Mr. Sy, Hold Me Tight Novels & Stories

Will things ever get better for me again? I don’t hold back my tears as I hurriedly make my way out of the venue, feeling nothing but a crippling pain in my chest when I miss my footing and as I am about to fall, a strong pair of arms grab me but it’s where one of the arms grabbed that makes me too aware and agitated. It’s holding too firmly to my tits, squeezing my nipple between two fingers. “Let me go!” I yell, only to turn my face upwards and it’s none other than Mr. Icy glares himself.

I suddenly felt small in my place, scanning the surroundings, and almost lost my breath when I saw him standing in the middle of the crowd. I tried to call his name, but no words came out of my mouth. My feet were glued. Tears fell as I watched him smile as if he was okay. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are calling your attention for the important announcement of Mr. Syruis." All attention was on them; I couldn't take my eyes off them even as they started to blur. Styx cleared his throat before placing the microphone on his mouth. "Good evening," he uttered softly as I closed my eyes and cried harder. He looked okay; he looked better now. Is that the man who lost the woman he loved?

I could feel his fingers digging into my wαist‚ holding me in plαce like I’d run if he let go. “You needed this‚ didn’t you?” he sαid between heαvy breαths. “Y-yes… yes—so fucking bαd—” I moαned loudly. I couldn’t stop trembling. My boobs were bouncing with every thrust. My hαnd reαched out to grαb the heαdboαrd‚ αnd even thαt wαs shαking like it could fαll αpαrt. “Fuck‚ you’re tight‚” Ryαn hissed. “This pussy missed me.”

“What? Mate? Death? What the fuck do you mean, Sy? Please let me understand it!” I gritted my teeth, I cant understand a single word from her, it makes me feel so dumb, in the middle of these two people—I mean, one person and a creature, or whatever. “Cel,” Sy held my both hands, “I need your presence here, this is a vital situation, and I need you to focus on me, do you understand?” I shook my head, “No, I don’t understand, no! how the hell would you expect me to understand all this?! It doesn’t even make sense!”

ʜᴏ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ғɪɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ

“Stay with me.” ***

He grabbed my hand, his grip so tight I could feel the frantic, heavy pulse of his own heart through his palm. "I'm not going anywhere, Sylvia," he said. His voice wasn't the roar of the Lion; it was a low, steady anchor in the middle of a hurricane. It was the voice of a man who had decided the universe wasn't allowed to take anything else from him. "Neither is the baby. Look at me. Focus on my voice. Stay with me, Sylvia. We are not losing this. I’ve fought the whole world to get you here, and I’m not letting a ghost win now."

My breath is forced from my body as I shift, unable to stop it from happening. But Sydney is there, holding me upright. I look up into his eyes. They shine with pride. I grab him and kiss him, hard, our teeth and tongues clashing in a delicious dance. He backs me against the wall and groans, his cock rigid against my bare leg. Goddess, we’re still naked. There’s nothing between us as he reaches between my legs and curses under his breath when he finds out how wet I am.

He pulled at my hands and let them rest on his waist before he tightened his hold on me, pressing our chests closer. Every time I inhale, he would exhale, and vice versa, making me feel that our bodies are connected somewhat. This realization spelled intimate in my book and I was appalled by it, but Oliver must have been keenly aware of the war raging inside my head because he placed his chin at the top of my head to keep me in place and then, he began humming a tune. It was a song by the British rock band Coldplay. Fix you. For some reason, the sound sent prickles to my eyes.