No Arms Can Ever Hold You Novels & Stories

He eventually managed to zip me up and said. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he pulled me up from the sofa. "What? You don't have your own, little sloth?" he asked. "Nope." I shook my head, which made my head even dizzier. He pressed me into his arms and said, "It gives me a fucking brilliant idea. If I cut off your feet, you wouldn't go anywhere." "Or you can let me hold you like this all the time, so I won't go anywhere else." I pressed my face against his shoulder and stroked his neck with my head.

My state was terrible and the fact I had no strength to even pick up a glass of water made me feel more helpless. While my mind kept fighting with my insides. I kept forcing myself to flip out of the bed but an arm was obstructing me to do so. That arm which was strongly giant enough to hold me tight in my current place. The adrenaline kicked in my system. I was left for wiggling in his hold. Fuck me, he was holding me so firmly. “Arghh,” I used both of my hands to unbuckle it but to my luck, no use.

“Relax. I said I can handle it, didn’t I?” Austin studied me again, longer this time, like he was trying to figure out where that certainty was coming from. Fearing that he was starting to get suspicious, I smiled and reached out to cup his cheek. “I’ll be fine, babe. If anything goes wrong, I’ll tell you right away.” His expression softened the moment my hand touched his skin, the tension in his features easing just a little. “You promise?” he asked quietly, leaning ever so slightly into my touch. “Yeah, I promise.”

My hand flew to my stomach immediately. No—my baby— I braced for the impact. For the pain. For the crash. But it never came. Because he caught me. Strong arms wrapped around me before I could hit the ground. Firm. Secure. Unyielding. Like he would rather break than let me fall. My breath hitched. Everything stilled. His hand was at my waist, steadying me. The other, gripping my arm just enough to hold me upright. Careful. Controlled.

The version that hadn’t been taking care of himself because the person he wanted to take care of was two hundred miles away and all he could do was call her mother and ask about breakfast. He caught me. The way he always caught me – instinctive, immediate, his arms locking around my waist with the barricade grip I knew so well. The one that said I’m holding this and I’m not letting go and if you try to leave I will hold harder because everyone leaves but not this time, not you, please not you.

I had gripped his arm with both hands like it was the only solid thing in the world. He had not moved. Not flinched, not pulled back, not said anything. He had stood completely still while I held on and watched the car hit the barrier and kept holding on for two seconds after it was clearly fine. I looked at the track. He looked at my hands. I became aware that I was looking at the track very hard, with the focused attention of someone who was absolutely not thinking about the fact that they had just gripped a man's forearm with both hands in public and he had not moved his arm away.

Just maybe. Just as I start to feel a small dose of hope my other hand slips bringing me crashing back to reality. Christian still has a hold of me but now he has my full weight and I'm not a small girl. "Wrap your arms around my neck, legs around my waist!" Is he serious? There's no way he can hold us both. "No, Christian. I Can't. It's ok. Just let me go!" He needs to save himself for his Children's sake.

Nathan grabbed my arm as a woman walked past, holding a bag that must've been filled to capacity with groceries. "I told you to be careful." He murmured, shaking his head in disapproval. "I can carry more bags for you." "No, you won't." I retorted, refusing to allow him to use my body weight to compensate for my lack of arms. Nathan had been doing that for as long as we'd known each other, it wasn't fair of me to expect that to change just because I didn't need my arms anymore.

I yelled out. "It will be my pleasure to do that, sounds great," he said, stepping closer to me. He grabbed by the arm, scooping me into his arms like I weighed nothing. I yelped loudly as he sat on one of the plus seats and tossed me over his laps. I tried pushing him off, but he was way to stronger than me. He raised his hands higher in the air threatingly. "Please don't." I begged. "Tsk..tsk.... Are you really begging ?" he asked taping my butt.

Living without her was no longer an option. His massive scales coiled in on themselves as Adrastus placed the SUV on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he was human again, clad only in his leathers as he wrenched the door off it's hinges, coming face to face with a wolf glaring balefully at him,while he held Aprils head gently on his lap, puffing out his chest. '' If you hurt her dragon I will rip your stomach out through your throat even if it's my last living act on Earth.'' Todd warned as they faced each other in the small confines, neither man conceding an inch to the other. A small hand struggled to reach Adrastus, breaking the tension as he recognised who it belonged to.