Novel & Cerita Caught In His Embrace Novel

Like none of it ever touched him. I didn’t even get a chance to breathe before Emilia darted past me like I wasn’t even there. Her body brushed mine and nearly knocked me off balance. That’s how fast she ran to him. She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly like he’d just come back from war. Then she kissed him. Right there. So damn passionate I wanted to vomit. My stomach twisted with something hot and bitter. Richard held her close, his hand gently sliding down her back. “Missed me?”

It’s so thick and musky in this small space that it’s all I can breathe. My eyes fly open in the dark. It all comes rushing back. The cold. The desperation. The kiss. His hand. My hand. The frantic, clumsy, gasping release that left me blind and boneless. Oh, gods. I’m tangled with him. My chest is pressed to his. My arm is flung across his waist. My leg is hooked over his. I’m not just being held. I’m clinging to him. I fell asleep embracing him like a happy, satisfied lover

His fingers brushed away the dress I clutched in my hand, and I found myself melting into his embrace, my back against his chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his forehead resting against my shoulder. God, Evelyn. Don’t let his words affect you. “Let me fucking go!” I tried to free myself from his grasp but he held me tighter. I wanted to push him away, to scream and curse him, and simply tell him to fuck off, that was how mad I was at that moment but at the same time I was ensnared in a labyrinth of emotions—helpless, hopelessly entangled in love. Instead of resisting, I found myself turning in his embrace to meet his gaze.

A strong hand caught her around the waist, pulling her back. The sound of his breathing was close, heavy and uneven. She knew he was still there. When she reached out her hand, he caught it, his fingers brushing hers. He hesitated for a moment before gently holding her and pulling her into his arms. His embrace was light, almost fleeting, as if it might disappear at any moment.

She let go of the whip, opened her arms, and looked up, "Alright, then I will condescend to hug you once… but don't do anything else! I warn you, this is a prayer room, and my body is very tired…" Angus stood up, approaching Emilia and holding her tightly in his arms. Emilia didn't like this posture, as if she was completely owned by him. It looked like he had completely marked her, but Emilia could forgive a little bit. Angus embraced her and gently whispered, "I'm sorry, Miss." Emilia snorted unhappily, awkwardly saying, "Well, you know, I don't want to be hugged by you." Angus just held her tighter, carefully smelling her scent. The rich aroma of roasted coffee beans covered the smell of

And at least I could understand why I felt that way about him. I barely touched on his fingers, brushing across his outstretched hands, and suddenly he reached out in response. He caught my wrist before I could tuck it back under the covers, dragging me across the bed into his arms, before he managed to get a leg in between mine. I was trapped in his embrace, but it wasn’t all bad.

he whispered, a dark gleam in his eyes. Before I could step back, his right hand came around my waist. His fingers were warm, pressing firmly through the thin fabric of my blouse, molding my hip against his side. The grip was strong, unyielding despite his injury. I could feel the hard muscle of his forearm pressing against the small of my back, pulling me just tight enough that I could feel the steady, rapid thudding of his heart against my own ribs. My breath hitched. My chest began to heave, my lungs struggling to find air in the sudden, closed-in space of his embrace. Thump-thump, thump-thump. My heart was a trapped bird, battering itself against my breastbone.

" I replied as I dashed towards the door, after repeating the sentence in my mind, that I was supposed to ask him. But because of being distracted while being in such a hurry, my foot caught in the loose tassles on the edge of the carpet near the door. And if not for him, I would definitely have fallen flat on my face. But before anything could have happened to me, he reached out and held me in his arms to break my fall, acting really fast. Although after that, instead of letting me out of his grip and letting me stand on my feet, he pulled me into his embrace.

Sure, we got in touch all the time, but seeing him then made me realize just how much I’d missed him. I smiled at him as he made his way toward me. He gave me a crooked smile that would make any other girl’s heart stop beating. But my own heart was pounding in my chest. I ran toward him, and it was like I was running toward home. I didn’t hesitate. I threw myself into his arms. He caught me and gave me a tight hug. I closed my eyes and his fresh, masculine scent filled my senses. I closed my eyes and drowned myself in his embrace. I let myself be locked into safety. And I knew there, no one could touch me.

He cursed and pulled her into his embrace, wrapping her entire body with his coat to envelop her in his warmth. He expected her to fight him and ask him to consider the watching eyes, but instead, her hand wrapped around his waist as she pressed herself to him. “I am sorry.” She whispered as she pressed her nose to him, inhaling his scent. He wanted to bury his head in her hair, but he felt something within him tremble. “Get in.”