She sprayed the perfume on her wrist and coughed.
He grabbed her wrist, his eyes flashing fire.
He'd torn his wrist for her to feed.
He caught her wrist, and a strange energy moved up her arm.
He gripped her wrist hard, lowering his head.
Before she could draw her wrist away, he pierced it.
He sliced his wrist, and her attention turned immediately to thick liquid bubbling against his olive skin.
He grasped her wrist with his one free hand but she used the other.
Alex patiently consoled and distracted her while the nurse taped a padded board to her hand and wrist so she couldn't move it.
The wrist felt as if it were not his.
Instead, he gripped her sword wrist and moved behind her.
A simple choker adorned her neck, a diamond tennis bracelet her wrist and she wore silver strappy heels he thought he had seen on Sarah.
Jonathan secured his wrist, shook a pillow from its case and pulled the cloth over Dean's head.
Jessi opened her eyes and took his wrist, placing his hand at her neck again.
Two obeyed and moved forward, slicing his wrist for her again.
She fingered the small teal evening purse hanging around her wrist, where her cell phone was.
The creature twisted her wrist and squeezed, capturing her blood in a small vial.
Wrist hard, wondering why he insisted on tormenting her by taking his time.
She placed her wrist to Rhyn's mouth, willing him to awaken, to drink her.
The woman was unconscious, her severed wrist wrapped in Katie.s sweater.
At first she said nothing but when he tried to rise, she grabbed his wrist and held it, her long nails cutting into his flesh.
Lana shoved herself back, ignoring the pain in her wrist as adrenaline flew threw her.
His warm fingers circled her wrist and the foot came down, making room for her on his lap.
He held out his hand, and Dusty clasped his wrist, allowing Damian to Travel them both to Tucson Sector HQ.
Lana awoke in the large tent, wrist aching and her face hurting where she'd been struck.
He staggered, and she snatched his wrist, hauling herself up.
He paused, his jaw clenching and his grip on her wrist tight enough to hurt.
She positioned the bladder on the floor below her wrist and sighed.
She gently tugged her wrist from his hand, searching in her purse for the keys to the apartment.
He offered his wrist, and she knew he was offering much more.
She drank, and he lowered his wrist to her lips.
He took her wrist and raised his pinkie, where she saw the nail had been filed to a point and reinforced with metal.
She looked at her wrist, where Lankha had bitten her, closed her eyes, and hacked.
Uneasy, she started to move away, but he grabbed her arm to keep her wrist in place and tore into it.
She held her forearm out to the door as she approached, glancing again at the gold band around her wrist that Romas had emphasized she needed to wear at all the times.
She waved her wrist before the access pad, but once more, the warrior prevented the door from opening.
Kiera watched as he slid the band over his right hand to settle it at his wrist before stripping his own band off his left arm.
He nodded to his advisor, who waved his wrist before the access pad.
This leash, attached to your wrist, bears most of your weight.
Elise grabbed her wrist, but Lana resisted again.
Her wrist throbbed despite the warmth in her blood caused by the sedative–pain reliever.
She landed hard on her left side, pain flaring through her as her wrist twisted.
Donovan's blood was on her face and T-shirt, and her wrist was bleeding again.
She looked up at him from her hurt wrist, pain in her brown eyes.
He looked at his wrist, but then remembered the watch was on the dresser in the motel room.
Alex took the bottle from the warmer and shook it over his bare wrist to test the temperature.
Taran grabbed her wrist and dragged her a short distance away from the party.
He gripped her wrist, twisting it to expose the soft flesh of her forearm.
She pulled at her captured wrist, and his eyes flashed with anger.
The noblewoman withdrew a delicate knife and flicked the inside of her wrist with the tip of the blade.
She jerked her wrist from his hand and turned away, thankful at least for the warning.
You're not fully twisting your wrist when you punch with the right hand.
He placed his bloodied wrist to her mouth.
"Not for onset of war," he responded, and waved his own wrist in front of the access pad.
He prepped bandages for her wrist, a bowl and washcloth, and a smaller version of the doc's med-gun, loading it with enough painkiller to knock her out.
He released her and clenched her wrist once more, pushing back her sleeve.
His fingers gripped her wrist as she started to move away.
He identified several major flaws in her defense, struck them multiple times to confirm, and caught her wrist to stop her.
He shifted his hand to her neck and held her in place, placing his bloodied wrist against her lips.
His gaze went to her wrist, and he closed the distance between them, taking it.