Caught In His Embrace Novel Novels & Stories

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 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.

“I’m—god, I’m so embarrassed.” But Damien doesn’t move away. Instead, he stands up, and before I can even register what’s happening, he’s pulling me into his arms, his embrace tight and warm. His scent surrounds me—familiar, comforting. I close my eyes and bury my face in his chest, not caring anymore about the tears or the emotions I can’t seem to control. He doesn’t let go. He just holds me there, like he’s holding onto me for dear life.

she muttered, attempting to mask the warmth creeping into her cheeks, but despite her protest, her grip on his hand remained firm, as if anchoring herself to the moment they were sharing. He chuckled softly, a sound that carried a mix of relief and warmth, as the weight of that intense moment settled comfortably between them. It was a strange yet comforting silence, punctuated only by the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. For the first time since the scare that had sent them spiraling into fear, he allowed himself to relish the warmth of her embrace. She held onto him tightly, as if he were her anchor, her body pressed against his with an urgency that conveyed a deep-seated desire never

Downstairs, the atmosphere of the main corridor near the private study looked so calm. Emma walked hurriedly with her head still filled with the remaining emotions from the top attic. She turned her face toward the side window to tidy her slightly messy strands of hair. However, because she paid little attention to the direction of her steps when turning the corridor corner near the library, her body suddenly bumped into a broad figure that stood firm like a coral wall. Thud! "Ah!" Emma let out a soft yelp as her body lost its balance due to that impact. Before she had time to be thrown down onto the marble floor, a pair of brawny arms moved with a very fast reflex. Strong, large hands grabb

My phone was seized. I had hoped with marriage, I would gain autonomy. Yet somehow, fate just had to make me get captured by the worst people ever. “Fine,” I heaved out. He let go of me, stepping back from in-between my legs. He didn't go too far though and when I felt his hands on my thighs, I froze. He stroked the tattoo gently, while I tried to calm my breathing down. Emilio looked like he was getting the show of his life, his pupil blown out like he was high.

Suddenly, his ears turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. Perplexed, I frowned. “What is it?” He handed the book back to me without meeting my gaze. “Nothing. Just... interesting choice.” Confused, I looked down at the book in my hands. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the image: a shirtless man with rippling muscles, a woman draped over him, their lips locked passionately. The bold title on the cover read: “Desire’s Embrace.” Instantly, I felt my face turn beet red. I’d purchased… a smut novel.