Hold Me Book Novels & Stories

He held it the way you held something you had almost not gotten to hold. I let him. END OF CHAPTER 29

“Cara, I told you… this isn’t a game.” I huffed. But then his thick arm reached from behind me, pressing his solid heat harder against my back, pinning me against the countertop as his gorgeous, strong man-hand closed on the book I was reaching for, and he held it so I couldn’t get it without taking it from him.

He looked at me so tenderly that I felt I could melt. This man has a hold over my heart and my body like no other. **Don't forget to follow me on i n s t a @rae.knight.author for announcements of this book and others.**

Their weight pressed dead against each other, stabilizing as two became one. Everything froze for Damien as if his very cells were locked down. He managed one strangled breath, filled with the fresh scent of her hair before his body sprang to life. Her soft curves and sexy smell urged him to pull her closer, so much so that his fingers tightened against the rounded curves of her denim-covered hips.

“Together. You and me.” Her lips curved into a small smile, and she leaned into my chest. “Together,” she echoed. Her warmth seeped into me, grounding me. Even in the midst of danger, I could feel the pull of normalcy, of home, in her presence. For a while, we pored over the book together. She read aloud fragments of incantations, remedies, and ritualistic instructions while I helped decipher cryptic symbols, my hand brushing hers occasionally. Each touch sent a spark through me, each shared glance a quiet promise.

I screamed for him to pay the ransom, only to hear him give the order himself over the phone: "Don't make her death a quick one. The Costello princess? She's nothing but a damn liability. Torture her. Break every bone in her body. " "This is what she owes Clara." You like playing games, Rocco. But in this life, I refuse to play along. ... "Harper, be good..." "Don't leave me. You're all I have..." The first thing I felt in my new life was Rocco's hard chest trapping me against the bookshelf. His large hand slid roughly under my silk nightgown, his fingertips calloused from years of holding a gun, tracing a line up my waist. A sickening shiver ran down my spine.

“No, it wasn’t terrible.” “Can I borrow your phone for a second?” He frowned. “Why?” I held out my hand. “Paranoid much? I’m going to put my number in.” “Oh,” he answered and fished it out of the pocket of his cargo shorts. He handed it to me after unlocking the screen. “Call me if you would like to do this again,” I said and handed him his phone. “Would you like to do it again?” he asked as if it was completely crazy.

"I'll let you in on a secret—you're fucking delicious, if you didn't realize. I've only wanted you for years." "What about now?" I asked. "After you've had me, and seen my nightmares up-close and personal, you still think you'd want to be with me long term?" "Of course, don't ask stupid questions." Remy leaned in to kiss me. "Janey!" I glanced over his shoulder at the woman holding a baby. She looked oddly familiar. "How have you been?" she asked, switching the baby from one hip to the other. I opened my mouth but her name didn't come to mind. "Fine, how about you?"

A shaky breath escaped her lips, and for the first time, her shoulders sagged—like she had been holding the weight of the world, and finally, she was ready to set it down. I reached out, my hand trembling. “Come home, Mia.” She stood there, frozen in place, every muscle in her body wound tight. And then— Finally— She took my hand. And everything went dark. When I opened my eyes, the golden courtroom surrounded me once more. The grand, towering pillars. The infinite ceiling stretching into eternity. The quiet hum of power that resonated through the very air. Apollo stood beside me, his expression unreadable. Across from us, behind the ornate desk, Ivery watched me with that same piercing gaze

The fact that she accepted to follow us without much argument must either mean she was tired of her pack or of the fact that she knew or at least suspected that we meant something to her. ' Can I hold her?' Roy asked. 'No,' I answered quietly. I didn't want to disturb her sleep. 'Do not be selfish Roman,' Roy said looking at me as if I had done something wrong. 'I am not being selfish. If she wakes up to find herself in your arms, she will freak out. Besides, why do you want to hold her?' I asked Roy. 'She is my mate too you know. I just want to feel her. Is that a crime?' Roy asked.