Your Arms Are My Cocoon Novels & Stories

I clung to the beach, trying to catch the lantern before it fell to the ground, but the drum I was standing on lost its balance as I was trying to hang it from an oak tree branch. My arms hurt. It became too much for me to bear. The constant rubbing with the oak branch was already making my palm burn. I wished someone could come to my aid to prevent my fall. I could not take the pain in my arms any longer, so I closed my eyes out of dread of falling. Instead of the sound of my thud and the pain in my body that I had anticipated, I felt strong arms encircling me to keep me from falling. "What are you doing here, Aron?" For the first time, I firmly gripped his shoulder. His arms made me feel s

He asked what I needed to be able sleep, and I couldn’t think of anything that would work. “Do you want me to hold you?” He had asked. I had thought about it. If his strong arms held me tightly, there wouldn’t be anyone to get me out of them. He would protect me. I would be safe. “As tightly as possible,” I had replied. And that’s what he did. Every night he held me in his arms as tightly as possible, without hurting me. Like a cocoon, his arms and body held me. It didn’t stop the nightmares, but every time I woke up to his voice and felt the strange electricity his skin against my skin created, I would be okay.

Kylie I hear a phone ringing, but I ignore it. I'm having the best sleep of my life, and I don't want it to be interrupted. I'm warm and safe, wrapped in a cocoon. I sink deeper into the sheets trying to turn my brain off again. But it's then that I hear a groan that didn't come from me. Suddenly I'm wide awake. Brody. He is my cocoon. He has his arm wrapped around my front and he's pressed against my back.

As I feel myself sinking, drowning in the depths of my own mind, something abruptly changes. Warm, strong arms wrap around me, pulling me against a solid chest. In an instant, I'm enveloped in a cocoon of safety that can only belong to one person. Dominicus. The moment his arms encircle me, my heart blooms with an joy. Despite my best efforts to maintain emotional distance, I realize just how much I've missed him today. His familiar scent washes over me as he pulls me close, his voice a soothing rumble against my ear. "I just want to hold you," he murmurs, his words a gentle plea. "Please... let me."

Mia The warmth that cocooned me when I opened my eyes was unlike anything I had ever known in all my life. A steady rhythm pulsed against my back, another in front of me, like I was caught between two heartbeats, two anchors holding me steady. Brynn’s arm draped lazily over my waist, his breath warm against the crown of my head, while Frynn’s chest pressed lightly to my back, his fingers tangled in mine. For a moment, I lay perfectly still, my soul drinking in the peace.

Her legs went weak just thinking of it, and her insides were turning to hot molten lava. Slowly, she moved out from under his arm, turning around to stare at Armel. Pale white moonlight lit half his face, casting the other half into shadow. The smile lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes were relaxed. A small smile, a remnant from a dream or what had happened only hours earlier, had the corner of his mouth turned up just slightly.

We stayed wrapped in each other’s warmth, neither of us wanting to leave the cocoon of our soothing arms. Andre had his face buried in the crook of my neck while his hand held me close to him and the other was buried in my hair. My arms were wrapped around his shoulders. My body still tingled from the impact of my orgasm – it was a first for me and so very good. I wasn’t tired, I was just pleasantly limp letting Andre’s arms bare my weight as I surrendered myself to him.

This chapter of their lives had reached a beautiful climax, but the story was far from over; it was a promise of many more adventures to come, more moments of pure, unfiltered passion that awaited them just around the corner, and she could hardly contain her excitement for what lay ahead. With a contented sigh, she snuggled deeper into his embrace, savoring the warmth and security that radiated from him. The way his body enveloped her felt like a protective cocoon, shielding her from the outside world. Every muscle in his arms seemed to communicate a silent promise of love and support, wrapping around her like a soft blanket. The gentle rhythm of his heartbeat against her ear was a soothing

There was something pointy that poked his finger as he continued touching it. What is this thing? He asked himself, quite curious but he closed his eyes again. Smells like.. like vintage wine. The bed was warm and comfortable, the sheets – he grasped for the sheets with his free hand since it was pooling on his mid thigh – the sheets were cold and perfect for cuddling inside it like a cocoon. Mm, yeah. Warm, comfy bed. He thinks while slowly returning into fitful slumber.

Chapter 3. Aurora's POV. Still in his arms, I felt…small. He was solid, his chest broad against me, and even through the shirt, I could feel the strength in his arms. Before I could think, the words slipped out, barely a whisper. "Will you fuck me?" I muttered into his ear. That's when my hand bumped into something. It wasn't skin. Cold, smooth…metal. I glanced down, and my stomach dropped. A wheelchair. I looked up at his face. God, he really was handsome. Strong jaw, dark hair curling back...