He Can Only Hold Her Novels & Stories

“Just hold me. Just hold me, please.” He did what she told him. He held her dearly, caressing her back to assure her of his presence. Little by little, she relaxed, her breathing became normal gradually. She feels both secure and in danger in the arms of the same man.

“Shhh…just come here.” Using the hand he held, he pulled her up and she fell against his chest. “Let me hold you like you held me when I cried.” His hands draped around her waist, holding her firmly when she tried to pull away. The sparks he’d longed to feel surrounded him immediately, gathering them both in comfortable warmth.

She was his…his alone. “Keep needing me just like this.” He grabbed her cheeks, holding her in place so that her eyes never left his face. “That’s an order.”

“You always tell me not to do that. Don’t touch me, don’t smile at me, don’t flirt with me—so how about you tell me my limits, right now?” She sighed. “It’s fine if you don’t want to help me with this information.” She stood, but he grabbed her hand, pulling her toward him and circling his arm around her waist. “Aiden.” She frowned at him, but if she thought that would have any effect on him, she was wrong. “Am I also not allowed to hold you?” “Get your hands off me,” she hissed through gritted teeth, but he didn’t budge. His look was daring, almost challenging her to do what she could to escape.

He held her tighter, one hand raking gently through her hair, the other curled protectively around her back. He didn’t care about the blood on his knuckles. He didn’t care about anything except the way she was holding on to him like she was drowning and he was the only air left in the world.

"Babe...please, no" He holds Kamilla's hand with what little self-control he has left. "I want to hold you," she murmured, unable to remove her hands from his hard grip. "Not here, please. I can not contain myself if you touch me," he gasped, nuzzling his lips against hers.

Instead, he looked down at her small hand, which was still holding his, and said calmly, "Can you let go now?" As she looked down, she found that her other hand was holding his big palm tightly, and she hurriedly loosened her hold.

Unmoving. Ian was holding her heart in his hands.

Arthur couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her strength and resilience. As she got close he felt that same need to hold her hands, he stretched his hands to hold her but it missed hers by an inch

She ought to have pushed him away, but her body had different plans. She rolled over with ease, her head resting on his chest. His arms encircled her waist. It did not express possessiveness or aggression. It was gentle… intentional. He held her like something fragile, something worth holding onto. She couldn’t fight it. Not tonight. Not when her heart had been broken into too many pieces and somehow—somehow—it felt like he was the only one who could hold them together, even temporarily. As her eyes closed, sleep pulled her deeper.