Wrapped In His Arms 소설 & 이야기

He was severely injured. His arms were wide open, embracing my body. Did he just protect me from gunfire?

In his arms. His arms are my home.

His arms wrapped around me like a shield, his chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. “I love you so much, Lila,” he whispered, his words sounding so sincere. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say this,” I choked out, clutching onto him like he was my lifeline. His arms tightened around me, as if he was afraid, I would disappear if he let go. His breath was warm against my hair, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath my cheek. I clung to him, my fingers curling into his shirt, afraid that if I loosened my grip even slightly, this moment would slip away like a dream.

"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.

She collapsed onto his chest, he wrapped his arms around her, tight. She smiled against his lips. They weren’t done yet......

His arms tightened around me a fraction. Watch me he breathed.

he instructs, pulling me from my trance. I crawl closer, and he grabs me, pulling me under the covers before I have time to react. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling my back against his chest. He sighs in relief, tightening his grip around me. I stay tense but soon melt into his warmth. Being wrapped in his arms fills me with a long-forgotten feeling… love.

The kind that says you are my home too, even if I can’t name it yet. He freezes for half a second, then his arms wrap around me, crushing and protective and shaking with restraint. In the circle of his arms, the world goes quiet for one heartbeat.

He wrapped his strong arms around my back and waist, holding me tightly against him like I was his personal blanket. He started moving slow, deep, rolling thrusts from below while keeping me completely wrapped in his arms. Every thrust was intimate and possessive, his cock sliding in and out of me in a lazy but powerful rhythm. My breasts were pressed against his chest, my legs draped over his sides as he fucked me like this, slow, sensual, and completely enveloping. “Feel that?” he whispered against my ear, his voice low and rough. “This is how I want you. Close. Wrapped around me. Taking every inch while the world keeps moving outside.”

"I love you." As I nudged myself into his awaiting arms, a rush of emotions cascaded over me, threatening to consume my very being. His embrace enveloped me, providing a sense of solace and security that I had long yearned for. At that moment, I surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotions, allowing myself to be vulnerable and open to the possibilities that lay ahead. His arms held me in a tight embrace, a possessive hold that spoke volumes, reassuring me of his unwavering commitment and desire. It was a grip that conveyed a profound longing, a yearning for connection and redemption. In that embrace, I felt a surge of hope and determination, a flicker of light amidst the darkness that ha