Trembled Definition Novels & Stories

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During a lull in the activity that lasted only a few seconds, he resumed his normal speed of strolling, which was unhurried and methodical. The magnitude of the tremors became far more severe after a certain amount of time had passed. Despite the fact that they were soothing and relaxing, as well as very nice, I was unable to escape the notion that I would be better off without them sooner rather than later. This was the case even though they were very pleasant. I had to wriggle uncomfortably under him while at the same time encouraging him to move forward at a more rapid speed. While he was standing there, I carried it out. Because I was in a position that made me nervous, notably because I

Panic had her throat feeling tight, as if strong hands were wrapped around it, squeezing her air off. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” she gasped, panting, unable to control the violent tremor that was shooting through her arms and legs. “This…this isn’t a joke, is it?”

My whole body was shaking so hard that I could barely stand. “Stay away from me!” I yelled. My voice was cracking and sounded thin in the quiet room. I felt a rush of fear move through me so fast that I thought I was going to lose all control of my body. My hands trembled in front of me as I tried to push the air away. My knees felt weak, and I felt a deep sense of embarrassment. I felt scared and helpless all at once, and I hated that he was seeing me like this. I was a grown man, but I felt like a child cornered by a predator.

She tried to concentrate, to know her surroundings but her eyes hurt everytime she tried to look closer. She felt her stomach grumble out of hunger. She saw herself muttering something in a language she didn't understand. She heard a male voice reply, a familiar voice. She felt a sudden tremor , she saw herself in a car with a man and the car was running out of control. She found herself holding the steering wheel and turning it around vigorously while the man in the driver seat struggled to release her hand from the wheel. She tried to remove her hand, but she couldn't. It was as if her body was out of her control and she suddenly realised she was dreaming. No, she was having a nightmare.

A helpless whimper slipped from my lips as the pleasure built, coiling tight in my abdomen. The vibrations pulsed through me in waves, each one stronger than the last, sending my body into a helpless, trembling state of arousal. I could feel the tension mounting, the edge of release just within reach, but Damien was in complete control. As I reached my peak, an overwhelming weakness took hold of me, making my entire body tremble uncontrollably. My legs shook the hardest, barely able to support me as waves of pleasure coursed through me. A thin sheen of sweat covered my flushed skin, trickling down in rivulets, making me shiver under the cool air.

“We can feel you through the bond. You’re upset. And you’re terrified. The bond feels like a live wire right now.” Caden’s hands, usually so expressive, slid into his pockets, his jaw tightening as he studied me with an almost agonizing perceptiveness. “You’re shaking, Amara,” he added quietly, his voice layered with deep concern, his eyes fixed on my hands. “Your pulse is erratic.” I looked down at my hands—sure enough, they still trembled faintly, no matter how hard I tried to still them, no matter how desperately I willed my body to obey. The subtle tremors were a betrayal.

He took them all away from me. The tremors running through him pulled my attention back. “You’re trembling,” I said flatly. “It’s not—nothing.” He looked away. Is his body going into shock? Pathetic thing.

God knows that I have tried. But there's no cooperation between me and my body. It won't listen or won't stop screaming at me. My hands started shaking. No. Infact my whole body is shaking, trembling like I've been in a blizzard instead of a temperature controlled room. I stumble back, desperate for distance, for space, for anything that isn't his touch and his scent and his presence. “Deborah—-” “Don't.” I held up a hand and pathetically it's trembling badly. “Just… don't.”

I give in to it, barely making it to the bathroom before I drop to my knees, gripping the edge of the sink as everything comes rushing up. My body trembles with the force of it, breath hitching between waves as the taste burns my throat. By the time it’s over, I’m left weak and shaking, strands of hair clinging to my damp face. I stay there, hunched over, gripping the toilet seat, my whole body trembling violently. I have betrayed the people that I'm meant to protect.