The Scent Of Peace For Him Novels & Stories

It’s shame and even confusion. It’s peace. And that terrifies me. His scent is everywhere, on the pillow, in my hair, in my lungs. Spiced citrus and cedar. Leather and sin. The kind of smell that roots itself your ribcage and never lets go. It’s lethargic. My body remembers him, even if I don’t want it to. His arm is still slung around my waist. His palm resting over my hip and for a second, I don’t move. Because I still don’t know if it’s a dream or not.

I can’t fight it. Bringing his forehead to mine, he places us together so his breath fans my face, impulsively, I close my eyes and inhale his scent. Our connection only drives home that we are meant to be like this. It’s familiar, safe, and home… Where skin touches, amazing things happen and the energy which sizzles between us is incomparable. Lighting my body on fire and I burn to be completely joined to him, aching with need that makes my legs turn weak. For the first time since this began, I’m at peace instantly, and every pain and torment, all the confusion I’ve been through, quiets to absolutely nothing. Just him and I, and a sharing of every feeling. Highlighting the peace we can find

His every touch and word brought a feeling of warmth and serenity within me. Apparently, he heard me groan earlier. Perhaps, the voice I heard earlier was his voice calling my name. Maybe he was the one who had been trying to bring me back from that strange and scary dream. I tightened my hug. Her scent was sweet, like dried pine wood. This scent is now my favorite scent. The most powerful calming scent for me.

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.

Zander whimpered from the pain while I clutched my chest tightly. "Follow the fragrance," he urged on. Turning towards the direction of the scent, the pain disappeared. A frown marred my face. "Come on," Zander pushed me, once again, he was excited. Deciding to know what was going on, I began to trace the fragrance. The more I got closer to where it was coming from, the more Zander's excitement bubbled. "What is so special about this scent?" I growled. "It makes us feel at peace. See, it even healed us of the ache." He sighed happily. "It has become my favorite scent."

He always preferred tangy flavors. However, upon the pelting scent touching his nostrils, they instantly relaxed. A week of work stress and anxiety had melted like fallen snowflakes. His tensed muscles loosened. The tangled knots in his stomach untied themselves seamlessly. Even his inner alpha started purring with sprawled paws in the air. He was madly influenced. Liam's scent immediately dripped with satisfaction. The hole in his chest was sewn. The pain he had gotten used to was brushed off and replaced with a soothing sensation. Like a healing balm, it soothed his scent glands with a heartening vibration.

“You mean, only people who care most about me can smell me? But, some people smell me or say they smell it when they first meet me. How can they care most about me if we’ve just met? What you’re saying doesn’t make any sense.” “The people you’re thinking of will care deeply for you in good time,” she promised. “Think of your scent like love at first sight. You and your scent were my gift to Orlune. You are made to spread peace, both through your smell and through the way that you spread truth.”

The scent of rust fills my nose. I hear chains rattling somewhere nearby. Voices echo around me. Too far away to understand. Too distorted to recognize. I try to move. My body refuses. Panic begins to creep into my chest. A familiar scent reaches me. Pine. Rain. Forest. Lyall. Relief floods through me. He is here. Somewhere close. I try to call out to him. Nothing comes out. Then another scent appears. One that I cannot identify. It wraps around me like smoke.

But it still refreshes and calms your thoughts. This scent is fine for him, but Cian Xia will be unable to handle a strong scent. His nose will itch and irritate him. Every residence has a distinct scent and fragrance that represents the type of peak. Some scents are pleasant and relaxing, while others are overpowering and unpleasant.

I missed him! He pulls me into his arms and holds me. I breathe him in like it's my first breath after I've been drowning. He smells all woodsy and spicy. I love his scent. It sends comfort to my soul. I can feel him relax in my hold as he nuzzles the top of my head. How can such a simple thing send sparks shooting through me? It's like some magical connection that grows every time I am with him. Is it just my magic reacting to his, or is it something more?