When it didn't fling her, she moved closer and gripped a low branch.
Sofia gripped it, the touch enough to reveal a future like Traci's, filled with love and joy.
She hung up the phone, gripped the steering wheel hard and drove.
Darkyn gripped her neck, shoving her into the wall.
She turned and started for the door, but his hand gripped her arm again.
A strong hand gripped her elbow.
The demon lord gripped her neck.
Gabriel gripped her arms.
She gripped his waist as he turned the horse around and headed back toward the hacienda.
She gripped the armrest as he passed two cars at a time.
She gripped the steering wheel as the vehicle plunged down a steep hill.
She gripped him around the waist, wishing she could crush the breath from him.
She started for the patio door and he gripped her arm.
Instantly a strong arm gripped her around the waist.
His fingers gripped her wrist as she started to move away.
Tenderly, he gripped her shoulders, pulling her close.
After a slight hesitation, she leaned forward and gripped his shoulders.
He gripped her hand and pulled her close.
She gripped his ass the way he liked.
She gripped her throat with one hand.
Hysteria gripped her, and she fought him until he slung her over his shoulder.
"Don't cry, kiri," he said in a ragged voice and gripped his head.
He gripped his head, which pulsed at the flood of images and kiri's own sobs.
He gripped her arms and turned her to face him.
Pierre gripped each of their arms and led them toward two black Tahoes.
He gripped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze.
She gripped the hourglass, a symbol of her hope at leaving, even after learning that there was no real hope.
The crack of the wooden door registered a short second before his hand gripped her throat.
He repositioned Selyn's head then gripped her chin and squeezed her cheeks until her mouth opened.
Cynthia gripped her husband's hand in a circulation-stopping grip as a deep dip bounced them to the ground.
He gently disentangled his arms from her hands and gripped her waist, pulling her close.
Darkyn gripped her neck with one hand and tilted her head to the side.
Cold energy traveled through her as she gripped the emerald.
He gripped her wrists and held them behind her back.
Deidre looked at him hard for a moment then shook her head and gripped her wine, padding into the living area.
She gripped his arms and pressed close to him, her warm lips seeking his.
Deidre gripped Selyn's arm more tightly, fear spiraling through her.
The demon lord gripped her more tightly and wrapped her in his arms.
Deidre gripped him, craving something she didn't know how to ask him for.
Panic gripped her, and she tried to bolt.