Novel & Cerita Trembled Definition

“Break for me, baby. I’m not stopping until you’re shaking apart.” I collapsed back against the sheets, my chest heaving, body trembling like I’d been wrung out from the inside. My thighs still quivered, soaked and wrecked, every nerve buzzing. I thought, prayed even, that maybe they would let me breathe. But they weren’t done with me. Zade lifted his head, his mouth and chin dripping with me, his eyes dark and feverish. He licked his lips slowly, shamelessly, then leaned up and caught my trembling face in his hand.

I reflexively tried to push him away by the trembling arm of mine but he, in a split second, pushed his body to mine, killing every distance we had. My breathing starts to become heavier as I struggle even harder to get out of his grip. "I should really show you what monsters do." He says while he starts to kiss on neck and harshly sucking at a particular area. I can feel two sharp pointed things slightly scratching my skin. "Leave me." I speak realizing what he's about to do. Tremble. Tremble is no match to define how my body is reacting in this whole situation. I'm trying my best to get out of his iron grip but it is only contributing making him clench even more tighter.

I pressed my palm to the floor, trying to steady myself, but the tremor wouldn’t stop. My body collapsed against the cold tiles. The ceiling blurred above me slipping away.

​“It’s bracing.” ​The doorway shuddered, a violent tremor that rattled my very soul. And then, from the other side, something pushed back.

His hands trembled. It wasn't the shiver of fright that had previously afflicted him before he spoke or a battle. This was different. This was the body's manifestation of an emotion so vast he couldn't contain it in his physical form. It was the thrum of a soul arriving where it was heading, finally.

I squeezed my hands in an effort to quiet the trembling, but as it registered, I realized it was no longer contained to my hands but racking my entire body, making my knees increasingly weak. Like a jittery statue I stood waiting, fearful that he would return and yet more terrified that he'd look elsewhere to wreak his fury. As time stood still, air returned to my lungs and slowed my tremors. My breaths were the only sound as I searched for noise of him down the hall with Chelsea.

I was shaking like a leaf on the inside. When he reached me and hauled me to my feet, the tremor in my body betrayed me. He said nothing as he dragged me across the room, and though I tried to steady my breathing, my chest rose and fell too fast. Fear tangled with something darker, heavier and shamefully sweet. That mix of dread and want left me unsteady, betraying me further when heat stirred low in my belly.

As he slowly withdrew, I felt the warm, viscous fluid trickle out of my hole. My legs trembled uncontrollably, threatening to buckle beneath me.

My hands were trembling. Oh fucking gosh! Is this for real?

My heart throbs, my body trembles, and my hands shake. What the hell is going on here!? How could this be!?