Safe In His Arms Book Novels & Stories

His nose was buried in my hair, and his chest was rising and falling against my back in a slow rhythm. I should have moved. I should have peeled myself away, like I initially wanted to, but I didn’t. Because instead of shame or embarrassment, I felt... safe and warm in his arms. Secure in a way I haven't felt in a very long time. It was weird and morally wrong, still, I wanted those protective arms to stay wrapped around my chest. To hold me tight. To hold me together.

"When Claire told me those things... I let my fear rewrite everything we'd built in the penthouse. I wanted to believe you were the monster, because if you were a monster, it meant my heart wasn't actually in danger." ​"Your heart is the safest thing in this city, Vennessa" He tightened his grip on her hand, his thumb tracing the soft skin of her wrist right next to her watch. "I spent eight years trying to convince myself that staying cold was the only way to protect myself from you. But the truth is, I don't want to be protected anymore. If burning my empire down is what it takes to keep you, I'll light the match myself." ​ ​The slow, melancholic melody drifted through the room, its soft n

"Phoebe…" I ran to him, throwing myself into his arms. My whole body shook uncontrollably. "It’s okay, it’s okay," he murmured, his arms tightening around me. I gripped his shirt, pressing my face into his chest. "H-He was in here…he…he was going to…" "I know. I got you." His voice was low, steady. "You’re safe now." Tears burned my eyes. I couldn’t stop shaking. "Shh," he whispered, rubbing my back. "I’m here. I’m not going anywhere."

I took them all then I mumbled a thank you. “Going just like that?” He asked. “Yes?” I replied. “I don't think so” he murmured and with that..he carried me in a bridal style. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and my upper body. His scent filled my nose and I could feel him looking at me. “W-What!” I screamed. “Let me go” “If you scream too much then you might wake everyone” he whispered, his lips curve up into a genuine smile.

When I pulled away, he seemed less scared and more surprised, but still wrecked. “You’re safe,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around him. “You’re safe. You’re home.” I tried to hold him as tightly as possible with my injured arm, but he was just so…huge and solid. My small frame melted into his. “You’re safe,” I repeated, kissing his bare shoulder.

Looking into his eyes, they were filled with a mixture of pain and conflict, he looked at a loss for words. “Let go” I said, realizing his hands were still on me, but he didn’t move his hand one bit. “I said let go Zane” I repeated myself, and began pounding my fists on his body, but it was a futile attempt since he was far stronger than me. Suddenly he pulled me into his embrace, and the familiar scent of sandalwood and tobacco enveloped me. The scent that once used to be my comfort in every problem. I hadn’t even realized tears were rolling down my face, as he tapped my back slowly.

He placed both hands on my arms. “Listen to me. You don’t have to understand everything right now. You just need to trust me.” His thumb rubbed my arm slowly. “I will protect you. I will keep you safe. No one will harm you again. Not Ryan. Not your parents. Not the man who wants you.” I stared at him. His face was close....too close. But I didn’t step back. His words wrapped around me like chains and comfort all at once. I would be safe with him.

Good. Jeremiah rushed to me then. His bloody arms wrapped around my shaking body, and I didn’t care about the bloodstains on his hands and body as I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his chest, inhaling his familiar, safe scent that I had been craving since. “I got you, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with leftover rage and relief. “You are safe now. I told you I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.”

I rub my eyes with the back of my palms, wiping off the eyelids with my fingers. I peel them open, blinking a couple of times to adjust my eyesight to the brightness of the early morning. It's brightly beautiful. The empty glasses of Champaign still lay where we left them, my bouquet of roses smiling at me, and I smiled back at them. I am tightly wrapped in Deep's strong and loving arms, my back on his gorgeous front. His hold on me is so tight like he wants us to be like this forever. Like he will never let go. I shift a little in an attempt to turn and face him, but his arms tighten further, pulling me closer and pressing us together. I would love to see his handsome face right now, but I

I step away quickly, slipping on the edge of the raised altar. Next thing I know, I'm slammed against a hard, warm chest. Strong arms grip my waist…really tightly. My heart beat accelerates. My breath is literally coming out in puffs now. I close my eyes for a second, relishing the strange feeling of safety that being in this man's strong arms evokes within me. My ears attune to the thundering beats of his heart. It is almost…soothing. Scary as fuck, strange, mind numbing…but soothing. For a moment, I forget that we're in a room full of armed men, my Dad inclusive.