Page 242 of Let Me In

Then my hairline.

Then the corner of my jaw, where his breath hitches.

His arms wrap around me like iron, one hand splayed between my shoulder blades, the other possessively cupping my hip.

And I melt.

Not under pressure.

Under devotion.

I can’t move. Don’t want to. My limbs go boneless beneath him, my body parting instinctively, welcoming every inch of his weight like it was made for this.

For him.

My breath stutters out of me.

“I like this,” I whisper.

His whole body goes still.

He lifts his head—not far, just enough to see me—and his gaze locks on mine. There’s something raw behind it. Something feral trying to stay quiet.

“What?” he asks. Rough. Low. Needy.

I slide my arms up around his back, curling into him, pressing my mouth to the hollow of his throat.

“This. You. On me. Around me.” I swallow, my voice softer now. “Holding me like I’m yours.”

His eyes darken. His jaw tightens.

“You like being covered by me.”

I nod.

“I like being kept.”

He makes a sound then—a groan so low it vibrates through his chest and into mine. One of his hands cradles the back ofmy head, and the other flattens over my lower back, holding me tighter.

“I’ll never let you go,” he murmurs. “You think I’d ever let go of what’s mine? Never happening, baby.”

I press my face into his throat and breathe him in, his scent, his warmth, the way he surrounds me.

He said he'd never let go of what's his.

I believe him.

Because there's nothing safer than this. Nothing warmer. Nothing more mine.

And as his breath slows against my skin, his heart a steady, possessive drum beneath my ear, I let myself fall.

Right into the arms of the man who never asked if he could have me.

He just took me.

And made sure I never wanted to leave.

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