Wrapped In His Arms Novels & Stories

I stepped into him and wrapped my arms around him. He caught me so quickly it was as if he had been waiting for the smallest permission. His arms closed around me, too tight at first, then tighter still, like some part of him could not obey gentleness when goodbye stood nearby. I pressed my face against his chest, feeling the hard warmth of the scales covering him like armour. For once, I did not feel small in a way that hurt. I felt held.

He wrapped his right arm under her breasts making them jerk up a little, a gasp left her lips and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he cupped her core with his left hand and traveled his hand a little up to her stomach from downwards making her gown rise up to her thighs as he picked her up from there ever so effortlessly. Before she could process the humiliation and struggle out of it, she was already laying on her left side with him covering their bodies with a duvet. "What are y-" She tried to get up but he grabbed the side of her neck instead of her injured right arm and pushed her back on the pillow. He locked his legs with hers and completely attached her back with his n

Dom wrapped his arms around her, his own heart heavy with sorrow. “Yes,” he added, tears streaming down his face. “We were so very lucky to have had him.”

So I really don’t understand how I could’ve possibly ended up in this position. His hand is under my shirt, arm wrapped tight around my waist. I can feel his fingertips pressing into the plane of my stomach, close to my belly button. His other hand is wrapped in an equally tight grip around the curves of my shoulders. His arm is so thick that it swallows up the entire view of my throat.

But this was different. His arms wrapped around me completely, one hand pressing firmly against the back of my head, tucking my face beneath his chin. The other circled my waist, anchoring me. “Slow breaths,” he murmured into my hair. I clutched his shirt without thinking, my fist twisting into the fabric. He didn’t comment on it. My body continued to shake, small tremors I couldn’t control. He shifted slightly, adjusting his grip so I was half draped over him, my leg tangled with his.

The room seemed to fade away, the noise became distant, and all that mattered was that I was safe in his arms. That’s where I am now. Standing with his arms wrapped around me like a shield, his head resting against my shoulder, as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, I’ll disappear. His grip is almost painful, but I don’t care. I feel safe, safer than I’ve felt in a long time. My body is still cold, but the warmth of his embrace is keeping the worst of it at bay.

We got under the covers and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him. I snuggled up against his chest, loving the warmth radiating from him.

I gasp, "You wouldn't..." Something sparked in his eyes and I realized his arms were still wrapped around me. "I fucking would."

He made an effort to shield me by putting his hands in front of my face and trying to conceal it. I hugged him tight, encircling his entire body with my arms while hiding face under the blazer of his suit. My other hand was firmly gripping my wrist as I held him in a tight lock. He turned the doorknob, the Sterling Suite door opened, and the two of us slid inside while holding to each other.

“I will never get enough of you.” His arms wrap around my waist, cradling me and lowering me to my side on the bed facing him. My arms drape around his neck and our lips meet again as he hooks my leg around his waist and notches his dick at my entrance. His hips push forward and his arms pull me down onto him, our hold on each other tightening as he enters me.