Safe In The Arms Of Love Novels & Stories

"There is a price for every responsibility that hangs on my shoulders. And I put my life, and the lives of all the people I love on top of all Jacob Im's assets. So you should be grateful for what you didn't get from Jacob. Believe me, all the things that you think are beautiful are actually just a pile of bombs that can explode at any moment and shatter your entire world to smithereens." -00- Calistha closed her eyes peacefully, enjoying the cool sea breeze blowing against her face. At two o'clock in the afternoon Jeju time, they finally arrived safely on the beautiful island without encountering the slightest problems. The mysterious man who Calistha thought would endanger her life and als

He asks, turning me around to face him. “Yes.” I say quietly. “Then trust me that I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t let Anders or Patrick force you into any kind of mate bond. Not that I think either of them will, but if it helps you feel safe, then know that I would never let that happen.”

I laid still in his arms taking in his scent and for the first time in my life, I felt safe. I felt safe in his arms. ______

Loved, desired, worshiped, safe. And I never wanted to let go.

“Woman, I always want to be inside you more than I want anything else in the world. I need to know you’re okay and get you to safety. What did they do to you?” “Please make love to me. We can be quick, I just need a moment of sweetness with you right now. I can’t explain it, but I know we’re safe here, they won’t find us.” She’s right here in my arms, warm, perfect and physically unharmed. Gently lowering her to her feet, I pull off my pants and shirt, lying on my back so she can mount me. I’m not allowing her soft skin to come in contact with the rocky ground or rough walls.

Artem said, making the doctor nod, and I kept silent because this is their task, my job is to follow orders and never distract or contradict them. This is the drill since I was a baby, since my mom was killed, I was taught to listen to orders and follow them when shit like this happens. “No place is safe at the moment, we still don’t know who is a friend and who is a foe. I can trust no one.” Artem mumbled to himself, but the doctor touched his shoulder and put a finger on his lips as he tiptoed to my door, opening it slowly. “Renzo Valentino is your only friend at the moment, his place is a small fortress no one can enter it and no one dares to try. Our mission is getting out of here and go

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 slam on his chest, and he wastes no effort in draping his strong, loving arms around me, soothing me and drawing me more in to bathe in this divine warmth and solace. He said that my arms were the only thing that would make him feel like he is really back home, but I think those words should have come from me and directed to him. In his sweet loving arms, in his sweet soothing embrace, in his touch, I feel like I am in a safe haven. I feel like I am in a place that was really meant for me to dwell in. I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel cared for. His presence is like a divine assurance that I can face and overcome every single curveballs that fate may throw my way. He is like the strength t

Armstrong kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. "You're beautiful," he said softly. "And you deserve so much better than what he gave you." I couldn't speak. I felt unmade and remade all at once. Armstrong pulled me against his chest. The silk sheets were cool against my overheated skin. His heart beat steady under my ear. "Sleep," Armstrong murmured, stroking my hair. "I've got you." And despite everything; the betrayal, the heartbreak, the uncertainty…I felt safe. My eyes drifted closed.

"Get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be brutal." I drift off in his arms. Safe. Protected. Loved. For now, at least. For now.