Wrapped In His Arms Novels & Stories

He didn't want me anymore. I could feel his presence in front of me, his gaze was piercing through my skin but I remained in that position not bothering to raise my head or look at him. I felt a grip on my arm and before I could register what was happening I was being pulled into his arms. Comfort, security and warmth all hitting me at once. His arms engulfed me, wrapping around me he placed a hand in my hair to rest my head against his chest. It didn't take me long before I wrapped my hands around him, letting myself melt into his embrace.

I feel myself breaking, let go as he wraps his arms around me pulling me into him. I wrap my arms around him holding on tight. Holding on to somebody who actually cares about me. Something I always dreamed of, but never thought would actually happen. I cry my heart out in his arms.

VIOLET He scooped me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing. I gasped, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, my face burying into the crook of his shoulder. The heat radiating from his body enveloped me, his muscles hard and unyielding beneath his shirt.

Protectively. His arms wrapped around me like a shield, strong and secure, and I could feel the solid strength of his body beneath mine. The warmth of him pressed against me, steady and real and there. His hand traced slow, comforting circles on my back, moving in a rhythm that was soothing in a way I didn't even know I needed. Round and round, over and over, patient and constant. I buried my face into his chest, pressing my tear-stained cheeks against the fabric of his shirt, and I let the sobs shake through me—violent and raw—until they slowly, gradually, began to lose their sharp, cutting edge.

I woke up entangled in his strong arms, he was sleeping like a baby. His heavy body covered mine, his face resting over my chest, his arms wrapped around my waist. His posture was almost possessive, protective as if he let me go, I’d run away. I tried my hardest not to wake him as I slipped out from underneath him. He stirred and his hand roamed around the bed looking for me, but instead, he grabbed a pillow and pulled it into his chest.

He sighed deeply, his heart clenching at how fragile I felt in his arms. [ Without wasting another second, he adjusted his hold on her, one arm sliding under her knees and the other around her back. He scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her against his chest. She was so light, so delicate, and as he looked down at her tear-streaked face, he felt a surge of protectiveness flood through him.

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.”

But instead— He grabbed my wrist. And pulled me toward him. Then suddenly... His arms were already wrapped tightly around me. Shit.