Arm Sentence Examples
She touched his arm and he glanced up.
On his arm he carried a small basket.
The pain in his arm became more and more intense.
She gently twisted her arm free.
She twisted her arm from his grip.
She rubbed her arm.
Alex climbed into the car beside Carmen and placed his arm protectively on the back of the seat behind her neck.
It was much easier to sleep with his protective arm around her waist.
Alex retrieved her from Felipa and shifted her so that she sat on his arm, one of her arms around his neck.
He dashed forward and grabbed Lisa's arm on the other side.
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Bordeaux lay against her back, one arm around her waist and one leg thrown carelessly over hers.
With one hand the little boy clung to his sister's arm, and with the other he held his primer.
He grabbed her arm, pulling her in another direction.
She turned and started for the door, but his hand gripped her arm again.
AdvertisementHe slid an arm under her and gently took her hand in his, planting a warm moist kiss in the center of the palm.
His voice was rough, but the arm that encircled her waist held her gently.
His horse had been wounded under him and his own arm slightly grazed by a bullet.
He grabbed her arm, his breath warm against her cheek.
I lift my arm and let it fall.
AdvertisementHe didn't bring it up again - not even when Jonathan was unable to get his short arm into a comfortable position to play the guitar.
She reached out and touched his arm.
She slipped one arm around his neck and returned the kiss, answering his question.
There was no need to hold on to her, but his arm around her waist was welcome all the same.
The old Indian gripped Bordeaux's arm and nodded, his mouth working into a snaggletoothed grin.
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My employment out of doors now was to collect the dead wood in the forest, bringing it in my hands or on my shoulders, or sometimes trailing a dead pine tree under each arm to my shed.
As he began slipping down, his head and arm wavered still more with the strain.
The head butler, napkin on arm, was scanning the setting of the table, making signs to the footmen, and anxiously glancing from the clock to the door by which the prince was to enter.
He offered her an arm.
Alex hesitantly put an arm around her waist, relaxing when she caressed his hand.
Destiny sat on Carmen's lap and Alex held her arm while the pediatric nurse inserted an IV.
He put an arm around her shoulders, his gaze warm and admiring.
Giddon swung his arm out and pointed to a patch of flowers.
She tried to step around him, but he stopped her with an iron grip on her arm.
His grip on her arm loosened and she stiffened as his hand slid up to her throat.
She pulled her arm free and hurried to the house.
A hand touched her arm and she turned to find Nick standing there.
Tammy wrapped an arm around Lisa's neck and laid a soft curly head on her shoulder.
Brandon glanced down as he stepped around her and then grabbed her arm She smiled up at him mischievously.
Mrs. Marsh burst into a fresh bout of tears, and Brandon put an arm around her, his own eyes growing misty.
He gently pulled his arm away and stepped back.
In any case, Bordeaux slipped a comforting arm around her shoulders.
Cassie cringed against Bordeaux and clutched the arm that encircled her waist.
He gave her a big hug and turned to Cassie with one arm encircling Darcie possessively.
She slapped at a mosquito on her arm and glanced up at him.
By the confidence in his voice, he expected her not only to agree, but to resume her place on his arm.
Deidre closed her eyes as Darkyn's arm snaked out to grab her neck.
He chuckled as he reached over Dean and patted Cynthia's arm.
Dean took her arm as they began the slosh home.
She looked out and squeezed his arm in excitement.
It was muted black, made out of material smoother than silk that draped over her arm like a second skin.
I tried to hurry Helen out-of-doors, but she kept her arm extended, and every coat-tail she touched must needs turn round and give an account of the children he left at home, and receive kisses according to their number.
And flourishing his arm energetically he turned sideways to the officer.
She rolled over and sat up, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
Alex laid a hand on her arm.
Felipa finally took her by the arm.
A strong hand grabbed Carmen's arm as the band started another song.
He shrugged into one arm of his pajamas.
Felipa took Carmen by the arm.
He reached out and grasped her arm as she walked by.
A strong hand shot out and grasped her arm.
Felipa put a hand on her arm.
Connie took her by the arm.
Beginning at his dusty oxfords and indigo blue jeans, her scrutiny continued up to a neatly tucked in worn white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to mid arm.
Lisa tugged her friend by the arm.
She stepped away from him, but he grabbed one arm, turning her around to face him.
Yancey put his glass down and stood, moving around the table to take her by the arm.
She started for the patio door and he gripped her arm.
She started for the door again, but he caught her arm.
She increased her pace, but a hand grabbed her arm.
He grabbed her arm.
She moved between Adrienne and Brandon, and put an arm around each of their shoulders.
Adrienne reached out and touched his arm.
He winced and she put a hand on his arm.
He caught her arm, bringing her to an abrupt halt.
He reached for her arm and she jerked it away from his grasp.
He took Deidre's arm and pulled her against him, rubbing his hips against her backside.
The second dealer was moving closer, and she couldn't free herself from the thick arm wrapped around her.
Without releasing her neck, Kin spun her and locked the arm around her body again.
He took her arm with one of the hands that had explored every part of her body not two weeks before.
He wrapped an arm around her, securing her body against his.
Darkyn's arm slid around her when the portal closed behind Gabriel.
Darkyn took her arm.
His other arm wrapped around her while his breath was hot against her ear.
The teen took Deidre's arm and circled her.
The teen took her arm then nudged her to walk.
Deidre gripped Selyn's arm more tightly, fear spiraling through her.
Deidre squeezed her arm in reassurance, not at all certain what Harmony wanted.
One of the death dealers took Deidre's arm and waited.
He sympathized and put an arm about her shoulders.
She burrowed even deeper beneath his arm.
She stopped to catch her breath and placed her hand on his arm.
Dean could do little more than put his arm around her.
Dean, towel over his arm, answered it.
Dean grabbed Fitzgerald's arm.
He turned to leave, grabbing a protesting Ginger by the arm.
Dean's arm felt as if he'd taken on half the World Wrestling Federation.
When Fred saw the Deans, he waved, patted his disappointed promenade partners on the arm and came over to the vehicle.
Dean bumped into Pumpkin Green, who was leaving, a black cape and tuxedo over his arm.
Westlake reached over and took her arm.
Cynthia patted Fred on the arm.
As he neared the softball stands and was about to return to his Jeep when a hand touched his arm.
She patted his arm as she rose to leave.
He grabbed Dean's arm.
He tugged on Dean's arm.
He changed the subject by pointing out Brandon Westlake standing near the boys, his arm about Billy, as with animated motions he seemed to be giving last-minute instructions.
When Dean didn't introduce himself, Faust gave Jennifer what he meant as an "old boy" pat on her arm and added, "Checking out the property one last time?"
As he started his Jeep, Ginger Dawkins, light blue sweater slung over her arm, came up the street and gave Dean an innocent wave.
He tried to put his arm around her but she moved away.
She patted the young woman's arm.
He pulled at Fitzgerald's arm and tugged him a few feet away.
Ginger slapped his arm playfully.
Fred gave the woman a petulant little boy look but then smiled and patted her arm.
Something unspoken passed between them as Fred returned, his arm around his jailer's shoulders.
Pumpkin Green strolled into the inn, arm in arm with Billy Langstrom's female friend, Melissa.
He turned and put his arm to his eyes against the blindness.
She was saying a few pushy things I took exception to, and then she grabbed my arm for emphasis.
One arm tightened instinctively around her while he lifted the other to touch the soft skin of her neck.
He ran his hand down her arm and rested his hand at her lower back.
Gabriel took her arm and spun her back.
He lifted his arm to guide her ahead of him as the path narrowed.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Deidre looped her arm through branches and leaned out as far as she could to see the lake.
He took her arm with one of the hands that had explored every part of her body – or the body he thought was hers - not even a few hours before.
Gabriel resisted the urge to wrap his arm around her the way he had once before.
Sensing her alarm, Darkyn's mate turned and took the arm of the girl behind her, pushing her towards the black door to Hell.
She grabbed Deidre's arm and hauled her to the other two women.
The figure's arm was raised to block the blinding light.
He snatched the arm and whirled her, arm sliding around the neck of the mysterious person.
The girl tapped his arm then held up three fingers, the sign she'd made to mean Wynn.
Wynn took Selyn's arm.
He nudged Gabriel's arm.
He sighed heavily and rolled over, putting an arm around Carmen's waist and snuggling close to her.
She moaned softly in her sleep and smiled, caressing his arm.
Setting Destiny back on the changing table again, Carmen pushed a shoe back on her foot and tickled her under the arm.
Alex lifted her and sat her on his arm.
He grunted, slipping an obligatory arm around her.
After the house warmed, she lifted his arm to get up.
What a shame his father saw only a deformed arm and a financial burden.
When his hand touched her arm, she moved toward him.
Alex put an arm around her shoulders.
As they headed toward the house, Alex put an arm around her shoulders.
She leaned her head back against his arm and gazed up at him.
Reaching down, he placed one arm behind her knees and the other around her back, gently lifting her into his arms.
Before she recovered from the shock, the man knocked the phone from her hand and grabbed her arm, jerking her toward him.
After several more grabs, he finally caught her arm.
The man's arm came back and then forward in a jab.
As she sank to the floor, a strong hand gripped her arm.
She put an arm around his shoulders.
She reached out and gently shook his arm.
Retrieving her robe from the bed, she was about to put it on when his hand captured her arm in a steel grip.
If he would only put an arm around her when they slept, like he used to, she might feel better.
Instead of putting an arm around her waist and drawing her close, he turned away from her.
He let lose of her hand and slipped an arm around her shoulders.
Throwing an arm around his waist, they walked to the house together.
She grabbed his arm and shoved her foot into the stirrup his foot had vacated for her.
He put an arm around her waist and drew her close.
She smiled and reached out to squeeze his arm.
The name on his arm lit up again.
He caught her wrist, and a strange energy moved up her arm.
He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his body.
He wrapped one arm around her instinctively.
She sat on the arm of the sofa.
One arm locked around her while his other hand covered her mouth.
His heartbeat was strong and steady, the thick arm wrapped around her as it had been when he held her after they'd made love for the last time before falling asleep.
Taking one arm gently, he turned her back to him and pushed her hair away to read the tattoo.
The man's arm wrapped around her and pulled her out of the hiding place.
He understood why Rhyn never let Katie out of arm's reach when they were in the same room.
Deidre retreated, but he took one arm before planting a hand on her head.
Deidre's gaze fell to his shapely shoulder, thick bicep and roped forearm as he extended one arm high enough for Katie to walk under.
She grimaced and submerged her arm to the elbow to reach the twinkling gem.
One bicep filled the hollow of her neck while his other arm was tight around her midsection.
He didn't release her, instead drawing up the arm she used as a pillow to force her head against his shoulder.
His arm fell away, and she repositioned her neck over his bicep.
She tossed the coat over her arm and turned.
He slapped Rhyn on the arm.
He leaned against the counter beside her, his arm touching hers.
She pinched her arm.
Jonathan tugged on Carmen's arm.
He flinched visibly as if she had slapped him, his fingers tightening on her arm.
A strong hand clamped on her arm.
She punched him in the arm.
A strong hand gripped her arm, bringing her to an abrupt halt.
He released her arm.
Bordeaux had one arm wrapped fondly around the shoulders of a saloon girl.
The buggy bounced over a rock and she clutched his arm to keep from falling off.
She released his arm only to grab it again as one of the buggy wheels dropped into a pothole.
Bordeaux slipped an arm around her waist.
She piled one arm high and closed the door.
The fingers ceased their massage and he took her arm, leading her to a dry rock.
One arm tightened around her in a light hug, and then he released her, striding away after a screwdriver.
She was attached to the arm of good-looking man wearing a business suit.
This time they were on the balcony, gazing into the night, his arm around her waist.
Instantly a strong arm gripped her around the waist.
He slapped his arm.
I twisted Cade's arm to get him to come out here with me for a picnic lunch.
That was when she noticed the chill bumps on his arm.
She stretched out on the couch beside him; resting her head on his chest and he draped the blanket across her shoulders, his arm falling loosely on her waist.
And then he moved over her, his fingers sliding up her arm as it lay beside her head.
His hand still held her arm captive.
He touched her arm.
Cade stood, gently tucking Zack into the crook of his arm.
Betsy was alone on the porch but as we approached, Martha opened the screen door, her arm around a frail looking man, about five-seven, who wore an off-center toupee and a fragile smile.
I made myself comfortable on the sofa, my arm around Betsy, as we all waited for him to continue.
It has a stain on it and a rip in the arm pit.
Betsy scootched down and put her arm about him.
Remember in grade school when one of those bullies would put you in a half-nelson or whatever you call it, and twist your arm up your back?
Martha patted his arm.
Martha touched his arm.
Quinn shouted before Martha put a restraining hand on his arm.
He grabbed the child under his arm and after dropping the now limp boy on the other side, climbed back over.
I put my arm around her and walked her to the bedroom.
I broke his arm before he could toss the match.
I put my arm around her.
I love you anyway and I've quit twisting your arm about trying to dig up the past.
Baby Claire was often in evidence in our work place, sleeping on mother's arm or in her file cabinet remodeled crib, or supping on Martha's breast.
My wife grabbed my arm.
Betsy rose, unkinked her arm and stretched.
I had to twist Quinn's arm to get Howie back to Julie's break in.
I wanted to ask questions but a medic stuck a needle in my arm.
Molly moved close to her and put her arm about her waist.
I yelled, pulling my arm away.
A Hispanic woman in green pajamas took my arm and I was led to a small cubicle.
I grabbed him by the arm, startling him.
I couldn't tell if the look he gave me was incredulity or concern but he grabbed my arm and led me outside where a suited man who must have topped six foot five was walking toward us.
I hung my arm over his shoulder.
Grasso now carried Molly with one arm, on his hip.
She scooted forward, frustrated and tired, and touched Jonny's arm.
Just bit his … actually, it was his arm, right in the middle of his forearm.
A naked, unconscious woman lay atop the island in the center with five men with red eyes chewing on various parts of her body, one on each leg, one on each arm, and one at her neck.
Talon looked her up and down in a way that made her skin crawl before he took her arm.
She ran her fingers up his arm and back down.
Talon hauled her to her feet, holding her up by one arm when she wobbled.
Talon responded by raising her arm to his mouth.
She whimpered at the sensation of knives going through her arm and almost fainted.
The blurry man lifted her other arm and bit into it.
The devil left, and an angry Talon hauled her up, sinking his teeth into her arm again.
The lackey bit into her other arm, and she cried.
She retreated to the couch and sat on its arm.
He took her arm and led her to the couch, retreating to the kitchen for more cookies, water, and a bottle of painkillers.
Toni snatched Sofi's arm before she could reach him, then grabbed her as she neared.
Bianca grabbed her other arm, instincts screaming.
He paused and then snatched her arm, following the devil as he walked down a sidewalk full of frozen figures.
Uncertain but determined, he strode to the teenage girl and snatched her arm.
She breathed in nothing but water and panicked, clawing at the arm wrapped around her.
He snatched her arm.
She winced as he snatched her arm, and familiar coldness descended over her.
Dusty caught her arm as she launched forward.
He snatched her arm, and she took a swing at him.
He blocked it and the next two blows and then snatched a fist headed for his face, twisted her arm, and spun her.
He wrapped her arm around her throat as he pulled her into his body and held her there with an arm across her chest.
He wrapped one arm around her tightly.
His overcoat was slung over one arm, and he wore a wool suit over a dark turtleneck.
Jule eased away from her and took her arm.
His face was bloodied, and one arm was covered in blood from his shoulder wound.
The needle was smaller than she remembered needles being, and she steadied her breathing before plunging it into his arm.
A knife caught her arm, and she ducked a punch in the cramped space.
The two lowered their weapons in response, and she sheathed her knives with a glance at the blood bubbling on the scrape on her arm.
She punched him in the arm, and he feigned a look of pain.
Instead of answering, she raised her arm and steadied her breath, as if she were holding a handgun.
Her father touched her arm, and fire tore through her.
Holding out her arm, she was fascinated to see the rain arc to avoid it.
He held out his arm.
Damian sat down on the arm of a leather couch, accustomed to the reaction, and pulled off his boot to drain the water.
His large hand was warm against her arm.
He touched her arm to pull her free, and she jerked as dark visions crossed her thoughts.
The warmth of his hand drifted up her arm and through her, comforting her.
His hand lingered on her arm, and she rested her forehead against his fingers, comforted for the first time in months.
When he returned, he pulled a chair from the wall nearer her and dipped one cloth in water, tugging her arm away from her.
He gave her a look that said he didn't have all the patience in the world then pulled her arm free again.
Instead, she watched a man many, many times her strength gently clean the blood from her arm in unhurried, methodical strokes.
The wound on her arm was gone.
She pulled her arm from his grip and stared at it, twisting it left and right before lowering it.
His own Guardians stayed out of arm's reach of him, and humans picked up and ran.
Damian clapped him on the arm and opened the door.
Instead, he shifted and wrapped an arm around her.
She darted for the door, but he snatched her arm.
He injected the gel into her arm, and warmth spread through her.
She tentatively touched Pierre's outstretched arm.
She touched his arm.
When she was sated, she pushed his arm away.
He flung out an arm.
Damian wrapped his arm around her and held her close for a moment, torn between thoughts of her naked and thoughts of his brother's death.
He held her at arm's length, forcing himself out of the cloud of desire tormenting him.
Damian glanced at the redhead and touched her arm in affectionate greeting.
The scent of his blood overwhelmed any objection she could make, and she snatched his arm.
The man with green eyes was waiting for him in the hall and touched his arm.
Dustin escorted the man into the mansion, and Pierre wrapped an arm around her as she sagged.
With a squeeze of her arm, he left her.
Dusty caught his arm and motioned for those in the library to leave.
He slapped him on the arm and disappeared.
He dropped his arm, and she picked her way through the bodies, covering her mouth to keep from vomiting.
She slid her hand up his arm and nudged the sleeve.
She touched his arm, replaying the videos.
He emerged into a busier hall and waited for her, taking her arm and leading her through the vamps.
Two took her arm, driving her onward.
She took his arm, terrified they'd shoot the lost soul.
Jule's arm shot out to block the interloper's progress toward them.
He moved his arm to wrap around her and pulled her against him.
He took her arm, pulling her behind him.
Heartbroken by his return to the slave he was, Sofia was stopped from comforting him by Dustin's grip on her arm.
Sensing her fear, he touched her arm, the edge of tension dissipating.
She took its arm and helped him up.
He touched her, his hand settling on her arm.
His touch went down the side of her neck, lingered on her collarbone then continued down her arm.
He took her arm, and she yanked away from him.
Darkyn touched her arm again, his cool energy making her snap.
He slid a pointed fingernail down her arm.
She ran her hand down his arm and side, unable to shake the desire to saturate her senses with every part of him.
He locked one arm around her in response, the other holding her head.
He took her arm.
She wiped an arm across her eyes.
Cynthia came to the rescue, taking the young girl's arm, and led her to the kitchen.
He looked scared to death, Cynthia said, taking her husband's arm.
Harmony gripped his arm, fear crossing her face.
You fell, and I tried to catch you, but then you kind of veered to one side and I grabbed your arm but then you --
He squatted beside her, wrapping her arm in a clean white towel before he rose and strode to the desk along the far wall.
She glanced down to watch the blood stream down the drain then held up her arm.
He held out an arm she ignored, instead marching past him.
He spun her to face him and pulled her against him with one arm while his other took hers to the side for a waltz pose.
He gripped her arm.
She caught her balance against the arm of a sofa.
She felt two tiny bites on her arm, and suddenly electricity flew through her.
Her air supply cut off, she tore at the hand holding her until the skin on his arm fell away to reveal smooth, black skin more akin to a reptile's than a human's.
She slammed her elbow into his ribs, and he chuckled, locking his other arm around her.
One grabbed an arm and took a bite.
Uneasy, she started to move away, but he grabbed her arm to keep her wrist in place and tore into it.
Horrified, she stumbled into the bathroom for a towel, wrapped her arm in it, and collapsed, sobbing.
He watched blood ooze from her arm.
He whipped off his T-shirt and wrapped Katie's arm.
She rose and flinched, expecting agony as she moved her arm.
Katie sat back with a contented sigh, gaze dropping to her arm.
You'll have full use of your arm, even if it's scarred.
She dropped her arm and gazed up at him, troubled and lightheaded.
Her words were accompanied by a punch to his arm, one that merely earned her an impatient look.
Might try to chew through my other arm.
You won't even apologize for my arm, will you?
So you repay me for rescuing you by eating my arm.
He gripped her arm hard and stepped in front of her, his size sending a tremor of unease through her.
She pulled her arm away and returned to the Sanctuary.
When he released her, he touched her arm.
One arm looped around her and she braced herself against his chest, vaguely realizing that --by not refusing him the day before --he'd taken her response as a blank check.
His arm loosened, and she hurried to Ully, who grabbed her hand and pulled her from the room.
He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her against him.
He propped his head with one folded arm, silver eyes glowing at her.
He beamed a smile and offered his arm, which she accepted.
Gabriel clapped him on the arm, and Rhyn shook his head to clear the anger.
Furious and terrified, Katie planted both her hands on his arm to push it away with no success.
Rhyn snatched her and wrapped his arm around her, lifting her out of the mud and farther back onto the trail.
He gripped her arm and pulled her against him once more.
She sighed and held out her arm, setting the perfume on the table as she sat.
She rubbed the lumpy scar on her arm, her attention caught by the sight of a jaguar dropping from a tree branch to the edge of the park and the forest a short distance away.
He rose and crossed to Toby, looping his arm around the baby angel and resting him on his hip.
Panic churned within her, and she was about to cry out for Rhyn when Jared snagged her arm.
Their gazes followed the drops of blood as they fell from her arm to the marble flooring.
She held up her bloody arm.
The bloodied arm was making her unusually lightheaded.
The jaguar launched itself at the child, and Toby.s scream shattered the quiet morning as its jaw clamped on his arm.
Sasha shouted, snatching her arm and hauling her up.
The slash in his arm was deep, and maroon blood bubbled into the snow.
Instead, he focused hard on cleaning up her blood and bandaging her arm before the scent drove him too wild to control himself.
Sasha.s gaze took them both in, his eyes settling on her bandaged arm before he forced himself to look at Toby.
He recognized the healer by the amount of bands winding around his arm.
He released the healer whose arm he held.
He trailed as Rhyn led him toward the brightest portal, and Rhyn took the healer.s arm to hurry him along.
With her arm bleeding, she couldn.t risk drawing the attention of the Immortals by taking the front stairwell even to meet her sister.
As usual, Katie felt a twinge of jealousy at the sight of her sister that only grew when Giovanni—Hannah.s handsome fiancé—circled the car to take her arm and lead her to the stairs to the castle.
Her bouncy blond curls brushed his arm as she turned her head to take in the tapestries and look up at the murals on the ceilings.
Katie awoke to the healer.s cool touch on her arm.
He trotted down a set of black lacquered stairs, an iPad tucked under one arm.
His first few blows were deflected, but the third slashed Sasha.s arm.
Hannah clung to her arm as they entered the hallway.
Hannah draped an arm over her, gasping for breath.
Kiki grabbed his arm and yanked to get his attention.
Kiki tucked his iPad under his arm and opened a portal through which all three went before Rhyn followed.
She rubbed her scarred arm and glanced up at the sky, which had begun to lighten.
He snatched one arm and she sprayed him with the perfume.
He strode to her and snatched her arm, squeezing until it hurt.
He snatched her arm and sheathed his knife.
Carefully, she rolled Iliana onto her back and propped up her injured arm again.
As if sensing what he intended to do, Kris took his arm.
In Hell, dead-dead, I cut off her arm and I brought to Kris—
The death dealer emerged from the hall running between the two wings, the trembling form of Lankha held under one arm like a bag of cement.
Rhyn took the small creature under one arm.
Katie planted both her hands on his arm to push it away.
Rhyn flopped onto his back and covered his eyes with one arm.
He lowered his arm enough to see his determined brother, unsteady on his feet with one arm in a sling.
She crossed her arms and sat on the arm of the couch, pinning him with a withering look.
It twisted its odd little face to look at her and sniffed at her arm with its small trunk.
She tucked the creature in her hands under one arm and left the small room for a long corridor in similar dark grey which glowed more brightly from indistinguishable light sources.
He grabbed Kiera with the other arm and flung her over his shoulder.
For once, she hadn't corrected his English, only nodded once more and held out her arm for the bracelet.
What had appeared to be a thick, gold, hard band of about three inches in width had molded around her arm and felt no heavier than the clothing she wore.
She waved her arm band, and the door opened.
Another hand clamped around her arm and snatched her away.
Given his guard of four warriors and his unfriendly gaze, maybe she should be grateful someone wrenched her arm off to get her away from him.
He took her free arm and drew her away from his brother.
Kiera rubbed her arm with a small wince and forced herself to turn away.
She looked at the band on her arm, then down the hall toward Kiera before propping her chin on his chest to gaze at him.
He dropped his arm and stepped away.
She held up her arm, uncertain how to release it.
He dropped his arm from the door and took her forearm.
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 released her and snatched her arm, starting down the hall.
He snagged her arm and pulled her down the hall.
He wrapped a thick arm around her and pulled her against him until her back was pressed against his chest.
Kiera roused herself, climbed to her feet, and stretched before the prisoner snagged her arm once more and began the quick pace again.
The prisoner took her arm and pulled her forward.
The prisoner's arm was locked around her.
At last, she reached for his arm.
She held out her arm instead.
He relaxed and tested the muscles of his arm again, dissatisfied with being injured.
Kiera spun and darted down the hall, snatching Talal's arm and pulling her around the corner before Ne'Rin saw them.
Her sword arm shook, and her legs were rubbery.
He moved behind her, keeping within arm's distance.
Before she could move, Kiera's arm was caught by the man beside her.
Talal took her arm before she could reply.
She turned to leave, and he caught her arm.
His words were accompanied by a squeeze on her arm painful enough to make her gasp.
Her hands shook as she manipulated the configuration to arm the shields around it.
One took her arm, gesturing at the armband.
She pushed the light away and shrugged, pulling her arm free.
One handed her a water canteen, and she drank long and deep, not stopping even when another took her arm and pulled her forward.
He wrapped one arm around her and touched her ear with his other hand, depositing a translator there.
He took her arm and led her through the crowd into the night.
He rose and took her arm, leading her into one of the small bedrooms, where a grey bed awaited her.
She touched her bruised cheekbone and realized doing so exposed her black and blue arm.
The warriors grabbed her and passed her up the hall before he took one arm and another warrior her other.
Kiera grunted as she hit the ground, and he wrapped an arm around her.
Mansr's shoulders shook, and she took his arm, alarmed.
Kiera raised the arm of her sweatshirt to reveal the band she already wore.
He squeezed her arm and returned to the room.
There was a regatta in the Northwest Arm, in which the boats from the different warships were engaged.
I've hurt my arm, he said timidly.
Without finishing what he had begun to say he made a hopeless movement with his arm and went away.
She hopped to her feet and shoved Jule's arm away, pulling Darian to the ground beside her.
Sasha flung his arm around.
Jetr caught her arm, shaking his head.
A'Ran held out his arm as well, saying, "I agree."
David Dean squeezed his wife's arm and bent over to kiss her.
Fred O'Connor strolled back to the room, his platter replenished, the garage sale section of the newspaper tucked beneath his arm.
Dean spent much time clinging to the sideboards until his wife, with a heart full of charity and an arm about his waist, supported him in slow glides around the oval.
Told him if he wanted to get my attention, just whack me on the arm.
Dean smiled and gave the old man a pat on the arm.
Cynthia followed her husband into the room, holding the Annie Quincy dress in front of her, with a bundle of under garments beneath her arm.
Cynthia put an arm about the woman's shoulders.
Cynthia rose to join her, taking her arm.
She surprised Dean by placing a hand on his arm, and letting it remain there.
He pulled his arm back as he reached for the coffee.
Fred O'Connor beat a hasty retreat out the back door, looking like the Pied Piper with Donnie and Martha tagging behind, the Annie Quincy notebook under his arm.
When the crowd began to break up in earnest, she took her husband's arm and led him to their kitchen where a chicken pot pie was still bubbling on the table.
Dean put his arm around his wife's trembling shoulders.
Dean wanted to question Edith further but she rose, with Effie following, her arm on Edith's elbow and the pair returned upstairs.
She swiped an arm across her face in an attempt to brush away the tears.
Cynthia just shook her head, not answering, until Dean held her at arm's length and insisted on a response.
He put his arm around her as she continued to talk.
The detective, who looked to be about fifty, started to take Dean's arm.
Fitzgerald answered but Dean intervened, grabbing the old man's arm.
Dean mopped his brow with his arm, in spite of the cold of the evening.
The Quincy sisters strolled by moments later, arm in arm.
She gave his arm a squeeze.
He must have reached an arm across the warmth next to him and her nearly soundless mewl began his slow but steady rise to the surface of consciousness.
He tried to turn and raise himself to a sitting position while pushing her away, but she held back his arm in a strong grip and locked a crooked arm about his neck.
She continued to hold him about the neck until he slowly pried her arm away and pushed himself to a half-sitting position, her leg still tightly locked over him.
She rolled away from him and released his arm.
Corday started to grab his arm, then thought better of it.
Franny came over and leaned down to put her arm around his shoulders.
Dean patted her arm.
Dean dropped once more with the same bone-jarring result, this time slamming against the cliff-side with his entire right side and arm.
Cynthia settled into the sofa where Dean joined her, putting his arm around her shoulders.
She gave his arm a whack but surrendered the ring.
Gabriel tapped his arm.
He handed Sarah hers, sat close, and put his arm around her, planting a gentle kiss on her temple.
Jackson kissed her gently, then took her arm once more.
She smacked him in the arm.
He put his arm around her shoulder.
When the tube filled, she connected it to the IV in the girl's arm.
His face softened as he touched her arm."Would you mind if I kept this one to myself?"
She smacked his arm and took off to get ready for Connor's arrival.
Connor grabbed her arm.
He put his arm around her.
He squeezed her arm.
Jackson stood and held his arm.
He sat putting his arm around her.
They walked through the woods arm in arm.
Walking through the woods near the house, Elisabeth pulled Jackson's arm.
Jackson held her at arm's length.
Sarah sat on the arm of the chair and hugged him.
He slid his arm around her and kissed her head.
Elisabeth perched on the arm of the sofa next to Sarah.
Elisabeth stood up, but Jackson held her arm.
He grabbed her arm, locked eyes with her and rasped through gritted teeth, "You need to stay away from me."
Jackson finally moved closer and slung his arm around her.
Elisabeth slapped his arm.
The jerk had hold of Elisabeth's arm.
Elisabeth held his arm.
Connor tilted his glass to Jackson in a thank you, his other arm draped around his blubbering bride.
Jackson held Sarah's arm as she turned to leave.
He draped an arm around her.