Wrapped In Your Arms Novels & Stories

“I’ve got you till morning.” And I did. Wrapped in the arms of the man who could destroy everything. And I had never felt more alive.

DUAA "Then let the world burn, baby. Because on your birthday, you won't just wear the crown. You'll own the fire." His words echoed against the shell of my ear like a curse—dark, destructive, and terrifyingly inevitable. I froze in place, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and lips. His arms wrapped around me from behind, a slow drag of possessive fingers crawling up my waist as if he was claiming every inch of me with just a touch.

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.”

And maybe, just maybe, in his arms she’d also find the one thing she coveted. She slid her arms down to wrap them around his torso. His body folded around her like a protective casing of large hard muscles and she loved it, loved every second she was there even more. Yup, this was where she wanted to be until she was strong again. And certainly, not maybe, she’ll be staying in those arms until she was old and grey. She was going to make sure of it.

"But my wolf would really love it if your arms could hold me for a moment." "Of course," she whispers, wrapping her arms tightly around my massive neck, enveloping my body in a warm, protective cocoon. Her intoxicating scent of fresh lemon tickles my senses, and her silver hair feels like warm, liquid silk draping over my scarred hands. I am supposed to be the shield that keeps her safe from the world, but somehow, the moment she locks her arms around my chest, the entire territory feels perfectly at peace. I wrap my heavy arms around her waist, hugging her tight against my heart, then I close my amber eyes and let my wolf drop its guard completely.

she wailed. She lunged toward my urn and wrapped her arms around it. "I'm here. I'm hugging you right now."

"Very familiar, although I'd appreciate it if you don't offer to lend me out to some other man...." I wrap my arms around her, pulling her down into the warmth of the blankets. "No danger of that, my Love. You're all mine."

Behind her, Armel groaned deep in his chest, pulling back before seating himself inside her once more. And then, locking one arm around her waist, he rolled to his side, without breaking their connection. “Tu es à moi, mon ange (You’re mine, angel…). Nothing’s going to take you from my side…” Armel whispered in her ear before falling back into sleep holding her tight. “Don’t let me go… Keep me here, Armel… Always and forever, my love…” she replied slowly, but he was already asleep. *****

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.

I whispered, my voice a blend of confusion and concern. He didn’t hesitate. Without a word, he stepped forward, his arms opening as if reaching for me. The moment I let myself go and stepped into his embrace, I felt an unexpected warmth seep into my bones. His arms wrapped around me, secure and familiar, and for a heartbeat, the tension between us seemed to melt away.