Caught In His Embrace Novel Novels & Stories

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.

The single word sent a shiver down my spine, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. My knees buckled beneath me, but before I could fall, his hands shot out, catching me with ease. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. I gasped at the sudden contact, my hands instinctively reaching out to steady myself against him. His grip was firm, unyielding, but there was a gentleness in the way he held me, as if he were afraid I might shatter in his hands. His other hand came up, pressing against the wall beside my head, effectively trapping me in place. I was caged in by him, surrounded by his warmth and his scent, and I couldn’t bring myself to fight it. I couldn’t

"Have you heard a single word that I said?" He spoke again making me realize that this is real. I feel the book slip away from my hand as someone snatched it so fast. Then strong and warm arms grab me from behind and I was engulf in a very tight embrace. "You're back!?” My voice quivers as I feel the heat beginning to surface from the skin that he touches. I finally see his handsome face, when he turned me around and press my body against his hard chest. He put me a little too high from the floor that I am looking down to meet his hungry eyes.

He reached out, his arms encircling Claire in a tight embrace that conveyed both warmth and a longing for forgiveness. The sudden display of affection caught Claire off guard, causing her heart to skip a beat. It was a stark contrast to the cold and distant demeanor Nathan had exhibited in the past, leaving her feeling isolated and wounded. She couldn't help but be drawn into the embrace, her body instinctively seeking solace in his reassuring hold.

The pain in his eyes told her just what her departure had cost him. All she had to do was explain. He'd listen, and maybe, if she was lucky, forgive her. He'd have to, once he knew what Evangeline had said. He removed his cloak, overcoat and shirt, then took slow deep breaths as he stepped towards her. Emily's heart quickened. She saw the animal lust in his eyes, and she knew her own gaze answered his. Without a second thought Emily flung herself at him, pressing tight against him, arms banding about his neck. But he didn't return her embrace. His arms hung at his sides. He was coiled tight, rigid and so impossibly cold.

And then, all at once, he pulled me into an embrace so intense it stole the breath from my lungs. I froze in surprise, then sank into his hold. He clung to me as though the world was falling apart. His face pressed into the crook of my neck, and I felt the tremble in his fingers as they ran down my back. Emotion rolled off him in waves. My lips brushed his shoulder, tasting ash and sweat. He smelled of fire. I wrapped my arms around him, wishing I could make this moment last forever. “Are you all right?” I asked again when he finally loosened his grip.

His warmth enveloped me, soothing and grounding me in a way that I hadn’t expected. A gentle heat built between us, something innocent yet laced with a quiet desire that simmered beneath the surface, unspoken but present. Though it was winter, the room felt warm and safe, a sanctuary I hadn’t known I needed. Maxwell’s hand rested lightly on my waist, holding me securely, and as I relaxed into his embrace, I felt myself finally let go of the questions and worries.

I didn't mean to touch him, but the moment I stood in front of him, I stretched my hand out and placed it on his arm. Before my finger could settle on his skin, he grabbed me and pulled me close to him. I gasped as my heart skipped a beat. My mouth dropped open slightly, and my eyes went wide. I tried pushing him off, but he wrapped his hands around me. He wasn't hugging me tightly; he was embracing me, keeping me imprisoned in his arms. “Let go of me,” I hissed, anger sipping into every part of my brain. He mumbled something, but then buried his head into the crook of my neck and inhaled sharply and loudly.