Safe In His Arms Book Novels & Stories

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.

Grayson’s hands traced slow, possessive paths along my back. Here, in his arms, in the heat of our surrender, I felt it completely: safe, claimed, and utterly his.

Emily melted against me with a soft, exhausted breath that brushed warm against my chest. I closed my eyes briefly as I wrapped my arms around her completely. One hand rested protectively against the back of her head, while the other settled securely around her waist. Mine. The thought came instinctively. Not controlling. Not ownership. Just certainty. She belonged with me. Safe with me. Protected by me. I lowered my head and pressed my lips gently against the top of her hair. For the first time in days, she held me back—not weakly. Her arms wrapped around me slowly, carefully, like she needed the contact as much as I did. And when her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, holding onto

he added and then closed his eyes. My heart kept beating long into the night even when his breathing became even and I could tell he was sleeping. I couldn’t do the same. Being in his arms felt different… it felt wrong. How could I feel safe in the arms of the most dangerous man in the city? I could feel at peace in the arms of the man who was the mafia king. How could my heart race for a man that had gotten me as a gift and then kept me here against my will? My head ached as I couldn’t find an answer to the train of confusion that rammed around my head over and over.

I rushed to Prisha and she threw her arms open. The first thing that I noticed was my breasts push into hers. She was taller than me, so her breasts sort of sat on top of mine. Her arms went around my neck, wrapping her me tight. I wrapped my own arms around her waist, pushing my stomach into hers. I looked up into her big brown eyes. I'd never felt more safe than I did right now, in the arms of someone who cared about me. Safe, here in prison. Go figure.

he called but received no answer from her. She seems lost out of the world. Holding her arms with his hands he began to shake her and finally she jolted and looked at him. He expected her to scurry away and find a way to run from him after that scene earlier but to his uttermost surprise, she did nothing like that and even rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly. She felt safe. So safe in his arms. She felt warm and secure and she felt that as long as she was in his arms, no danger shall ever befall her.

She thought, resigning herself to the fact that she was going to land in a heap, more than likely taking a few couples with her. Instead, a pair of warm muscled arms circled April's waist, and she found herself pulled back into a rock hard chest, sending a delicious shiver down her spine; as she turned around to thank her savior, she found herself lost in the palest blue eyes she had ever seen. Hot damn! Suddenly April's heart seemed to speed up, her hands were clammy and she could feel the beginnings of a fully-fledged blush, radiating out from her core, what was happening?

I fell asleep in his arms again this time not drowning, not shaking, but safe.

She tightly clenched his shirts in her little fist and cocooned herself in his safe and protecting arms. She did not why but she felt safe and secure in his arms that now no one could harm her, no one could take her from here. No one could scare her and no one could touch her disgustingly. As long as he was with her, she was safe. He wrapped his arms around her petite figure and started caressing her back in smoothening manner but he did not stop her from crying, he let her pour her heart out so that she could feel free from this burden.

The books lied about it only hurting. “I feel like something’s going to come out,” she said in a panic. “Just let it go,” he said in a deep voice. “I’m close too.” “Ah, ah, ah,” her moans escalated as he thrusted faster and deeper into her. She tightly clenched her fists together. “Don’t do that,” he said. “Just wrap your arms around me.” She didn’t have to be told twice. She wrapped her arms around his and scratched his back, riding on the pleasure that he was giving her. She felt safe in his arms, and she couldn't help but smile when Vaughn held her tightly too.