I indulge her, loving the feel of her in my arms a bit too much. I fucked Sasha for four hundred twenty times and the spark still remains the same.
What? Of course, I'm still counting.
Sisters in Arms
İşid'in bölgede Ezidilere karşı yaptığı soykırımı dile getiren, sivil halka yapılanları özellikle kadınlara yönelik tutumları hakkında bilgi veren dram-savaş filmidir.
Kenza ve Yaël, Suriye'ye giden ve Işid'e karşı savaşan kadınlardan oluşan uluslararası bir tabur olan 'Yılan Tugayı'na katılan iki genç fransız kadındır. Orada Ezidilerden hayatta kalan Zara ile tanışırlar. Zara, Işid tarafından sürülen, köleleştirilen bir genç ezididir. Işidden kaçmayı başarmış ve tugaya katılmıştır.
İzlenilir🌹
Roman
Zamanla insanlar, kırık parçaları olanları sevmeyi öğrenirler. Çünkü zamanla, onlar da kırık olduğunu fark ederler.
Ernest Hemingway
When they got to my arms, Loria had the audacity to laugh at me. All the servants tittered as she measured my bicep, then held up the measurements for the room to see.
“Warrior you are not.”
My one eye twitched with annoyance. I was half-tempted to transform into a saber-toothed tiger and roar in Loria’s face.
Like a smart warrior, I did what I could in the situation.
I stood naked and did nothing.
You didn’t mess with middle-aged women holding pins and measuring tapes. The danger was palpable.
She didn’t realize that she had been stabbed until Nezha drew his hand away, and she saw the blood on his fingers.
She slumped to the side. He pulled her into his arms.
Rin spread her arms. “Come here.”
He leaned into her embrace. She held his head against her chest and rested her chin on the top of his head, silently counting his breaths.
She was going to miss him so much.
She stretched her arms toward him. He pulled her in against him so hard that she stiffened on instinct. Then she relaxed, because Nezha was so warm, so solid, and hugging him was such a wonderful feeling that she just wanted to bury her face into his uniform and stand there for a very long time.
The big man made me want to break down and sob like a little girl.
For just a moment, I imagined wrapping my arms around him and letting him protect me from the world.
I closed my eyes and slammed my head down against the hard floor. The minor concussion cleared the crazy from my brain.
No one was going to save me.
I'd be surrounded by scores of guards at the Palace, but I couldn't imagine a place safer than my father's arms.
Sayfa 76 - America
Sözlerle görselin ilişkisini sormayın, ben de bilmiyorum!
Where you go, I go
What you see, I see
I know I’d never be me
Without the security
Of your lovin’ arms
Keeping me from harm
Put your hand in my hand
And we will stand…
She stretched her arms toward him. He pulled her in against him so hard that she stiffened on instinct. Then she relaxed, because Nezha was so warm, so solid, and hugging him was such a wonderful feeling that she just wanted to bury her face into his uniform and stand there for a very long time.
I laugh out a cry and run at him, launching myself into his strong arms that instantly wrap around me.
“You’re mine, Malachi. You’re mine and I’m yours and I love you more than words can explain. Please forgive me. Please. I want you. I want to be with you, build a life with you, and make memories with you. I want to wake up every morning with you by my side. I want you to chase me through these woods and take me against a tree. I want everything you have to give. All of it. Everything. Because I chose you. I—”
Malachi kisses me into silence.
He grins against my lips. “I love you, Olivia.”
I giggle and wrap my legs around his waist, my face sore from how hard I’m smiling. “I love you too. Will you take me inside our home and show me how much you love me?”
He shakes his head and drops me to my feet. “I want to rip that fucking dress from your body then make you bleed all over it.”
Butterflies are going wild inside me, my chest rising and falling with anticipation. “I dare you,” I tease. “I dare you to chase me and make me beg for it.”
Malachi groans and snatches my jaw, pressing a harsh kiss to my mouth before shoving me back, grinning and gesturing to the woods.
“Run, little stranger.”
She waved me off, pulling a measuring tape from her bag. “Don’t be silly, I’m not creating anything from scratch. Just getting a look at you so I can make the proper alterations. Strip, please.”
I blinked. “I —“
“Nothing I haven’t seen before, cookie. Now, your clothes. Take ‘em off.” Reluctantly, I started unbuttoning my shirt and she sighed. “It’s not a bloody strip show, love, off with it. You’re not the only appointment I have today.”
“Right. Sorry,” I muttered, peeling off my shirt, followed by my jeans. Leonie paused, looking me over. “Well, you’ve got a nice body under that baggy flannel, haven’t you?”
“I thought you said it wasn’t a strip show.”
She smiled innocently, standing in front of me. “Arms out.”
But before we take up arms, we shall try the power of words.
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