Caught In His Embrace Novel Novels & Stories

He didn’t reach for me. I reached out first. His embrace wasn’t what I imagined. It wasn’t forceful. It didn’t cling like a man afraid to lose. He held me gently, cautiously, as if my body were cracked porcelain that might shatter with pressure. His arms encircled my back—not to restrain, only to accompany. He said nothing. He simply held me tighter, resting his chin lightly atop my head.

Three steps, then a leap, right into his arms. He caught her, not perfectly, not gracefully, but surely. His gloved hands gripped her waist, his body bracing under her weight. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her face buried in the fabric of his shoulder, breathing in the faint scent of cedar and antiseptic beneath the suit. For a heartbeat, neither moved. It was a moment of pure, raw instinct, an embrace that defied his condition and her carefully built walls. She pulled back instantly, her face burning with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just—”

He looked at me, and the thick, impenetrable ice in his expression shattered completely. He raised his uninjured left hand, reaching for my face, but stopped inches away. He looked at his own blood-stained skin, refusing to ruin me with the violence he had just committed. I didn't care. I threw myself forward, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. He went entirely rigid. Then, a harsh, ragged sigh tore out of his chest. His left arm wrapped around my back, crushing me against his chest. He buried his face in my hair. The scent of copper, gunpowder, and cold mint filled my lungs. It was the most desperate embrace we had ever shared.

I just needed to get away, to go back to the safety of my dark hotel room where I could pretend he didn't exist, but I wasn't fast enough. As I brushed past him, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but strangely gentle, and before I could even find my voice to protest, he pulled me back into a tight embrace. His arms around me like he was afraid I would vanish if he let go, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. I expected myself to struggle, I expected my body to fight him off and scream at him for everything that had happened, but instead, I found myself melting into his arms.

He suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace. Amelia fell into his lap. His cold aura filled her senses. She struggled with all her might, but it only tightened the grip of the arm snaking around her waist. She couldn't move an inch. She was so close to him, she could hear his breathing and heart beating. His voice drawled in her ears. "That's a good idea. Let's go down together." As Amelia continued struggling in Christopher's embrace, he pinched her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

Whether he wanted to end things with her or not, she wouldn't find out unless she opened the door and heard him out. It was him at the door. Just as she had expected. He was still in the tuxedo he came back from work with. What she had however not expected was for him to suddenly pull her into his embrace, and then hold onto her so tightly that she almost thought his broad body would crush her small frame. Weirdly enough, in his embrace, she felt a rush of relief wash through her. He hadn't come to end things with her. If he had then he wouldn't be embracing her so affectionately like this.

Her body got trapped into that familiar warmth of that person's embrace. Nina removed her hands from her face and opened her eyes only to find herself completely secured in his embrace. He had pressed her against his chest whereas one of his arms was wrapped around her back in order to protect her from Cain's hit on time which filled Nina's heart with that beautiful feeling of serenity and calmness.

I needed to taste his lips again. He let go of my grip and cuffed my hands to both edges of the bed. I could no longer touch him; I could only feel the vibration on my pussy and his warm mouth on my nipples. He took the black veil and tied my eyes. The feeling was so erotic that I moaned at the suspense of his actions. I felt his soft hand circling on my pussy but not penetrating. I begged him to stop. I couldn't take it any longer, but my pleadings only fed his ego as he inserted the dildo slowly at the tip of my pussy.

"But I can't fight it either." "Hester," he breathed, as if he'd just tasted the most perfect wine imaginable. A moment later I felt the firm strength of his arms as they closed around me, an embrace like night itself sweeping down around me. Then his lips pressed against mine, quick and graceful, and I lost myself in the contact.

"Emily, I know we have many issues, but I don't want a divorce. Shall we start over?" Issac lightly stroked Emily's hair, then pulled her tightly into his arms. She felt his arms wrap around her waist, enveloping her in his embrace. This embrace, familiar yet strange, brought a sense of unutterable comfort to her heart. His broad, solid chest radiated a distinctly male scent that caused her to lose herself in this moment of tranquility. Issac's cheek rested against Emily's forehead, his soft exhales gently stirring her hair, sending a wave of warmth through her. His breath echoed lightly in her ear, each exhale bringing a sense of comfort, quickening her heartbeat.