The grip of his fingers felt like a shackle, entrapping her.

The grip felt made for her holding, and she knew it was.

He reached behind him, felt the slick grips of the gun under his fingers.

"That grip on me feels like quite an appetite."

Dumarest turned to move away, felt Usdon's grip on his arm.

The revolver's grip felt familiar to his hand, a natural fit.

Quite suddenly the grip hardened on his hand and he felt it forced into the warm cleft between her legs.

The woman's grip felt like the jaws of a steel trap.

His grip for some reason felt icy cold.

Adulux was stunned by how cold his grip felt.