Wrapped In His Arms Novels & Stories

In him. Damien’s arms wrap around me, holding me close like he’s never letting go. And for once—I don’t want him to.

His knees were still drawn up like he’d been hugging himself for hours. “Hey,” I said softly, brushing my thumb over his forearm. “Come here.” He didn’t hesitate this time. He launched into me with a broken sob that sounded like it had been sitting in his throat for days. His arms wrapped around my torso tightly, too tightly, like he was trying to crawl inside me just to feel something steady. I wrapped my arms around him in return and pulled him into my chest. His face pressed against my shoulder as I held him, as tightly as I could without crushing him.

"Good. Wrap your arms around my neck." He didn't wait for me to agree. He hooked his arms under my knees and back, lifting me in one smooth motion. I felt small in his grip, a sensation I usually hated, but right now, it was the only thing keeping me from shattering. I leaned my head against his shoulder and let my eyes drift shut.

His arms immediately wrapped around my body, protectively. "You're safe sweetheart. I promise I will protect you." He whispered to me softly. His voice held so much care. There were so many emotions in his black eyes. I grabbed his shirt tightly in my fist and cried myself out. His hold on me became tighter. He let me cry. He let me be in his embrace. I felt it is meant for me.

His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest before I could even gasp. “Easy, little dove,” he whispered. The word steadied me more than his grip. I clutched the front of his coat, fingers curling into the fabric like it was the only thing holding me upright, which, in that moment, it was. “I’m fine,” I said, though the lie barely made it past my lips. He didn’t argue. He never does when he knows better. Instead, he scooped me up without ceremony, one arm under my knees, the other braced around my back.

He was warm, somewhere beneath the fabric of his shirt his heart was beating steadily in his chest, maybe a little faster than it should have. He wrapped his arms around her almost hesitantly, like he was afraid he could hurt her, like he was confused about what to do. But he pulled her closer, a steady grip on her waist, and buried his face in her hair. There was so much compassion in his touch, so much care and tenderness.

Then his chest pressed into my back, and his muscular arms wrapped around me, shielding me from the cold that came in through the windowpane. His head dipped to my neck, and his hands gripped my arms, locking me into his embrace. The thin strap of my dress barely covered my shoulder, so he was able to press a kiss directly to the cold skin.

“Levi, let me in. Please, you don’t have to go through whatever this alone.” He growls, a sound that would send a wiser person fleeing, but it only serves to anchor me to him. “Fuck it,” he breathes, the fight leaving him in an instant. Then, unexpectedly, his arms are around me, pulling me into a fortress of flesh and bone. His arms encircle me, pulling me against him with a force that’s both fierce and protective. The growl fades into a deep, shuddering breath, and he rests his chin atop my head.

"We will continue to train. We will prepare our forces. We will be ready when you call." I stood, and he rose with me. In a single, fluid motion, he closed the space between us, his arms wrapping around me in a desperate, crushing embrace. I closed my eyes, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I drank in his scent, trying to brand the feeling of his arms around me into my very soul.

I struggle, but my efforts prove futile as he pulls me closer, his arms enveloping me in a tight embrace. Frozen in place, I dare not move, my body stiff with uncertainty. Yet, as his warmth envelops me and the familiar feeling of his arms around me washes over me, a sense of solace and security begins to permeate my being. Gradually, I relax into his embrace, allowing myself to find comfort in this tender closeness.