Caught In His Embrace Novel Novels & Stories

“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

My back hit the surface lightly, not painful, but enough to make my breath stumble. My breath hitched, and I gasped sharply. My dark romance novel was still in my hand, half-open, my finger stuck between the pages so I wouldn’t lose the page I was reading. Then Vincent’s eyes dropped immediately to the book, noticing it in my grip even while he had me pinned so easily it felt unfair. For a moment, he just looked at it. “Vincent—” I said quickly, surprised. But before I could even pull my hand back, his other hand came up and caught both my wrists, holding them tighter in place.

They fall silently, hot on my skin. I turn my head away, ashamed. "Do not cry," he says, his voice strangely soft. "Not for this." He takes me in his arms. It is not the savage embrace from the terrace. It is not the brutal seizure of possession. It is an embrace that envelops, that contains. That protects. I resist for a moment, stiff, then my body breaks against his. I sob, shaken with shivers, hiding my face in the rough fabric of his suit. I cry for the little girl who believed her beauty was a talisman. I cry for the woman who believed intelligence was a weapon. I cry for us, for this monstrous marriage of desire and hatred, passion and destruction.

Lynn could see the tense line of his back, the way his hands clenched into fists on his thighs. Then, he moved again. Swiftly, almost desperately, he turned and leaned over Lynn. His arms wrapped around Lynn’s shoulders, pulling him forward into a crushing embrace. Lynn went rigid. The contact was a shock, electric and terrifying. Caius’s arms were like steel bands, holding him with a force that was possessive, desperate, and devoid of any tenderness. It was not a hug; it was a claiming, an anchor thrown in a storm. Lynn’s face was pressed against the rough wool of Caius’s sweater. He could feel the frantic, heavy beat of Caius’s heart against his own still chest. The embrace was so tight it

He gasped against my mouth, surprised for half a second before he melted into it, his fingers curling into my shirt and pulling me closer like he’d been waiting for exactly this without knowing it. I wasn’t gentle. I didn’t want to be gentle tonight. I wanted him to forget every name that wasn’t mine, even if only for an hour, even if I knew somewhere underneath all of it — that tomorrow the hope would come rushing back and Victor’s name would be on his lips again before breakfast. Tonight, it was mine. I pulled back just far enough to look at him, both of us breathing hard, his lips already swollen and his eyes blown wide with something that had nothing to do with grief.

Jasper will be onto us any moment! 'There! I smell him! Oh my goddess he smells like everything nice!' 'Focus!' 'Right! Go fast!' He came into view soon after and my heart almost stopped then and there. His beautiful emerald eyes had locked onto Dahlia's form with nothing but reverence and love. "Hi there, Dahlia, are you delivering my mate to me? Or are you here looking for yours?" He chuckled and goodness it was like smooth velvet in my ears. I quickly pulled the shift from Dahlia and kissed Donovan almost violently.

A blinding pain again hit her head and she doubled over whole closing her eyes tightly. “Oh no no!!” Emma panicked and tried to hold something when her heels tripped and she fell. But to her surprise, instead of the hard concrete, her body was enveloped in a warm and soft embrace. A pair of strong arms grabbed the girl before she could land on the ground tightly. Emma felt a tender touch on her left cheek as someone pressed her face against a toned chest. Her eyes closed of their own volition when a soothing fragrance hit her olfactory bulbs which calmed her senses down. Her body went limp in his arms.

It was a comfort Caspius had never experienced before. He didn’t want to move. At least here, he knew his woman was alright. She was alive and breathing, and that left him at ease. Caspius buried his face into the crook of her neck, and took in a deep breath of her scent. By the gods, it would never get old for him. He was addicted to it. She moved! She actually moved after what felt like an eternity to him. He could feel a wave of relief washing over him. Lily rolled onto her side, and buried herself deep into him. Her wild, midnight curls tantalized him. She grabbed his shirt, fisting the material tight.