Page 52 of They Are Mine

I want him to lose control.

I press my lips to his ear, panting, teasing, completely wrecked. “Noah,” I whisper. “I want you to come inside me.”

And that’s it.

He groans, thrusts deep, buries himself inside me as he unravels completely.

I follow.

Shattering beneath him.

Falling apart.

Completely his.

Noah shifts, exhaling a deep, wrecked breath before carefully rolling us over.

I barely register it at first, still floating, still warm and drowsy from how thoroughly he just ruined me.

Then, I feel it…

His arms wrapping around me, strong and secure, pulling me against his chest.

Holding me.

I sigh against his skin, let my body melt into his.

He’s so solid, so warm, his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek.

It’s soothing. It’s grounding.

It’s mine.

His fingers skim up and down my back, light, lazy strokes, like he’s memorizing the shape of me.

Like he just wants to keep touching me, keep feeling me, even now that it’s over.

His other hand slides through my hair, slow and absentminded, untangling strands with soft, careful sweeps of his fingers.

I close my eyes, let myself sink deeper into him, sighing in complete satisfaction.

This.

This is exactly what I wanted.

For a long time, he just holds me, breathes with me.

Then, his voice rumbles against my temple, low and warm and unbearably sweet.

“That was…” He pauses, his fingertips brushing lightly over my shoulder.

“Amazing?” I tease, tracing small circles against his ribs.

His chest rises and falls with a quiet laugh.

“No,” he murmurs. “That was… perfect. Beautiful.”

Oh.

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