Novel & Cerita Safe In His Arms Book

If he moves that hand one more time, he'd be touching her lace bra. "Banks...stop" she shivered, but no sign of stopping came from him. She was about to scream when she remembered something suddenly... "Red!" She gasped, and his hand movement stopped. "It's the safe word, right? Red" she repeated, and he brought his hand out finally. He stepped out of the tub, and she released all the breaths she has been holding. "Good girl" he smiled darkly, stroking her hair before starting to walk out.

He kneels in front of me, his hands bracketing mine. “You won’t be.” His voice is low, steady, a vow. “Not by me.” The Softening The tears spill before I can stop them. I bury my face in my hands, shoulders shaking. And then he’s there. Pulling me into his arms, holding me against his chest. His hand strokes my hair, his other arm anchoring me to him like I’m something fragile but precious. “You’re safe,” he whispers into my hair. “With me, you’re safe.”

My legs felt like jelly. He didn’t say anything, just pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. “It’s okay,” he murmured into my hair. “It’s okay now.” His arms were strong and warm, and for a second, just a brief second, I felt safe. Like maybe, just maybe, we had gotten through this. Stupid me.

A car, unable to stop in time, crashed into the two of them. I froze in shock. The driver jumped out of the car, furious and shouting in the middle of the street. My first instinct was to call Douglas. I dialed his number quickly. At the hotel, Douglas answered the phone and, without bothering to put on a shirt, rushed outside to the scene. When he saw what had happened, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. "Ross… he saved me," I whispered, my heart pounding in disbelief. Douglas held me tighter as we rushed to Ross's side.

My body presses against the heat of his, caught between fear and something far more dangerous. Because in his arms, I feel...comfort... I feel... safe... And that fears me more than anything ever could.

Alexander wrapped his arms around my body and held me there until I eventually fell asleep. I felt safe and the safest I had ever felt in my entire life in his arms.

She kept looking for a long time and he too kept looking at her. "Ready?" He asked her. She smiled. "Yes." He took her in her arms. She felt small and weightless in his big arms like she always does. She, in turn, felt safe again. She closed her eyes and smiled, she was back in his arms, her safe haven. Away from her mother, away from power and fame and away from everything that does not matter. The only thing that matters was her, there in his big arms, feeling secure and safe. "Are you ready?" He asked her again.

Her hands fisted into his shirt as if he might vanish if she loosened her grip. His arms tightened around her instantly, possessive without being rough, protective without being loud. One hand pressed flat between her shoulder blades, the other sliding up and down her back in slow, grounding strokes. “You’re safe,” he said quietly. “I didn’t leave.” His voice was low and steady, not loud enough to startle her, not soft enough to sound uncertain. It was the kind of voice that did not ask to be believed. It simply was. She froze for a heartbeat inside his arms, as if her body needed proof before it accepted the words.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, lowering herself so that her head rested under his chin. She felt a smile creep over her lips and the load in her chest lightened. She didn’t know why but she knew for certain she would always be safe where she was. In Reno’s strong arms, she would get the strength she needed to rebuild herself to the person she used to be before the nightmares made her feel defenseless again. And maybe, just maybe, in his arms she’d also find the one thing she coveted.

“My perfect boy. Took everything I gave you.” I whimpered softly, nuzzling into his neck, feeling his cum slowly leaking out of me. My body was boneless, wrecked, utterly his. The storm continued outside, but in his arms, I felt safe in the most dangerous way possible. And I already knew I’d beg for it all over again tomorrow.