Loving You And Holding Her Novels & Stories

she whispered, tears burning her eyes. He didn’t hesitate this time. His hand reached for hers, steady and certain, his grip strong but tender, like he was holding not just her hand but her fear, her doubts, her entire fractured self. “You do,” he said with a conviction that left no room for disbelief. “Because love isn’t about fear. It’s about holding on, even when everything else is pulling you apart.”

‘I have to protect you from him,’ I hold her as she sobs uncontrollably. ‘You won’t have to, you’ll see. He loves us.’ I hear the door open and smell flowers, but only a hint of rain. I stand defensively; Imagyn’s arms move around my waist, hugging me tightly to keep me from advancing. ‘Don’t move. Just stay here with me, my love.’ I would never leave her, not like he did. I would never hurt her like that. I hold on to her as her touch soothes me. ‘I’m here, my love.’

Luciens's Pov I held her in my hands and I just couldn't contain the feeling. The rush of energy I felt inside and the lightness in my head. Her body was soft and her motion was gentle. I held her close and she sighed quietly; her soft moans driving me crazy as we held each other. I didn't know I could feel this way. And I didn't know I could feel so in love. The state I was in wasn't one of lust or to have her in bed. I held her in my arms now and the only thing I wanted was to have her there. The only thing I wanted was to hold her close and hold her forever…

I did the same and positioned my cock. "You wet?" I hold it and I scoop her breast with my other hand, and I started massaging her clit with my other free hand. I rub my cock on her pussy as she hums. I pull her ass up. I slid my cock when it was fully lubricated, and I started trusting. Why can’t I hold myself around her? This never happened before. I mean, I can still hold a little from my first love. But this is different. She’s adorable and everything. I want to always have her.

Her hair is getting soaked in sweat, a strap of her dress has fallen down to her shoulder, and she looks incredibly gorgeous right now, completely lost in the moment. With one final spin, just as the song changes to Mabel's ‘Mad Love’, she hugs me, breathing heavily as she tries to steady herself. We don't keep dancing; we just stay still, holding each other, and my heart is racing fast against hers. I lean down, my face next to her shoulder, breathing her in. It feels strangely intimate to hold her this way, like she's the only thing in the world that matters right now. I don't want to let go.

That was the only way to keep her from finding out anything, at least for now. “I fucking love you” i told her again but she didn’t say anything, she just held onto me like she didn’t want to leave me.

“When you love someone, you let them go.” “That’s a stupid quote,” she hisses out. I agree. I don’t want to let her go but we have fallen so far apart it feels like we are strangers who hurt each other at every turn. “Baby, when you love someone, you hold onto them. You sing with them. You cuddle. You duet. You kiss them. You watch silly YuuTube skits with them. You never let them go. Except you are tired, Cal.” “I am.”

She is mine. I reach up, take hold of her hand and in one swift move, pull her around me until she falls right into my lap. “I could never reject you. For the love of the God’s woman, can’t you feel what I feel? Don’t you know how crazy being apart from you makes me?” I hold her close with one arm, her chest heaves with her rapid breaths. Her head fits perfectly in my palm, the curves and dips of her body mould perfectly into my own, and her wide blue eyes swallow me whole.

I didn’t want to let go. “Just… be careful, okay? I’ll come back with help. Just hold on.” “I will, sis. I love you. We’ll see each other again soon.” I held her for a few more seconds, not ready to let go—trying to soak in the warmth of her presence just a little longer.

Vincent said, his voice soft but filled with a deep, unwavering conviction. He didn’t hesitate, pulling her closer, as if wanting to make sure she understood the weight of his words. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly, as if he never wanted to let her go. Isla could feel the sincerity of his love in every fiber of his being. The moment was heavy with emotion, and she could feel her pulse quickening in response to his proximity, his warmth, and the intensity of his gaze. It was like he had poured all his feelings into that one simple declaration, and Isla was left breathless from the sheer force of it.