Novel & Cerita The Scent Of Peace For Him

Because I knew soon enough, peace would be the last thing any of us had. Azriel hummed again, resting his forehead against my chest as he inhaled deeply, breathing in my scent as it calmed him from whatever storm he had dealt with earlier. I smiled again, unable to help it, staring at him with so much love. ******

Just like me, and maybe I was not finding happiness all this time, I was looking for peace in the middle of the chaos, how foolish… That scent, I can sniff him, I opened my eyes abruptly, 1 step, 2 step, 3 step and I turned, my legs running to follow it. 15 steps but I still can’t find it, the scent, its fading, 30 steps and I can only sense a hint of it. “Phoenix…” I whispered under my breath; I know he’s here. And I know he heard me, my heart pounded, a slow pound, a rough pound, and it’s growing impatient. I gasped and the scent grew stronger.

He held her to him and soothed her back with soft nice pats and drawing circles on her back. He laid his head in the crook of her shoulder and inhaled her in. This was the smell that soothed his troubles and his heart. This smell was home for him. He had come to associate serenity and peace with this smell. Whenever he was troubled and he would come and hold her like this and his nostrils would smell her, his heart would go back to its place with peace. He smiled when he realised that within the few weeks that they had known each other, he had come to rely on her emotionally. He felt peaceful and knew that he had made the right call by falling for her.

Whoever it was, I was supposed to be waiting for them to find me. Him. I thought. I was sure that it was a man I was waiting for. Familiar. Warm. Comforting. Whiskey. Whiskey and black coffee. Books and something bright like citrus—bergamot? It was more of a scent than a taste, so I didn’t think it was lemon or lime. Those felt too young, too… immature. I didn’t know how to describe it. My nose twitched. The memory of these scents, the way they were altogether set a deep sense of peace and comfort in me.

There’s only so long I can handle scenting Jacob and Alexander without being near them. Their scent is like a drug—one no human substance has ever come close to. It brings me a peace, a warmth, a sense of rightness that I’ve been chasing for months. So I ask Devin and Arya to call him. To bring him to me. And Goddess, as soon as he gets close, I feel it. That scent wraps around me, settles in my bones, and makes it easier to breathe.

The night I had spent without her next to me, I had been plagued by so many of them, I had woken up restless and filled with a sense of doom. Her scent was intoxicating - like spring rain, wildflowers, and rainbows. It was as refreshing as it was addicting. I rubbed my nose against her shoulders, pinning her beneath me, dragging more of her scent into my lungs. The voices in my head grew silent, and all the tension in my body melted away, leaving me in a state of calm.

I held onto him tightly, seeking solace in his presence. “I am right here, no one is going to hurt you I promise” he assured me, as he held me tightly. I pressed my face against his chest, inhaling deeply, taking in the familiar scent that brought me a sense of calm. It was a mixture of his cologne and the natural scent of his skin, a combination that was uniquely him. At that moment, his scent became my anchor. With each breath, I felt the traces of fear dissipate, replaced by a deep sense of security. His embrace was a shield, protecting me from the darkness that had threatened to consume me. It was almost like In his arms, I found peace and strength.

She wanted more and more of him. “Can... Can I hug you?” She asked. Caleb chuckled. “Yes.” Then he spread his arms and she pushed herself into his hard chest, getting more of his scent. Lily took her time to breathe him in. He smelled like heaven would. He was peaceful. He gave her that kind of peace that she needed. Like a worker after a long day meeting it soft bed. That was what Lily was feeling and she loved it and wished it would never stop.

The tension in my muscles began to dissipate, replaced by a sensation of peace and contentment. He kissed the top of my head, and I snuggled even more into his embrace. His scent enveloped me, a mixture of wet skin, soap and his own masculine and unmistakable aroma. It was a scent that I now associated with safety, with passion, and with a strange sensation of home. There were no words, just the quietness filled with each other's presence. It was as if the world out there, with its questions and uncertainties, had disappeared, and all that remained was that moment, that embrace, and the certainty that, there, I was exactly where I should be.

Things were so very confusing for his maid. He remembered talking to his mother. Certainly all a dream of a near-death experience. He now had no pain. He felt tired, but warm and comfortable, and although he could smell the disinfectant, and hear the annoying noise of the machines, the smell that was in the air made him smile. His mouth salivated at the delicious scent that filled his nostrils. The aphrodisiac scent of cedar oil and mint tea leaves and the sensual scent of jasmine flowers and amber were very sensual. For a second, he thought they had scented his bed, but the scent wasn't coming from the bed, it was in the air.