Page 316 of Let Me In

But like a truth.

Like it lives in her chest.

Like it steadies her breath.

Like she knows who she belongs to.

My jaw clenches.

I fight the edge, fight the urge to follow her, because this? This is the whole point.

I wanted her to feel it first.

To know it deep.

To carry it in her spine.

That she’s not just wanted.

She’s worshipped.

Held holy.

Mine.

When the spasms ease, I still my hand, draw it back with reverence.

I brush the hair from her temple, thumb resting against the high curve of her cheekbone. Her skin is warm there, flushed and tender, and I linger a beat longer than I should—just to feel it. Just to anchor myself in the reality of her, trembling and real beneath me.

She’s glowing.

Breathless.

Undone.

Whole.

And I’ve never loved more than I do in this moment.

Raw and shining and safe beneath me.

“Good girl,” I whisper, voice wrecked. “So good for me.”

She doesn’t speak.

Just nods, eyes fluttering closed, lips parting on a slow exhale.

But I feel it.

In the looseness of her limbs.

In the way she still holds me, even now.

In the way her body makes space for mine.

And now—

Now I let myself go.

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