Page 238 of Let Me In

“Right now, baby.Eyes on me.You come with me inside you.”

And I do. My eyes lidded, but meeting the heat of his gaze with the need of my own. My body locks around him, muscles spasming, mouth open in a silent scream as my orgasm tears through me. Cal grits out a curse, his rhythm faltering for the first time.

“Fuck—that’s it—so fucking tight—”

He slams into me once, twice—then groans, loud and broken, and comes.

I feel it. Every pulse. Every twitch. Hot and thick inside me.

He keeps moving through it. Rides it out. Like he’s trying to brand it into me.

And when he finally stills—when his weight sinks onto me, forehead to mine, both of us wrecked—his voice is raw.

“You’re mine,” he breathes. “Every fucking part of you.”

And I believe him.

Because there’s not a single inch of me that doesn’t feel it.

His forehead rests against mine, breath ragged, arms caged around my body like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go.

Cal’s still inside me—thick and hot and pulsing—and I feel it all.

His release, thick and warm, seeping deeper with every beat of our bodies pressed together.

His voice, low and hoarse, breaks the silence.

“You okay, baby?”

I nod slowly, blinking back the haze. “Yeah.”

His hand slides up my spine, thumb brushing behind my ear, grounding me in the aftermath.

“You sure?” he murmurs. “I was rough. Didn’t mean to lose it like that. Just—fuck, Em. You touch me and I forget how to be gentle.”

My body shifts slightly around him, and I suck in a breath—sharp and unexpected.

His brow furrows immediately. “What is it?”

I bite my lip, cheeks flushed. “I’m sore.”

His gaze sharpens.

But before he can apologize, I whisper, “In a good way.”

And that’s it.

That’s his undoing.

He growls—low and guttural—and rolls us, shifting smoothly until I’m on top of him, straddling his hips. He never slips out. He won’t. Not unless I make him.

“Look at you,” he says, hands splayed over my hips. “Full of me. So fucking pretty when you’re stretched and dripping, baby.”

I gasp as I feel it—his cum, thick and wet, beginning to slide from where we’re still joined.

It slides down, slow and obscene, over his cock, down my thighs.

Cal watches it happen. Watches me watch it.

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