The One Who Shall Grip Novels & Stories

"ye....es" My clit was so sensitive by now. When the rubbing stopped it almost felt like a relief.... but suddenly two fingers were plunged deep into my opening. I couldn't help but clench around them and a sigh escaped my lips. Damon let them be there for a while. "You're so wet.... so ready for me sweetheart"... he said this while reaching down to kiss me... Then his other hand moved from my cheek and took a hold of both of my wrists and held them securely over my tummy. He kissed me again and then he crooked his fingers and started pumping.

My grip slam him extremely hard against the tough door. He cries He screench and groan against the wall Well I care less My chocking grip around him tightens over second It continually drain every life force within him Well it'll drain his last life atom and drop him lifeless and dead if he airs no words Am never releasing my grip expect he commence explanation "What's your discovery?!" I snar He fumble with his words My grip tightens more My palm gradually morph into it's beastial form

His grip was hard, painfully so, and I could feel the sharp sting of his fingers digging into my skin. “You will do no such thing, Alora,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, each word a warning. “You’re hurting me. Let go,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, but the pain in my arm was making it difficult. His grip only tightened. “You’re ours,” he said, his words dripping with possessiveness. “You were given to us by the Moon Goddess, and we will not stand by and watch another man have you. You cannot escape this bond.”

Instead, I felt a firm grip around my wrist. With her face contorted in strain and determination, Serene glared down at me, the tendons in her outstretched arm standing taut against her skin as she clutched my wrist in a vice-like grip. "I've got you, bitch!" she growled through clenched teeth, the tendons in her neck bulging with the effort of holding my weight. Her dark eyes bored into mine, conveying a mixture of worry and relief that she had managed to catch me in time.

*Stab* *grip* To be accurate, there are three people present. Another person is holding the sword behind the hapless intelligent woman, aiming to stab Ravyn along with her. However, the sword misses its target and thrusts into the ground instead. Without wasting any time, Ravyn grabs hold of the attacker's hand that grips the hilt of the sword, preventing them from pulling it out. The force behind Ravyn's grip, covered in a fluctuating gray aura, is so powerful that the opponent cannot move her arm. But then the purple-haired girl quickly withdrew her hand. *Schhhh...* *Clang!*

Then he said “I think not. You are mine now, and I won’t let you go so easily.” I struggled to lose myself against his grip, but it was like trying to break free from a vice. The minions closed in on us, forming a circle around us, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. Some were gnashing their teeth, other were rubbing their palms, as if getting ready to feast. ‘Get away from me you filthy one.’ I saw, in a state of defiance. I wouldn’t allow him have the last laugh.

Myra stumbled back, both of them were so fast in their moves that before she could step out, they were here holding both of her hands. She gaped at them scared, both were toxically handsome, with unique looks, and staring at her with seductive gazes. She tried to free herself, but the grip tightened even more, both of them shared fierce glances at each other, "She is mine," said the one with a black shirt on, sternly as if claiming her. The other one pulled her to himself, "Do I need to warn you," he sniffed, his eyes narrowed. She adhered between them, trying to free herself from those grips, but of no use.

“I won’t let you! I—” Falvio reached out, fast, precise, and his hand closed around the child. Ines gasped, a sharp sound that cut through the roaring wind. “NO!” she screamed, claws of panic gripping at his arm. “Give him back! Give him back!” The child whimpered, sensing the tension, pressing against Ines’ chest as she strained against Falvio’s grip. Falvio’s eyes held hers, unblinking, unyielding. “I will not. He is mine. And you… you should have known the consequences of exposure. You should have known that defiance has a price.”

I’m as charged as I am edged with yet another thing slipping through my grasp. His long dark hair becomes the leash I grab on to. The control I need with it spiraling. Visual reminders, physical barriers that hold me back, and keep me in check. The flex isn’t rough, I don’t put an ounce of real pressure in the grip that tells him to get down to business before I lose my shit and obliterate his ass. Rather than down, he comes up from the soft points he’s been working on. Joining our mouths again with a hungry moan of excitement. Grimm’s grind so close to any female I’ve had; so wet and impatient for dick they can’t sit still.

he said caressing my chin softly. " Please " I dobbed, am I really going to die, no I can't die here my baby, my baby needs to see the world, my dad must live I can't die with him, I can't die here, I took my defence there was a broken bottle nere by, despite the blood gushing from my hand, I kept striving to cut the God damn rope. I finally did, I took the bottle still with blood and bruises on my hand, I remained calm watching the man for quiet a while.