Into My Arms Novels & Stories

She starts playing on the guitar and smiles sweetly at her mum. I never thought that you would... be the one to hold my heart... But you came around and you... knocked me off the ground... from the start... you put your arms around me. and I believe that it's easier... for you to let me go... you put your arms around me... and I am home... Mrs. Bella's eyes were teary with tears threatening to fall, she never knew she could sing this beautiful and she sings the along as if she's the composer of the song...

“Mon ange…” “Stop talking now… Stop thinking, Armel… You have me here, right where you wanted me… Just take me…” she whispered as his teeth raked the sensitive cord in her neck, as his hand gripped her buttocks more firmly and jerked her tighter against the length of his member. “I’m yours, Armel… All yours…”

I wanted to argue, but the words got stuck in my throat when he adjusted me higher in his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world. The doors opened, and he walked straight into the building with me still trapped against him.

I was running straight into his arms. Forever.

Until suddenly— A body crashed into mine. Warm. Fragile. Shaking. A pair of arms wrapped tightly around my waist, clinging like I was its last chance to survive. “Please do not leave me .”

I fall asleep in her arms. In pain. But not alone.

He pulled me into his arms. "God help us," he whispered against my skin.

Soon I heard footsteps and I looked up to see an outstretched arm, that brought back memories. “Get lost!” My mum had yelled at 10-year-old me. I had run out of the house under the heavy rain and had cradled myself this same way then, sobbing and I had heard footsteps and heard footsteps, I looked up and saw outstretched arms. Now those outstretched arms from ten years ago were in front of me but this time, I didn’t know whether to take those hands.

My legs felt like jelly. He didn’t say anything, just pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. “It’s okay,” he murmured into my hair. “It’s okay now.” His arms were strong and warm, and for a second, just a brief second, I felt safe. Like maybe, just maybe, we had gotten through this. Stupid me.

I close my eyes, letting the tears spill over as I lean into his touch. He pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear. And I let myself cry.