Page 317 of Let Me In

She’s still trembling beneath me.

Soft little aftershocks pulsing through her.

Her breath stutters, then slows.

Settles.

And her arms stay wrapped around my back, like she doesn’t want to let even a second of space open between us.

And I don’t move.

Don’t rush.

Don’t chase the edge the way I usually do.

Being inside her like this, with her body fluttering around me, warm and open and so goddamn mine… it’s already more than I ever thought I’d be allowed to feel.

I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in deep—slow and anchoring.

Letting the rhythm begin again.

Slower now. Deeper. A cadence that sinks rather than surges.

Because I’m full of her—her softness seeping into every nerve ending, every breath.

Her sounds still echo in my ears. The way she let go, like falling into my hands was safety, not risk.

And now, I need the rest of it.

The finish. The claiming. The quiet seal to this sacred thing.

The tether that keeps me here—rooted in this body, this life—when the dark tries to call me back.

My hips move, steady and sure, and her body welcomes every inch.

Still warm. Still wet. Still home.

She moans softly, spent but open, her body pliant and welcoming beneath me. One hand slides up the back of my neck, fingers curling into my hair, while her heel presses into the small of my back—wordless and instinctive, urging me closer, deeper.

And that’s all it takes.

I groan—deep and raw—cracked wide open by her, by everything she’s given me.

My hands settle firm on her hips, claiming. Not as grip, but grounding. As if holding her is the only thing that can hold me.

My rhythm falters, breath catches and stutters out like it’s bracing for what’s coming.

And then—

It hits.

Heat, sharp and searing.

The tightening that coils deep in my spine and pulls through every nerve.

The release—unstoppable, consuming, holy.

I come with a sound caught between a groan and a gasp—not loud, but deep and reverent. Less like a growl, more like a breath punched from my lungs by the force of what she means to me. Sacred. Shaking. A quiet breaking open.

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