Safe In His Arms Book Novels & Stories

Wait, why was I even thinking in this direction? “ What? Are you afraid we'll go for another heated round?” He chuckled. “ Just stay still and don't touch me in an arousing manner and you'll be safe,” he stated and I listened. He never made empty threats and he always kept his promises. “ Just try and sleep for a little bit,” he whispered into my ears as he wrapped me in his arms properly. A reassuring feeling spread through my body and I felt... Safe. I placed my hands on his interlocked hands which lay on my belly as I closed my eyes and let myself feel safe in his arms.

I felt sleepy and I shifted in his arms, he moved me back in place and as he walked out of the restaurant, the cold air seeped within the skin of my exposed arms but it didn't matter as I was warm and safe in his arms. I felt safe in the arms of a stranger. My big grumpy stranger....

I laid still in his arms taking in his scent and for the first time in my life, I felt safe. I felt safe in his arms. ______

I fell asleep in his arms. Safe. Owned. Loved.

And for the first time in my life I actually felt wanted I actually felt loved and safe in him. And I wrapped my arms around his strong body happy to see him. I was safe in his arms and that's where I wanted to stay...

If anything, it made me snuggle closer into him as if I could enter into him. His big muscled arms enveloped me, and I've never felt so safe in someone's arms like I felt with him. His masculine scent intoxicated me, and his cologne was so good it tingled my senses. I know I shouldn't trust him. I know I shouldn't trust anyone even when they give you all the food you've dreamt of eating, let you rest, watch over you like a baby and hold you in their arms while you cry. But I can't help but feel safe with him. Even though I could barely see from my tears when I called, I didn't miss the way his fists clenched, and his face morphed into anger. His sharp jaw twitched, and I could tell he was s

“You seem to have done exactly that.” “But we are not the same person, and I have confidence in you,” he replied. “That?” “That you will let go and feel better. I’ll be here to watch it happen.” “Again, so sure,” I mumbled, turning away but ensuring I leaned back against him. I couldn’t explain it, but lying there in his arms, feeling him caress my skin… I had never felt safer. I closed my eyes, knowing I could without fearing that something might jump out at me in the middle of the night or that I would wake up to fire burning everything down.

Because I was in his arms. And for the first time in months, I felt safe.

His soft reply came, dropping to his knees and scooping me into his arms. The warm tingles from his touch were welcoming, and I felt my body react to him. I clung to his shirt, curling into him, the fear of what could have happened swirling around me. Despite his calm, comforting exterior, his heart was racing, and I knew he had been worried. Worried about me. I closed my eyes, feeling the tears I didn’t know I had started streaming down my cheeks. "You’re safe, kitten." I was safe, safe in his arms. This was my home, my safe place.

Eventually we both fell asleep with one another, it felt amazing to be wrapped in his arms, the warmth of his body pressing into my back, I felt so safe with him, like nothing bad could touch me so long as I had him close by. That's when the nightmare came, showing me that I may feel safe in his arms while awake, but asleep, that was another story entirely.