Trembled Sentence Novels & Stories

She nodded, dazed, trembling. “Yes, Daddy.”

“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 felt like I was breaking, yet somehow being mended all at once. I wanted to reach for him, but my hands shook so violently I could barely move them. My lips trembled, quivering into an unformed whisper, aching to say something I couldn’t even put into words. My whole body was trembling, overwhelmed by longing, fear, love, and a desperate need to know that this moment—this miracle—was real.

My body trembled as he reached his peak, his grip tightening possessively. We collapsed together, breathless and sated, our hearts racing in unison.

My right hand begins to tremble on its own. “I believe you know what it is right?” I gulp and lift my head with a worried look.

“But you know the funniest thing, my friend? I just decided that I no longer need your services.” Another bang that deafens me, another shot. And the shock haunts me in such a way that I start to tremble compulsively, desperate and distressed. Even when I try to control myself so as not to draw attention, my feet that rest on the tracks tremble at an absurd speed. I swallow the cry and force air into my lungs, still covering my mouth with trembling hands. The tremor in my body becomes more intense, uncontrollable. The shock gives way to understanding in a matter of moments, and I suddenly turn my head to the left, where the light of the subway headlights run at full speed to meet me.

Her body trembled in anticipation. "Okay," she whispered.

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

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

Everything shudders a‌t o‌nce. A broken curse tear‌s from my throat as my arms give out and I‌ collapse over her, every muscle trem‌bling. Hea⁠t fl‌oods thro⁠ugh me, wave af‌ter wave,⁠ lea⁠ving me hollo‍wed out and shaki⁠ng. I press my face into t‍he crook of her neck, trying t⁠o catch my breath‌, trying‌ to‍ steady the st⁠orm inside me.