Wrapped In His Arms Novels & Stories

He wraps his arms around me, gently stroking my hair. “Hey, hey…it’s going to be okay,” he murmurs. I close my eyes, letting myself sink into his embrace, wishing, hoping, that somehow, he’s right.

" I stopped in my tracks. And I faced him. He wrapped his arms around me and sank into his embrace. "She'll fine trust me" he said firmly.

“It’s me. You’re safe.” Then he does something that undoes me more completely than any kiss or touch ever could. He doesn’t press for an explanation. He doesn’t look at me with pity. He simply wraps his arms around me, pulling me into the solid wall of his chest. One hand cradles the back of my head, his fingers threading gently through my hair, a soothing, rhythmic motion. His other arm holds me firmly around my waist, anchoring me to the present, to him. I bury my face against his neck, feeling the steady, strong pulse of his heartbeat against my lips. My own frantic rhythm begins to slow, to sync with his.

I say without looking behind me. Must be Vicky with my gummie bears or one of the guardians. Thoughts of who's here go out the window when I feel arms wrap around my waist slowly. My body tenses up for a moment, and that's when he almost moves back and lets go of me, but I pull his arms back around me and lean back against his chest. "Baby girl I'm sorry." He says close to my ear, showering me with his warmth. " Not even a good morning?"

Then, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, so I was completely nestled in his embrace. His lips were so close to my forehead that he could have kissed it with just a slight movement.

"Don't worry. I will join you until you see your father again. Eyrom is good to me and this is the only thing that I can do for him." A wide sad smile formed on my lips. "Thanks." We walked in silence. I was holding my shoulder, the arms were folded to my chest due to the cold air. "Want my arm?" My eyebrows went up. I observed the emotion in his face. He scratched the back of his head and smiled shyly. "I have no clothes to offer so if you don't mind...I will wrap my arms to you so that you will not be cold? Ahm…" He looked away with the embarrassment in his eyes. "If that's okay?"

The cuts on his side from the fight were already knitting closed into faint pink lines against his skin. He crossed to her in two strides and pulled her against his chest without a word. His arms wrapped around her completely, one hand cradling the back of her head, fingers threading gently into her hair, the other splayed wide across her lower back as if he could shield her from the entire world and every threat it held. Aria melted into him, her face pressing into his shirt, breathing him in like he was the only steady thing left in a world that kept shifting beneath her feet.

She had something to fight for. Something more than the crown. Aurora’s body trembled as Aries helped her into bed, her fingers still twisted in the fabric of his shirt like letting go would somehow unmake the world. He moved slowly, carefully, as if she were glass. Once she was under the covers, he didn’t hesitate—he lay down beside her and pulled her into him, wrapping both arms tightly around her. One hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her soft dark hair, the other pressed protectively to the small of her back, holding her against the strong, steady beat of his heart.

He tucked my head securely beneath his chin wrapping his body around mine until he was blocking out the cold air with his own heat. I crawled into his arms seeking comfort, from the man who used to be my tormentor.

I whispered. He didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his arms around me again, holding me like he was afraid the world might steal me away if he let go. I rested my hands on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath against me. The lines between longing, comfort, and passion blurred in that moment.