Within Arm's Reach Book Novels & Stories

"Which means we need chemistry, Hartley. The kind people cannot fake." "And if we do not have it?" He stopped inches away, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out and tucked a curl behind my ear. The touch was feather-light, barely there, but it sent electricity racing down my spine. "We have it," he murmured, his voice dropping to something dark and dangerous. "The question is whether you are brave enough to use it." I could not breathe. Could not think past the feel of his fingers against my skin and the way my body betrayed me by leaning into his touch.

Proving kinda stubborn, even till now. I raised my left arm and extended it past his shoulder, reaching toward the third row of the shelf like I was looking for a specific book in a casual and unhurried manmer. It was the most natural thing in the world if anyone happened to glance over. My arm created a loose barrier on his left side while the shelf itself closed off the right. Nobody could see into this space from the main library floor without walking directly around the end of the row. Then I brought my right hand to his shoulder and turned him around to face me. Not rough — just firm and deliberate, the way you moved something you had already decided about. He came around and suddenly w

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She wrapped her arms around the strong, muscular neck of the mysterious man and snuggled closer, seeking solace in the embrace. Amara's heart raced as the warmth of the person beside her enveloped her, and she couldn't resist the allure of the familiar touch. Her emotions were still raw, and the soothing caress brought a sense of peace she desperately craved. The man gently cradled her in his arms, his chest providing a sturdy and protective haven. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, a reassuring rhythm that synchronized with her own erratic one. His presence seemed both familiar and foreign—like a distant memory just out of reach.

Perhaps. "I'm Kim Yeojoon. I do not wish to harm you." He lifted both arms in the air in surrender. His breathing was steady despite the threat. He needs to remain calm and poised even in the jaws of danger. "I am only here to help since I sensed the smell of blood. Forgive me if I have frightened you."

Everything that disgusted me once upon a time. Not now. Not anymore. My shoulders loosened into his side once his fingers started to brush my upper arm with gentle strokes. Up and down. The heat of his fingertips soaked through the sleeve of the shirt that I was wearing and into my flesh. It began to warm me from inside like a fire in cold winters. It felt nice to be in his arms. Safe. Safer than I ever felt in the last three months.

But as I felt his arms around me, I felt safe. The embrace was warm and comforting, like a soft blanket on a cold night. His arms were strong, yet gentle, wrapping around me like a cocoon. I could feel his heart beating in his chest, the rhythm soothing me like a lullaby. As he held me, I could feel the tension leaving my body, my muscles relaxing into his embrace. I felt safe and protected, as nothing could ever harm me. At that moment, I knew I would be okay.

Chapter 3. Aurora's POV. Still in his arms, I felt…small. He was solid, his chest broad against me, and even through the shirt, I could feel the strength in his arms. Before I could think, the words slipped out, barely a whisper. "Will you fuck me?" I muttered into his ear. That's when my hand bumped into something. It wasn't skin. Cold, smooth…metal. I glanced down, and my stomach dropped. A wheelchair. I looked up at his face. God, he really was handsome. Strong jaw, dark hair curling back...

I hugged my arm to my chest, the skin still burning where his fingers had dug in. Then Aaron’s voice broke the silence. His voice came out lower and softer this time. “Let me see.” I looked up. He was standing close now, his eyes not on my face but on the arm I cradled. Slowly, carefully, like he was afraid I might shatter, he reached for me. I let him. His thumb brushed over the reddened skin, his touch gentle but firm. His jaw tightened, and for a second I swore I saw anger flicker in his eyes; not the wild, reckless kind Justin had shown, but something controlled and dangerous in its own right.

Armand was being increasingly vigilant about who he trusted and how they were protecting the property. Brian reached to place a comforting arm around me, giving me the comfort, he saw, and probably felt that I needed. Instantly, my skin sang with the contacted. I could see he felt it too, but we didn’t say anything to one another, just soaked in the comforting touch of each other. Later in the week, I was sitting in my room, reading, and humming to myself, when I heard a soft knock. “Yes?” I looked up from my book, expecting one of the servants to peak their heads through the door.