Novel & Cerita Comforting God Hugging Woman

"Oh Goddess, you're finally awake." Her voice was full of glee and excitement, and I didn't fail to notice the sudden light that entered her eyes. A light that I knew hadn't been there before—I could tell that with the stress lines and heavy eye bags that coated her eyes. She moved so fast I barely blinked before she pulled me into a hug. "Oh, may the Goddess be praised." Her body felt so light against mine that I was scared to hug her back, scared she would break in my arms. My arms trembled slightly as they hovered behind her before touching her gently.

"Yes." That was it. She smiled, stepped forward and hugged him. She chuckled and that sound sounded very unfamiliar to Dexter. He held himself rigidly and could not believe what had just happened. Was the woman really hugging him. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest and as she chuckled softly, he could feel the vibrations off of her. Suddenly, the woman jumped off him at lightning speed and had the grace to blush. She looked at the ground and fidgeted on her feet. Weird creature.

Everyone's life is just perfect except for his, even his sister whom they thought won't be happy again, she is extremely so. On impulse, he moved to where she is and wrapped his arms around her back in a tight comforting embrace. She tensed, stood there like a statue her hands under the faucet as if gush out water. He didn't move away, it was way too comfortable for him to do so and instead, he nuzzle his nose to her neck inhaling her scent like a darn wolf. His eyes closed, taking in her tantalizingly enthralling smell, so feminine and fantastic. He's never felt more comfortable than he did at that moment, his wife wrapped in his arms even though the hug isn't reciprocated from the other pa

Rudolph couldn't believe that he was hugging a woman who a few days ago, he couldn't stand. The minute he had her small frame in his arms, he was instantly hit by numerous feelings. The strongest was comfort. Janessa stood stiffly for a while, but seconds later, she was hugging him back. Suddenly, they heard the door open. "What in the world is going on here?" The two of them quickly broke apart from the hug and turned to the door. Lo and behold, it was a shocked Lacey.

The cool morning breeze gently graced the room as a woman is seen seductively embracing the sleeping figure of a man. The man looked too handsome to be human or even a supernatural, even when sleeping he looked like the god of hotness sent from the heavens. The woman sighed satisfactorily as she took in his whole form.

I run a hand up under her shirt to her back and I rub soothing circles onto her bare skin over her scars, projecting love and calmness down through the mate bond. I love how she feels in my arms. The weight she has gained these last few weeks is apparent holding her like this. She has filled out and has more curves to fill my large hands and I love it. I love everything about this woman. Goddess, please don’t let me fuck this up. She needs me, just as I need her. I don’t move my head from her neck when her sobs begin to fade. But I want to comfort her and reassure her that I will always be there for her.

This simple gesture makes my heart swell in appreciation. It gives me comfort that she knows where she belongs. The piece of cloth slumps on the floor and standing in front of me is a naked goddess waiting to be worshipped. "You have been stressing yourself so much lately, and I thought you could use some relaxation" she whispers while walking toward me and I couldn't agree less. I fucking need to relax, and what could be a best way than being buried deep in the woman I love. "You are right, baby. Thank you for being here" I murmur grabbing her tiny waist and pulling her to me.

She seemed to wait for someone to say those words and she couldn’t believe that she would hear it from the man she hated the most. Bill tightened his grip on her as her sobbing got louder. For tonight she let him hug her. Only for tonight, she let the man who she hated the most comfort her. There’re no words that could describe how ironic it was but she needed his warmth. She needed him to comfort her. No fighting, no screaming, and cursing, she stood still with Bill hugging her with the solemnity of the night. After a while, her tears started to dry from his warmth. Her tensed body started to relax in his arms. She felt that no one could ever hurt her again. Just inside his strong arms, she

she said. And before I could respond, the woman suddenly engulfed me with a hug. Later on, she started sniffing as if she was already crying. I stood stiffly while she hugged me. Awkward. "You poor thing. You've been hurting so much. I wanted to help you. Yes. I will help you for as long as I can," she whispered while her shoulders shook uncontrollably. Hugh and my eyes met. What the heck will I do now?

Interlocking my fingers, I glance at them, then back at her. "Oh, my God." Worry etched onto her features, and then she surprised me with a hug. "I hope he is okay now." "Yes, he is." I find myself hugging her back, and it doesn't seem awkward for some strange reason. I am not a hugger, and I am definitely not a fan of some stranger hugging me. However, the warmth and concern she holds seem so genuine that I didn't mind her hug. "Thank God." Releasing me, she looks at me with a relieved smile.