No Arms Can Ever Hold You Novels & Stories

Perhaps. "I'm Kim Yeojoon. I do not wish to harm you." He lifted both arms in the air in surrender. His breathing was steady despite the threat. He needs to remain calm and poised even in the jaws of danger. "I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you."

They answered in unison. "Good, today we are going to put that knowledge to the test." I extended my right arm forward. "Come forward, you will have to pay close attention to what I am going to do. This is a technique that I have personally developed. It is a way for you guys to never be unarmed, even if you are bound in silver chains with WolfsBane or any other kind of restraints." I stowed the little black box in my pocket and finished tearing the blouse from my arm, leaving it exposed.

Then he lowered her into the dip of his arm, her body fitting into his hold with a natural ease that didn’t need to be taught. His hand supported her effortlessly… Not once did she feel like she might fall. Because she wouldn’t. Not with him.

Like it's part of a different world, one that can't reach us up here. I'm still holding onto him. My arms are locked around his waist, hands gripping his jacket. I can't remember how to let go. He doesn't move. Doesn't try to pull away. Just sits there, letting me hold on as long as I need to. Finally, I don't know how long it takes, my fingers remember how to unclench. I let go and climb off the bike on legs that shake so badly I almost fall. He catches my elbow. Steadies me without a word.

Her legs, still weak from her orgasm, threaten to buckle beneath her, but he supports her, using his own body as an unyielding brace. His hands shoot up, catching her wrists, pinning her arms over her head. Her fingers splay against the wall, palms flat, a desperate, futile attempt to push away, to create a barrier. He holds them there, firm, unyielding, effectively rendering her helpless, exposed. She stares up at him, her eyes wide, her breath catching in her throat, a choked sound escaping her.

"I don’t understand." "I’m jealous, my only." he huffed, "I seem to not want to share you with anyone else." Before I could fully process what was happening, I was being scooped into Armal’s arms and he was using his abilities to escape. My eyes grew wide as I looked over his shoulder at all the people that were watching us. "What are you doing?" I gasped as we began to rise into the sky. "Armal, you can’t!" "But I can," he countered. "And I plan to."

My body was swaying twenty feet up in the air, and I was panting, struggling to hold on as I was too heavy. I looked down and my heart went to my throat at how high I was. My life depended on the strength in my arms, which were practically nonexistent since I had prioritized eating food over trying to be physically stronger. “Let go of me, Carlos!” I shouted. He was holding onto my legs, adding more weight when I was barely able to handle my own. I could feel the sweat drip down my face as I panted, literally holding on for dear life with an ugly bitch hanging onto me.

His breathing came in heavy, ragged waves that gradually slowed. My arms came up and held him there without deciding to. This is the man I came here to use. And I’m holding him like I mean it. Or maybe, I am sincere.

I’m not sure if Brock is still on our tale, but I don’t think he can see if we are holding hands. Still, I don’t say anything, only holding on to him like a lifeline.

I hold my purse as firmly as I could then force myself up the stool. Oh no. I panic as my body falls backwards on its own. I calculated wrongly. Strong arms corners me, holding me up. Normally, when someone stops you from falling, you feel grateful but my saviour’s hands are hugging me tightly. I feel his breath hard on my neck and his arms like a pillar around me. “Thank you.” I mutter, trying to leave his grip and sit my ass back down.