Hold Me Hold Me Never Let Me Go Novels & Stories

Just as the clock struck midnight and I was nearly at the front door, he caught up to me and yanked me back. One rough pull, and I was yanked back straight into his arms. His body was hot and solid. Caleb grabbed me from behind, his grip like a vise. Then his hands went to my clothes, tearing at the fabric like a man possessed. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe Kayla hadn't satisfied him. Whatever the reason, his touch was brutal, like he had no intention of letting me go. "Let go of me!" I screamed, my voice raw and cracking.

"Money. Power. A title. Name it. It's yours." "What I want, you can never give me." I wrenched my hand free and backed toward the door. "What do you want?" There was a hint of desperation in his voice. "Freedom." The word hit him like a bullet. Damien's face turned to stone. "Freedom?" he scoffed. "I gave you a palace. Cars. A black card with no limit. Women would kill for your life." "Then go find one of them." I reached for the door, but it was locked.

"Let go of me right now!" She jerked her hand violently, wrenching free from his grip with considerable effort, and moved straight back to Caleb's side as if drawn there by instinct and necessity. Without hesitation, she reached for Caleb's arm, grounding herself in his solid, reassuring presence. "Caleb, let's go," she said firmly, her voice steady on the surface but shaking underneath with residual emotion. Before they could take more than a single step forward, Nathan lunged again with desperate speed and caught her hand once more, his fingers curling tightly, almost desperately around her slender wrist as if afraid she might disappear forever if he let go even for a second.

"Just wait until Thanksgiving. You'll be sitting at the kids' table with construction paper rings on your fingers while they take engagement photos." With that ominous prediction, Maxwell slipped out the door, leaving Dominic alone with the sleeping Ericka still curled against his chest. He looked down at her, marvelling at how natural this felt, her weight against him, the subtle vanilla scent of her hair, the small puffs of breath warming his shirt. For three years, he'd limited himself to brief, accidental touches and carefully measured distance. Now he could hold her freely, and the simple joy of it made his chest ache.

Nathan only put things in vibrating mode. What happened after Nathan unlocked his cell phone was that Nathan's movements stopped, just as a name with a pop-up message appeared on the front of his cell phone screen. That name... was the name that Nathan had been waiting for, the news that Nathan had been waiting for, and the certainty that Nathan thought he would never get. “This is Liana. Let's talk.” Short, concise, and clear. And what is certain is that this message was able to make Nathan's hands, which were previously fine, now make him sweat.

Then, I gently placed the phone back. I heard Martin mumbling in his sleep, "Honey, where did you go?" But I no longer had the courage to return to his embrace. I went to the balcony and lit a cigarette. The next day, I exported the data from the USB drive and went through them one by one. Finally, a number that Martin had blocked caught my attention. The number had only sent a message: "Didn't you promise to spare my family?" After thinking for a moment, I sent a message to that number: "Let's meet at Central Park at 4:00 pm tomorrow."

"I'm so glad I found you I'm not gonna lose you Whatever it takes I will stay here with you Take you to the good times See you through the bad times Whatever it takes Is what I'm gonna do Let 'em say we're crazyWhat do they know?Put your arms around meBaby, don't ever let goLet the world around usJust fall apartBaby, we can make itIf we're heart to heart And we can build this dream together Standing strong forever Nothing's gonna stop us now And if this world runs out of lovers We'll still have each other Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us now" I lift her head and kiss her. A soft, apologetic kiss. It's so intimate. Romantic. In the rain on side of the highway.

“I could keep you like this forever.” When release finally shattered through me, I screamed his name, the sound raw and broken. He followed with a guttural moan, spilling into me as he buried his face against my neck, his body shaking with intensity. But even then, he didn’t let go. His arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me against him as if afraid I’d vanish the moment he loosened his grip. “I’ll never let you go,” he whispered hoarsely. “Even if you beg me to.”

He always waited patiently, never once pushing me. He never let me pander to him or lower myself to curry favor with anyone as well. Instead, he would look at me and say gently but seriously, “You don’t need to go chasing after any Alpha. You don’t need to humble yourself. Just by existing, you deserve to be cherished.”

However, all he did was wiped the tears away and kiss me. I struggled in his arms, but it was no use. His hold was too firm, and I was still weak from what he put me through. He pulled and tugged at my lips, but I wouldn't allow him entrance. Using his hands, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist for support. He bit down on my lips, harder and still. I refused to open up for him.