One tormenting impression did not leave him: that those broad- boned reddish hands with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt sleeves, those hands which he loved and hated, held him in their power.
Her gaze fell to the fetters at her wrists and ankles.
He released one of her wrists and leaned over, slapping it, before returning to the warm body beneath him.
She traced the bruises around her wrists from the bindings.
His solid, warm body atop hers immobilized her and he pinned her wrists to the bed, silver eyes blazing and elongated fangs resting on his full lower lip.
He kissed her shoulder and took her arms, holding her wrists over her head with one hand.
His fingers unwrapped from her wrists and his warm palms caressed hers.
His big hands came up, grasping her wrists and pulling her forward until her armpits rested on his shoulders.
He stepped forward, taking the scissors from her in one hand and one of her wrists in the other.
He caught her wrists and pinned them behind her, more interested in feeding.
She rubbed her wrists, not fully appreciating his effort.
The portrait of Archbishop Warham at Lambeth, for instance, shows a rochet with fairly wide sleeves narrowing towards the wrists, where they are confined by fur cuffs.
He wore green velvet trousers, a canary-coloured waistcoat, low shoes, silver buckles, lace at his wrists, and his hair in ringlets."
He had her wrists pinned above her head.
Jilian snatched her and slammed her onto the table, pinning her in place as he strapped her wrists and ankles in.
He gripped her wrists and held them behind her back.
She gripped his wrists, meeting his sultry gaze with all the invitation she could muster.
Yes. He tried to commit suicide after he killed her; he left a note but he didn't cut his wrists deeply enough to be fatal.
She sat to pull on shoes and saw the scars around her wrists, evidence of her fight against the bindings Jilian used to strap her onto the table.
She clutched his wrists, the logical side of her brain preparing to remove his hands from her face, the emotional side wishing he would repeat the kiss.
He didn't sit on her and when he leaned forward to trap her wrists, he was gentle but firm about it.
She hadn't realized how big his were; they took up the entire space between her wrists and elbows.
The demon lord took her wrists and pinned them above her head.
Taran snatched her wrists and trapped her against him, forcing her arms crossed behind her.
This fashion continued until, in the 17th century, the sleeves became much fuller; but it was not till the, 8th century that they developed into the familiar exaggerated balloon shape, confined at the wrists by a ribbon, beyond which a ruffle projected.
Those broad, reddish hands, with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt cuffs, laid down the pack and took up a glass and a pipe that were handed him.
They are a fine warlike race, with remarkably clear complexions and handsome features; round wrists and ankles they wear rings of twisted hair.
Oh, how Rostov detested at that moment those hands with their short reddish fingers and hairy wrists, which held him in their power....