Safe In His Arms Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had stood in that room and done nothing while I was made to kneel in front of strangers. But his arms were warm. My wolf my made a sound inside me that wasn't a growl - it was something gentler than that. Something that recognised safety. It was something that had been desperate for safety since long before tonight. I felt safe in his arms. I pressed my face against his chest and I cried. His hand came up to the back of my head. He held me like something he didn't want to break. "I've got you," he said quietly. "It's over. You're out of there."

I whisper under my breath, and he bounces, before bringing me against his chest; one hand resting on the small of my back, while the other press my head against his chest. I sniffle, and wrap my arms around his waist, burying my face in his embrace with the echoes of my heart pounding against my chest loud in my ears. It's gone. The thoughts are gone. I'm no longer thinking of what's happened. All my thoughts are on one man, the man before me, and how safe I feel in his arms. All my thoughts are on Sinclair, and I'll never have it any other way. I'm safe now. I'm home.

After a while he nodded softly at me. "I'll throw him out of here." He replied that I was reassured. I bent down with my fingers playing with each other. Gradually my shivering disappeared. I looked at his hands on either side of me. I seem to be confined. But instead of feeling anxious my breathing calmed down. Why does it feels .. so safe between his arms? I feel like nothing can hurt me anymore. His arms has it's thing that makes me feel that nothing's gonna go wrong as long as it holds me.

His muscular arms enveloped my body tightly making it difficult for me to even move an inch. " Stay put. You don't wanna disturb Ava." he said and I became still. He pressed my head to his hard chest and I squealed out again. After endless squealing, cursing and flinching, I fell asleep in his arms. I don't but I felt so safe in his arms, my mind was telling me that I should get up, he's your enemy! But I just ignored the little voice and squeezed him tightly as I drifted into slumber.

I don’t even mind or question where he is taking me, I shut out the outside world and let myself be scooped up in his arms. I let myself listen to his heartbeat and believe he was out here looking for me, and he found me. and now I am safe in his arms. I don’t dare think about anything else, I let myself believe in this fairytale until I am strong again. Until I am me again, whole.

My hope wasn’t in vain. He rushes to me, and his hands work quickly to untie the ropes around my wrists. The moment I am free, he pulls me into his arms, holding me so tightly I can barely breathe. “I was so scared, James,” I cried, clutching him as if he is the only thing keeping me together. “I’m here... I’ve got you... you’re safe now, baby.” He kisses my hair, caressing me reassuringly. In his arms, I feel safe.

My hands clutched weakly at his shirt. “I’m scared,” I whispered, voice shaking. “I don’t feel safe anymore.” His arms tightened around me instantly. “You are safe,” he said firmly. “Not here. Not with them. Not while I’m alive.” I cried silently against his chest, the tension in my body slowly breaking apart in pieces I didn’t know I was holding together. For a moment, he didn’t let go. Just held me. Like I was something fragile. Something he couldn’t afford to lose.

I asked with all the strength I had left. The fatigue didn’t seem to kick in until he had me in his arms. Not that I was complaining. I actually liked this. I felt protected in his arms, safe. Safer than I have ever been. Which is a little weird, considering I have felt nothing but safe and at home all my life. It was different with him. everything felt better when he had a hand in it. “In a few hours, yes.” He looks down at me. His eyes are unbelievably soft.

KEILAH “I stood frozen, disbelief etched into every fibre of my being as his warm embrace enveloped me. My heart, previously a frantic drummer in a panic, now orchestrated a softer, steadier rhythm. It was an unfamiliar sensation—a shift from terror to an inexplicable calmness. Despite the knowledge of his formidable abilities, his arms felt like a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos that raged outside. In that moment, surrounded by his embrace, I marvelled at the unexpected twist in our encounter. Fear, once an unrelenting captor, now surrendered to an overwhelming sense of solace and protection. His arms, like an impenetrable fortress, shielded me from the harshness of the world. As I nestl

I sucked in a shaky breath, but my body was trembling against him. His scent and strong arms wrapped around me. Giving me the comfort I needed. I gasped but was still half in my nightmare, still caught in the ghosts of the past. “Breathe,” he murmured. “You’re safe.” Safe? I thought as I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t know if I believed that. But right now, with his arms holding me together. I believed that even if just for a moment.