Novel & Cerita The One Who Shall Grip

** She swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "Maybe I was never the person you thought I was," she whispered. Rafael’s smirk deepened. His hand curled around her throat—not squeezing, just **holding.** "You have no idea how much that turns me on," he rasped. Sophia’s pulse pounded. She should be afraid. But she wasn’t. She was **thrumming** with something else entirely. Desire. Rafael’s grip tightened, just slightly, his control absolute. "Say it again," he demanded.

His hand grips my throat and he slams me down on the large wooden desk. "Tell me why I should trust your advances now, usurper? The timing is rather convenient." A growl rumbles deep in his chest. His grip slightly tightens and he positions himself in between my legs. Heaving over me, with his large bare god like chest. His grey eyes piercing into mine.

“But it seems we’re building towards a most satisfying climax to this fight.” “Shut your filthy mouth. You know what I meant,” I snarl, straining against those stupidly strong hands encircled around my forearms with just enough pressure… to not be bruising in the slightest. It’s a firm but... somehow tender grip. And I need to stop being so aware of those fingers and that body. I need to just fucking… focus! “There is an army of exorcists and enforcers who are gonna come here after me, and they will fucking obliterate you.”

"You do not leave this pavement until I grant you permission." Alexander’s right hand flew out of the mud with a sudden, desperate reflex. His bandaged fingers locked around her wrist with a crushing, vice-like grip, his raw claws tearing through the wet fabric of her ivory coat sleeve. He did not pull her away. He did not push her back. He simply held onto her skin as if her body were the only anchor keeping his soul from drifting back into the dark vacuum of the afterlife.

I find my hands touching that massive thing again, this time his hand teach my hand how to do something I trully want this moment. “Grip tightly as you thrust,” his whisper shivers me more. He is playful as if amuse to everything. He bite my ears gentle as he added, “Just don't think of doing something stupid, stubborn woman. Do the thrust until you feel what you were searching about, hm?” His voice breathless, as if this time, I pointing a knife to him and he suppose to beg for my mercy.

In that precarious moment, his unyielding grip and closed eyes spoke of a forbidden dance between power and vulnerability, a dangerous liaison forged in the heart of the night. "You can't escape me," his voice was a low, dangerous purr, a velvet threat laced with seductive menace. His arms ensnared her, an inescapable trap that held her captive against the dangerous allure of his body. As his grip tightened, her pulse quickened, a frantic rhythm that matched the dangerous cadence of their forbidden encounter.

He pulled me with a desperate lunge, his fingers clamping down on my wrist to keep me in a vice-like grip. "Seraphina, please," he begged, emotion evident in his voice. "Don't turn your back on me. Never again.” As Alex's fingers closed around my wrist, I felt a surge of panic coursing through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. His grip was tight, unyielding, trapping me in place as he pleaded with me to stay. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. "Let me go, Alex," I demanded, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance. "You can't keep doing this."

Too close. She tried to step back, but the wall behind her stopped her. A hand suddenly shot out of the darkness, grabbing her wrist. Cold fingers. Thin. Weak. But the grip was like iron. Nina screamed, struggling, but the grip tightened. She couldn’t see the person. But she could hear the grin in their voice. “No one leaves the labyrinth the same.” And then— The grip loosened. A shuffle. And they were gone. Nina stood there, frozen.

“Forever.” Lily jerked backwards. He grabbed her wrist, his hand fully enveloping the slender joint. His grip held all the finality of a lock clicking shut.

My mouth quietly exhales a breath of true relief, sharing in their beautiful joy. Suddenly, my bare wrist is seized in a super firm, crushing grip.