Caught In His Embrace Novel Novels & Stories

However, before I could reach there, Emilio grasped my hands and yanked me back, causing me to fall back on his arms. “Where are you trying to run off to?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at me. I hurriedly pulled out from his embrace, gasping. The moment he held my hand, adrenaline filled my body and I tried to pull my hand away. Unexpectedly, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, my body rubbing against his hard chest. “I've missed you so much,” he confessed, gazing intently at me. “Don't you miss me, even a bit?”

I collided with a warm chest instead of the cold, hard floor. For a moment, everything went still. I was in Vincenzo’s embrace, my heart sprinting at a fucking thousand beats per second. He held me firmly, his addicting pinewood scent engulfing me as a whole, simmering on the heat of his comforting warmth. I didn’t dare to move or breathe as he stared at me, his eyes blazing with a million questions. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, as getting caught like this wasn’t an ordinary matter. When I was expecting Alpha’s monstrous lash out, his voice resounded into my ears, softer this time.

he said, as if reading my thoughts. And finally, the metal gave way. The shackles binding me snapped free from their hinges and fell to the floor, clinking in a metallic echo that reverberated through my ribs. I was free. But my body was too weak to hold on any longer. My knees buckled, my vision blurred. But before I could touch the floor, his arms had caught me. The embrace—warm despite his wounded body, strong despite his burned hands. He wrapped both arms around my body, shielding me from everything harsh and cold. The embrace was so tight that if he loosened it even slightly, I would disappear again.

And then, in one fluid motion, he shifted. Atticus stood before me, naked, glorious, alive. I didn’t wait. I ran to him, and he caught me in his arms like he’d been waiting to do it forever. His embrace was fierce, grounding, and I melted into him, burying my face in his neck, inhaling the scent that had haunted my dreams.

He carefully extended his arms, moving slowly so as not to startle me. Then he gently pulled my cold, trembling body into his warm embrace. His movements were extremely gentle and controlled, perfectly avoiding my injured left arm. He was treating me like I was made of glass and might shatter at any moment. My body instinctively tensed at the unexpected contact, but I didn't push him away. Something about his embrace felt safe, like coming home after a long, terrible journey. He rested his chin lightly on top of my head, and I felt the vibration from his chest when he spoke.

I didn’t really care now because I was behind with the entire schedule. There was an energy in his embrace, one that kept me afloat, alive. All he was doing was keeping me from falling, but then again, why did I feel like there would be no other better place than in his arms? That kind of embrace softened my soul, my whole being in a way that I was feeling like it was forever bound. I would think that this was the kind of embrace that left me space to breathe, but no, it was the other kind of approach that would leave me breathless, motionless, with all my willpower shattered in a split second.

I melted into his embrace, feeling a rush of emotions that I couldn't quite comprehend but didn't want to resist. His strong arm wrapped tightly around me, drawing me closer to him in a passionate embrace. The world seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment, our connection growing stronger with each passing second. I moved my hand to my chest, trying to push him away, but my body betrayed me as I found myself wanting more of his touch. He forcefully grabbed both of my hands, lifting them above my head, and pushed me against the wall, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored my own.

All he knew was that he wanted to hold the woman he had repeatedly hurt. Calvin felt regret and the desire to earn Emily's forgiveness. Emily, sensing the movement behind her, closed her eyes. She bit her lower lip to suppress the pounding of her heart, which had started to race. Suddenly, Calvin's large hand encircled her waist, accompanied by a warm breath brushing against her neck. Emily initially attempted to free herself, but Calvin pulled her into his embrace.

I smiled back at him "My King, forever and always!" (I hope you have enjoyed reading my novel as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please look for the second book in this series. 'Forbidden Embrace: Reverse Harem of the Royal Siren Queen of Atlantis')

"At least, if we die, we die defending ourselves." When I opened the door, I saw that Carson and Morris both seemed calm. They looked distraught, but they were not in a hurry. Definitely not like a guy who had been captured or tortured. Their clothes weren't bloody. They were okay. I could hear the chorus of sighs from behind me. Charmaine rushed to Morris's arms and then Carson's. Wasn't that weird? Why was she hugging him? They didn't even seem that close. Perhaps he was closer. Perhaps, she was too excited they were okay to think.