The young woman's hands curved reminiscently as if over the controls she had mastered.
Fangs and strong hands curved into claws were what I was seeing.
My hand curved into a fist, thrust against the rock to push away.
His hand curved around the edge of the lolling tongue.
His hands curved around the arms of the chair.
The hand curved back and tightened on Jeff's wrist to pull it free.
His hands swept upward and curved him toward the surface.
Her arms press against invisible walls and softly stretch out, hands curved slightly.
At the same time, it was very peculiar, he realized, even as his hand reached out and curved around her arm.
His hands were curving in the air, waiting to strike.
