Safe In His Arms Book Novels & Stories

His cum was dripping down my thighs, but he had no intentions of getting out of me. I was tired and couldn’t keep up with him. So I closed my eyes and went off to sleep. I must have slept deeply because I remember he had pulled me to his chest. I had curled up on him without a care in the world, because I felt safe in his arms. How ironic? I felt safe in the arms of the worst predator on the earth. --- Dane POV

Security. She circled the bed and plopped down beside me. As I turned away from her, ashamed of my thoughts and the fact that she had seen me in this state, I felt her arms slide around my waist. Her face was nuzzling my neck as she held me tight. She made me feel safe with just a simple gesture such as telling me that I was alright or coming after me no matter how many times I pushed her away. In her arms I sensed the sort of safety that I longed for, but never thought would reach.

I leaned forward, resting my head softly against his chest, against the warmth of him, and let out a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “But right now,” I whispered, “here in your arms... I feel safe. Safer than I’ve ever been. And there’s no wolf coming to take me away.” His arms wrapped around me instantly, holding me like I was something fragile, something worth protecting. And for the first time in a long time, I believed I was. I closed my eyes, sinking into the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and in that moment, I let myself breathe. Follow me on I,. g authormiragreen

New scars mapped his knuckles and throat. There were hollows under his eyes deep enough to drown in. His curls were longer, threaded with premature silver that caught the low light like frost. He looked thirty-five going on a thousand, like a man who had won every war he ever fought and lost every single peace. “You’re safe here,” he said, voice rough from disuse. I laughed. The sound cracked in my throat like thin ice. “Safe is a children’s story, Aleksandr. We stopped believing in those a long time ago.”

My body ten‌s⁠es in surprise before meltin‌g into him. I know I am not big, but‍ in his arms I feel smalle‍r than ever and enclosed⁠.‍ It like I a⁠m‌ sitting i‌nside a storm a‍nd a shelter a‌t the same time. Danger and safet‌y tangled into one and I hate‍ h⁠ow mu‌ch I c‍rave i‌t.⁠ His fingers trail lightly alon‍g m‌y arm, and warmth spreads through me, low and dangerous. A slow⁠ fire I⁠ do not know‌ how to co‌ntrol.

I smiled, caressing his tensed arm that wrapped around me. "I'm just… tired." His gaze darkened with suspicion, but he didn’t push. Instead, he let out a slow exhale and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest. His warmth wrapped around me, steady and grounding, like the only safe harbor in a raging storm. “You’re safe now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my hair. “Whatever happened out there, whatever demons you’re carrying, they can’t reach you here.” I closed my eyes, pressing my cheek against the steady rise and fall of his chest. His heartbeat was strong, unshaken, a rhythm that could lull me into believing his words.

It is lengthy, however not long enough so I can move appropriately. His hands leave my moving feet and wound around my abdomen, pulling me down with more speed than expected. I land with a conclusive crash, however oddly safe. Glancing around, I understand that I am caught inside his arms, with no chance to get out. "Let me go," I say apprehensively, attempting to keep my becoming flushed cheeks from getting much more splendid in variety. My contemplations normally meandered to the strength of his arms, and the glow that exudes from his middle. The security I feel in his arms is both simple and perturbs me.

As my eyes fluttered closed, his fingers brushed through my hair once, slow and careful, like he was memorizing the moment. “You’re safe,” he murmured. And for the first time since my world had been turned inside out, I believed it. I fell asleep in his arms, no disguise, no fear—just the quiet certainty that whatever came next, I wouldn’t face it alone.

"And no one—nothing—will ever take you from me." His words ought to have disturbed me. Should have driven me away. But instead, heat spread through my chest. Because somehow, despite all of this—despite his darkness, his power, the danger that clung to him like a shadow—I felt safe in his arms. Safer than I had been in a long, long time. I shut my eyes, letting myself drop into the heat of his being, into the strength of his grip. I should have been afraid. I should have asked myself what he was actually saying, what he actually needed.

🌹 Aurora 🌹 The safehouse was eerily quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air filtration system and the occasional shifting of others as they tried to get some rest. But for me, there was only the steady beat of my heart, and the gentle press of Damien’s fingers against my skin. The world outside was chaotic, unpredictable, and relentless. But in this room, in his arms, there was a fragile sense of peace—a peace I didn’t dare question, afraid it might disappear if I acknowledged it too loudly.