Novel & Cerita Caught In His Embrace Novel

he isn't a vampire, is he? I didn't know that the other part of the novel was something like this. As I strode further in, the doors behind me closed suddenly and startled me. But someone grabbed me, that basket with his meal slipped from my hand but he caught it. "Uhh...!" Before stepping in, I was afraid of being snagged by him again, and here I am struggling in his arms, but I had something which can be my protection, I bought a jasmine pouch with me, which I grabbed from, that inn. It will help me with him.

I tried to meet his gaze, searching for an explanation in his eyes, but he avoided it, burying his face into the crook of my neck instead. His embrace was desperate, almost pleading, and though my initial shock made me tense, his palpable vulnerability slowly melted my resistance. As his grip around my waist tightened, it became clear that he wasn’t looking for intimacy in the way I initially feared. Instead, he seemed to be seeking solace, comfort— two firm anchors in a turbulent sea of emotions. I took a deep breath, my initial shock now replaced with a gentle understanding.

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

But now, somewhere in the cold steel of his control, I’d seen a glimpse of something else—something that made the chains feel less heavy. Then, he did something I didn't expect. He rose, came around the table, and without a word, pulled me into his arms. The hug was not a kiss, not a claim, but a quiet, intimate embrace. His warmth enveloped me, his strong arms a surprising, welcome anchor. I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his scent, the dark cedar and spice that was both a prison and a strange, comforting home. It was a silent acknowledgment of my pain, a gesture of apology that was more powerful than any words he could have spoken.

"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.

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.

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.

His legs tangled with mine, his body molding to me in a way that was too intimate, too practiced. My heart squeezed painfully. This wasn’t how a man holds a woman he’s estranged from. This was how he held her. Emma. In his half-asleep haze, he had mistaken me for her. A sharp ache bloomed in my chest as I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to cry—or to run. Slowly, I tried to slip out of his grip, but his hold only tightened. “Sleep a little longer,” he murmured, his breath warm against my forehead.

Running to him. She reached him in a rush and threw herself into his arms. Her momentum collided with his solid frame, but he didn’t falter. He caught her as though he had been waiting for exactly that, arms circling her with crushing force. She buried her face against his chest, her tears soaking the fabric, but he didn’t care. He didn’t even flinch. His embrace wasn’t careful, wasn’t tentative. It was fierce, desperate, and absolute. His hands splayed across her back, fingers gripping her as though he could anchor her to him, as if letting go even for a breath might undo her, might undo them both.