And Hold Me In Your Arms Novels & Stories

‘You’re the strongest person I know, and I’ll be counting the days until I can hold you in my arms again. Abruptly, he stood up, still carrying her in his arms.

As he sang we continued to dance. And I'd climb every mountainAnd swim every oceanJust to be with youAnd fix what I've brokenOh, 'cause I need you to seeThat you are the reason, oh(I don't wanna fight no more)(I don't wanna hurt no more)(I don't wanna cry no more)(Come back, I need you to hold me closer now) You are the reason, oh(Just a little closer now) (Come a little closer now)(I need you to hold me tonight)

A giggle escapes me as I stuff the picture into my pocket and turn around, Xander stands there with a small smile on his face. Something in me urges me to walk to him; I do. I place his arm around my waist, instinctively he tightens his grip bringing me closer to him. I grin and place my hand on his shoulder and we intertwine our fingers. I'm about to sing but he cuts me to it, "It's crazy, 'cause I love you but I never told nobody. And I want you to hold me tight 'cause I'ma hold your body. I know exactly how you feeling, never met nobody real but I'm the realest.

For him to hold me in his arms "I can't...have things to do" he muttered and tried to walk away but I was fast to hold him from leaving. I missed him more than anything. The distance was something I couldn't tolerate anymore. He was near me but so far away. Wrapping my arms around him. My head rested on his chest. Feeling his heartbeat was something I wanted. His warmth gave me strength "D...do you remember our special nights here?"I said smiling as I tightened my grip around him. His heart was beating against my ear rhythmically. He didn't hug me back

I shudder goosebumps wrecking me I move away from Him before I slap him " You took what was not given to you " tears fill my eyes. He slaps me back so hard my head turns shocked that he slapped me I move to Leave his room when he grabs me picking me up throwing me over his bed I try to rise he's on me slapping me again so hard I taste cooper in my mouth , he holds me down by my wrists on top Of my head while he's holding me. Tears fall from my face " You see you don't have a choice in this situation because you are my pet , you belong to me

“Just hold me. Just hold me, please.” He did what she told him. He held her dearly, caressing her back to assure her of his presence. Little by little, she relaxed, her breathing became normal gradually. She feels both secure and in danger in the arms of the same man.

“Whеrе I will gеt tо hоld уоu in mу аrmѕ.” “Pinch mе ’cause I thіnk I’m dreaming.” I ѕԛuеаlеd whеn hе nipped mу аrm, аnd I ѕрun аrоund tо look іntо hіѕ eyes.

As I pull her closer into me, it’s no surprise that her body fits perfectly with mine. Touching her right now is like a spiritual experience. This feeling I have coursing through my veins is unfamiliar but welcome. How can just holding someone bring a feeling of peace and contentment? My heart is in my throat, and it’s difficult to swallow. Having her in my arms is going to become addictive. I will want to feel this peace and contentment repeatedly because I’ve never felt that in my life. She feels like she belongs in my arms. Like she was made just for me to hold and cherish.

Beautiful. "You're not nobody special," she whispered. "Neither are you." I pulled her into me. Her face pressed against my chest, her arms wrapping around my waist, her body shaking with the kind of tears that come when you've been holding everything in for too long and your body finally gives up the fight. I held her. Tight. My chin resting on top of her head. My arms wrapped around her like a wall. The music filling the space around us, soft and steady.

His arms encircle me, holding me against his chest with a strength that leaves no room for escape. “Stop,” he murmurs into my hair, his voice deep and steady. “Just stop, Sophia.” I thrash harder, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as I try to push him away, my fists pounding against his chest. But he doesn’t let go. He holds me tighter, as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away if he loosens his grip even a fraction. I can feel the solid wall of his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my fists, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’m not going to break free. But I fight him anyway, because it’s the only way I know how to cope with the storm that’s raging inside me.