Tremble Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I cry out, high and ragged, nails digging into the mattress, body trembling, writhing, desperate, lost, soaked, completely undone. I finally shudder violently, moaning, trembling, pressed flush against the sheets, gasping, shivering, trembling, utterly undone. I grip the sheets, curling my fingers, pressing hard, grinding against myself, shivering, moaning, desperate, spent, and I collapse back, chest heaving, trembling, sweat-slick, completely consumed by the heat I built alone.

The tremor rolled beneath their feet like a living thing—slow at first, then sharp, cracking through the broken stone pillars with a low, groaning sound that echoed through the hollow chamber. Dust drifted down in pale sheets, whispering over Adrian’s shoulders as he held Emily tighter, his body tensing like a creature sensing a predator before it appeared.

I crawl back to the wall, my body shaking with sobs. ##########

Tremaine snarled at Tabby. She seemed frozen in time. She didn’t even appear to be breathing. Steele could see that Tremaine terrified her. She wasn’t the first. “I want you to tell me where my money is located. Then I want you naked in my bed.” She let out a small gasp and began to struggle against her restraints. As if enjoying her terror, he reached down and slipped his hand between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together as if to stop his hand.

My toes curled, my body trembling uncontrollably beneath him. God. Twice.

- I felt my skin crawl all at once at his gruff voice. Various things went through my mind, with the dread of being discovered. My body trembles because it knows I'm in trouble.

My right leg starts to tremble involuntarily. He's immersed deeply enough to sense how wet I have become. It exceeds his expectations, yet he cherishes every drop that soaks through my bikini to ease his touch. Briefly breaking our kiss, he feels my lips quivering against his. Aware that I am nearing my limit, he rises smoothly to his feet, crouches with instant balance, and scoops me into his strong arms. His embrace is tight, and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck.

My heart is pounding and my hands are trembling. "Don't move." Damn it.

And the new friends we met wanted us to go on a boat cruise. While getting on the boat, I’d seen it in her, the fear. It was subtle at first, but it was there. She hated water. She’d screamed but then immediately, she acted brave like she could do it. But then, her hand was suddenly shaky. That contradiction had stayed with me longer than I admitted. “Do you have tremor?” the new friend we made asked her, seeing her shaky hands and legs. We’d all laughed over it like it was nothing, brushing it aside as a small, harmless detail.

Weak. I hate it. A pulse moves through me—not power, not precision. Not the familiar, bone-deep certainty that once guided every breath I took. This is something else. Something messy. Something loud. I press my hand against the glass. Cold. Grounding. My fingers tremble. Tremble? I don’t tremble. “What is this…” I whisper.