“THROUGH” in italiano

’The slavers turned and left, and when it came to it, Tuuran held up his arms and let them tie him back to his pole and lead him through the camp and push him into a pen with the rest.

She stood calmly, ready to absorb his attack with her shield, but the fire hissed on contact with the barrier and burned through her magic in the space of a breath.

She learned the shape of him through his pants, and pressed her hand harder, working him.

And then they were through.

Directly across the street, the neon blue martini glass above the door Dylan had gone through flickered against the darkening sky.

It isn’t the first time she wishes that she could reach out to him to talk through a dilemma.

Mark always made phone calls and she’d read a book, listening to her music through earbuds, whenever they went on a long drive.

Cold leached through Nesta, clarifying her thoughts enough to realize where she stood.

His tongue wriggled like a worm against hers, and his spindly, too-large hands ran down her breasts, her waist, and when she gagged again, fighting against her sob, his laugh puffed through her lips.

He was only a few feet away from the door, and he coulda got through that shit too, but a thick-necked niggah named Dolla stepped in front of him and checked the door.

After several blocks, Rew slowed their pace, and they peeked down a tree-lined boulevard that led from the wealthier enclaves of Falvar to the small, private gate that bored through the keep’s stout walls.