Page 61 of Keep Him Like Secrets

His lips pressed into mine, kissing me for what felt like a lifetime—yet somehow not long enough.

But then he was—finally—moving.

His thrusts were slow and deep, forcing me to feel each thick inch of him.

I thought that, as his need grew, he would start to move faster, to ease the stranglehold of intimacy gripping my system.

But even when I tried to rock against him, he stayed stubbornly slow and sweet. If anything, he may have even gone slower, kissed me deeper.

It wasn’t long before the chest-tightening panic I was feeling at the way he unmoored me, the way he unexpectedly exposed vulnerabilities I hadn’t even known existed.

I was all raw, exposed yearning.

For… something.

Something I was sure might undo me completely if I got it.

And I was terrified that Soren was going to be the one to give it to me. Whether I wanted it or not.

But just as the knowledge of that begged me to run, Soren was pushing me right to that edge.

“There,” he murmured, lifting up to look down at me. “No,” he said as my eyelashes started to flutter closed. Close. I was so close. “I want to watch as you fall apart for me.”

Before I could even wrap my head around the truth of that phrasing, the orgasm was rolling through me—a deep, hard, pulsing pleasure that seemed to overtake my whole body as I shook, as I moaned, as I cried out his name.

I was helpless but to cling to him, to bury my face in his neck, like if I didn’t hold on, I might shatter apart.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as his hips kept surging into me, dragging it out. “So sweet for me,” he went on, making my heart clench. “So…” his voice was getting rough as his body tensed, “perfect,” he added, pressing deep, his body shuddering as he came with my name on his lips.

My own orgasm finally released its grip on me. And I realized with a horrified shaking sensation in my chest and stomach that there was wetness on my cheeks, clinging to my lashes.

Panic surged, a fluttery feeling moving through my muscles, a tightness in my chest.

“Don’t run,” Soren demanded, voice low.

How did he know that every nerve ending in my body was firing off, begging me to escape, to get away from all these sticky, complicated feelings?

Soren rolled to his side, pulling my back to his front, his arms wrapping me up, keeping me close.

“You’re safe with me,” he said, voice so soft I barely heard it.

Those words were a cooling balm to my overheated nervous system.

Despite knowing it was a mistake, I felt myself relaxing against him, sinking into the sensations of our close bodies, allowing myself to be held for perhaps the first time ever.

And somehow, even though I never, ever allowed it to happen before, I fell asleep with Soren.

As I drifted off, the only thought that crossed my mind was that he was right; I’d never felt safer in my life.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Soren

She was lying to me.

I hadn’t exactly been idle since the last time I’d seen her. I knew that, if I wanted to protect myself and my business, I had to get to the bottom of the gut instinct that Saff wasn’t what she portrayed herself to be.

It didn’t take much digging to learn that Saff Amato—or evenSaffronAmato—hadn’t existed ten years ago.

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