Wrapped In Your Arms Novels & Stories

The arm that I am under wraps around me. I don't say another word and neither does he.

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.

She said wrapping warm arms around me. "Don't be.I killed and gutted every last one of them"

My heart twisted painfully as I swallowed down the rising emotions, but I continued without realizing what I was even saying anymore. “I will hide you in my arms. I know my body is covered with sharp thorns, and every time I try to protect you, those thorns end up hurting you instead. I am trying to pull out every thorn that hurts you, even if it means I bleed… even if it means I am torn apart in the process.” “I want to make my arms the safest place on earth for you, so when the world becomes too much, you can hide there… and no one will ever be able to find you.”

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.

And I, wrapped in his arms, his scent on my skin and his breath still pulsing between my thighs, smile. Because this time… I’m not letting go either

His face buried in my torso. My arms instinctively go around him, wrapping around his broad shoulders. My fingers thread through his thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck, the soft strands a welcome contrast to the rough fabric of his suit jacket. I pull him closer, wanting to merge with him, to disappear into the protective bubble of his arms, and let the world outside simply cease to exist.

And with all the fear, all the longing, all the tension that’s been breaking them apart His arms wrap around me , pulling me close, like I'm everything he’s been starving for. My heart breaks and heals at the same time. I gives in, fully and completely

Then I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. This had better work.

Hands wrapped around me into a hug, an unexpected warmth surrounding me, keeping me to want to be in his arms. The warmth…I like it.