The Scent Of Peace For Him Novels & Stories

Of just feeling him. Still, he didn’t move. So I rested my face on his back, inhaling that intoxicating smell that always seemed to live in his skin. Something musky, calming, warm. And there, just like that, I felt peace. “Did you fall asleep?” he murmured softly. “I could be...” I smiled at his back.

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.

“Get me out of here. Please.” Darius didn’t hesitate and without a word, he scooped me up in his strong arms, holding me close to his chest. The moment his scent hit me—warm, woodsy, familiar—something in me began to unravel. I breathed him in deeply, letting the tension slowly melt away. His scent calmed the storm raging inside me, grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected.

He wanted her to come to him, to see the realization dawn in her eyes. As the minutes ticked by, the tension grew. Solas could feel his magic thrumming beneath his skin, the power eager to be unleashed. He was like a coiled spring, ready to snap. And then, he caught a whiff of her scent—a mouthwatering fragrance that made his blood race. It was a perfect blend of earthy, flowery notes with the sweet essence of the moon. It was intoxicating, unlike anything he had ever experienced.

"Hurry up, I'll only say this once. But this room smells good, doesn't it?" "Grandfather!!!" Clause Chen was holding his head down, it was too careless. Should have realized sooner, this room is inherently unusual. Damn it, he even used scented candles this time, the whole room was filled with the smell of it. Funny, I don't know what kind of poison it got involved with, it seems that it is still for the body to adapt but it is also inhaled overnight. Now I have symptoms, so I don't know if it's luck or bad luck. This rotten body makes it so bad to cry and laugh from time to time.

I have never been so weak that I could not move. His scent is getting more and more enchanting. I close my eyes and focus on his scent. I then feel as my body becomes more relaxed just by his scent. My pain begins to ease, and I am able to breathe better. I kept my eyes closed so I could focus. I then hear someone say, “it's okay, you can open your eyes.”

He inhaled her fragrance and exhaled. He felt at peace as he held her. It was weird but it felt like every part of him that had been aching finally found a place to rest. Aria is his peace.

Jefferson couldn't understand how this place could bring back good memories he wanted to cherish and the annoying ones he tried to forget at the same time. Jefferson sat in that spot; he put the gun beside him and curled up, hugging himself. He then glanced down the hall before him, ensuring no one was following him. Jefferson closed his eyes at the same time as he heard gunfire that sounded far away, probably on the other side of the market. But if that pervert hadn't brought him here, maybe now Jefferson didn't know where to go. He might be feeling uneasy somewhere else; it was because of that pervert that Jefferson could find peace in the midst of this tense atmosphere.

He whispers, caressing my hair. I close my eyes in relief. I can feel it. I can feel him. His warmth as well as his anguish. I can smell his wonderful, expensive scent, unique to him and him alone. My heart flutters in exhilaration before finally settling back to a calm rhythm as I release the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding in. He’s here. He’s really with me and I close my eyes to savor it, feeling the ugly and toxic tension slowly seeping away. “Okay,” I mumble, not really knowing what to say.

His spicy, musky scent drifted in to my nostrils the enchanting aroma of Aspen's presence. He was here. And just like that, everything went dark and I welcomed the peace.