“MUSCLES” in italiano

The muscles in his thighs shifted against her as she pulled him free and nearly gasped.

Inside its egg the dragon Silence bunched its muscles and clenched its claws.

Cassian might have flexed his stomach muscles as he approached the chalk-lined circle.

An entirely different set of muscles soon began to protest at the descent.

Her skin tingled, a few muscles twitched, a corona of sparks fluttered around her but nothing more.

He felt his body break out into goosepimples and his muscles began to spasm and tremble.

The crash smashed her hard against his scales and yet her harness still held, and though bones and muscles screamed and tore, somehow she was alive.

Her muscles went rigid as he made waves of pleasure flow from her center.

Cassian explained carefully, “Many of the key muscles can be impacted when someone’s wings are clipped.

He felt her inner muscles squeeze him harder and growled, “Fuck, Nesta.

Nesta’s feet flew, her steps unfaltering, even as her muscles burned.