What Does Sonic's Hands Look Like Novels & Stories

"I love flowers, every single one that you hand me," she murmured, her voice soft and tender as she held his hands in hers. Her eyes traced over the rough, calloused skin, noticing the patches of red and white hair that lightly dusted the back of his hands. These hands, so strong and masculine, bore the marks of yesterday’s incident—small wounds that had yet to heal. As she looked at them, her heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the intensity of emotions they stirred within her.

Alas, he suddenly halted in shock. Originally, one of his hands had been the normal white color while the other was riddled by black veins from his last battle. They had already spread a bit, delaying the response when he told his fingers to move. Now, however, he couldn't tell anymore which hand it had been. They were both pure white. If he didn't know any better, he would think that he was never affected to begin with.

"I will be perfect soon, my dear. Get me that piece of meat you brought for me earlier today. I reckon it's still fresh?" Sonia nodded. "Yes." She went to the small wooden chest by the other end of the room, and took out a detached arm. She returned and gave it to him. "Here it is." Daniel took the pale hand, and briefly assessed the red point where it had been detached from an arm. A little blood still trickled out of the gaping hole. "Thank you," he said, and sunk his fangs into the flesh as his eyes glowed a brilliant, terrifying red.

“You’re so innocent, aren’t you? “His voice came out hoarse, any it sent chills down Sophia's spine. She meekly looked at him through her thick and full lashes before looking back down when she saw the intensity of his stare. Subconsciously, her lips parted when her eyes fell faintly at the rings adorning each and every single finger of both his beautiful and calloused hands. “You have beautiful hands,"

It's only after a deep velvety voice caresses my ear canals, that I open my eyes I comprehend that I haven’t hit the ground. I become increasingly aware of the warmth of huge muscular hands around my waist just below my breast. The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves.

My shaking hands reached out to touch him. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." I screamed in horror. What kind of animal could have done this? I could barely recognize the once-very good-looking man. "He's still breathing, but not for long. He's already a goner." Hera revealed it, sadly. I wanted to scream at her when a gurgling sound diverted my attention. Sinclair opened his left eye, blood spilling out of his mouth, as he raised his bloody hand, which appeared to be missing an index finger, to touch my face.

The pressure crushed inward, compressing his ribs until his lungs screamed for air. He gasped, hands flying to whatever held him, expecting rope or chain. Instead, his fingers found flesh—but flesh unlike any he'd ever touched. It felt like marble given life, unyielding and impossibly strong. The more he fought, the tighter it coiled, until the shape began to resolve itself in his peripheral vision. An arm. A hand large enough to span his entire waist. Giant's hands. Familiar hands. "Hidi—?" He twisted against the grip, vertebrae popping with the effort, and froze at what he saw.

I was no different from a poor lemming on the edge of a cliff. Suddenly, I heard some noises as killing intent surged out in my direction. Before Gary could turn to look, a pair of pale hands seized him by the back of his head, the fingers almost poking into his eyes. The veins of the hands flashed with a dangerous blue light as if conducting electricity, making the pale skin appear even more translucent. There was indeed the buzzing of electric currents, passing from Dicken’s hand, which was in contact with Gary’s body.

But he actually did not only did he stop the punch, he also drag and pushes the hand downwards and grabbed the hand the way it should be very painful. And seriously the hand was paining Brandon as he was already groaning in pain and he was kneeling down slowly but he tries to punch Kambi again with his left fist. And actually the left hand was stopped again by Kamdiri's hand. Kamdiri grabbed his left hand tightly with his left hand also and then pushed out his right hand claws more longer and used it to chop off Brandon's left hand. And the hand fell as there was a red ring in his finger and the ring was shown as it blinks lights and then turns off, and that means that the ring was the one t

His palms were scorching hot against my cool skin. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers began to travel upward. They glided over my ribs, leaving trails of fire. "You look beautiful, Sia," he rasped, his mouth right next to my ear. His hands moved higher until they cupped the underside of my breasts. He didn't grab them. He just held their weight, his thumbs resting dangerously close to the peaks. I stopped breathing. I watched in the mirror as his tanned hands contrasted with my pale skin. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.