Page 183 of Let Me In

“You’re mine,” he growls. “Say it.”

“I’m—” My voice breaks when one of his thrusts catches even deeper. “I’m yours.”

He kisses me. Hard.

Then pulls back, just enough to press his forehead to mine.

His thumb finds my clit again.

“Come with me, Emmy. Give it to me. Give me all of you.”

Something in me unravels at the sound of it—at the way his voice shakes, barely holding together. It breaks something open inside my chest, soft and wild all at once. My breath catches. My heart stumbles. And I feel it—the surrender, the letting go. Likehis words reached down into the deepest part of me and gave me permission to be undone.

The heat coils sharp and sudden, as if my body’s been waiting for this.

Waiting for him.

The tension builds fast, this time.

His thrusts go deeper. Rougher.

But never losing that grounding, unshakable love in every inch of him.

“Eyes on me,” he pants. “Don’t look away. Not when you come. Not when I do.”

His face is flushed, jaw tight, sweat glistening along his temples. The muscles in his arms flex where they cage me in—strong and trembling, like every ounce of him is locked in this moment. His eyes hold mine, like watching me fall apart is the only thing that could ever undo him.

I nod, barely able to breathe.

My hands dig into his back.

He growls again, low and guttural, the sound torn from deep in his chest, like instinct and reverence tangled into one. His body surges forward, every muscle taut, skin hot against mine. His eyes stay locked on mine, wild and wrecked and full of need.

“Now.”

And I shatter.

Right there.

Right underneath him.

My body locks tight around him as the third wave hits, hot and overwhelming and so deep I feel it in my soul. I sob his name, half-whimper, half-prayer, as my body pulses around him, clings to him.

And that—that’s what pulls him over the edge. He breaks with a sound I’ve never heard from him before. Somethingbetween another growl and a shout, like it’s been trapped in his chest for years.

Like I’ve torn something open in him that can finally be free. His whole body shudders above mine, muscles rippling with release, breath catching on another broken groan that sounds like worship and surrender all at once.

His hips drive into me once, twice—deep—and then he’s coming.

Hard.

Hot.

Endless.

I feel him pulse inside me, filling me, marking me with every breathless thrust. He buries his face against my neck, his whole body trembling above mine—shoulders tight, breath ragged, voice cracked as he groans my name against my skin.

“Emmy—”

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