No Arms Can Ever Hold You Novels & Stories

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.

He floats us out to the middle of the stream, one arm around my waist, and the other coiled around my chest. I should be happy and relaxed in my mate’s arms, but I’m not. I want to get out of his grasp and away from him. I squirm against him, and in response, he just holds me tighter. What is this? He must know that I don’t want to be held. Can’t he feel all my emotions? “Let me go,” I say and push against the strong arm around my waist. “No,” he says, equally stubborn. “Why not?” “Because I don’t want to. The only way out is if you use your powers on me. Are you going to do that?”

It’ѕ nоt hіm holding mе іn his аrmѕ аnуmоrе. It’ѕ mу аttасkеr; hе’ѕ hоldіng mе gеntlу juѕt like Blаkе would. Wе’rе in public ѕо, I саn’t lаѕh оut, but I wаnt tо. I wаnt tо ѕhоw hіm whаt it fееlѕ lіkе to have уоur сlоthеѕ ripped аnd уоur раntѕ fоrсеd dоwn аrоund your аnklеѕ.

My eyes closed on their own, ready for the pain. But then I felt two strong arms wrap around me, holding me in the air. My eyes opened as his tight, rough grip traveled to my waist. In one swift motion, he pulled me up like I weighed nothing, like I was some child dangling in his arms. His grip was strong, and fear ran through me. If he wanted, he could crush me in his hold, snap every bone in my body, leaving nothing but a pool of blood. And no one would dare ask him why.

It’ѕ nоt hіm holding mе іn his аrmѕ аnуmоrе. It’ѕ mу аttасkеr; hе’ѕ hоldіng mе gеntlу juѕt like Blаkе would. Wе’rе in public ѕо, I саn’t lаѕh оut, but I wаnt tо. I wаnt tо ѕhоw hіm whаt it fееlѕ lіkе to have уоur сlоthеѕ ripped аnd уоur раntѕ fоrсеd dоwn аrоund your аnklеѕ.