I Pulled You Closer To My Chest Novels & Stories

But I don’t want to make him feel I was despising him. “Then it is fine with me,” he said and pulls me toward him. I placed my head close to his chest, and we sleep cuddling.

I offered my hand and the moment that she took it, I pulled her close to my body wrapping my arms around her, making sure that she had nowhere to run if ever she came to her senses. “What are you doing?” she asked as I pulled her even closer. I bent down and rested my face on her shoulder finding that safe place between her neck and shoulders and let my hand roam her back. I felt her breath hitched as the beating of her heart sped up finding the same rhythm as my heart did. I placed a trail of kisses along her neck, going up to her chin as I pulled her against me. “Claiming you,” I whispered against the shell of her ear as her breath hitched.

He gently tugged me closer to his chest. My eyes were already heavy. I smiled at the nickname. We were going to be okay, and that thought lifted a weight from my shoulders.

I pressed my forehead on his broad chest and his heartbeat drummed on my ears. He feels crazy, just as much as I am. His heartbeat are in a marathon. Loud, wild and alive. He dropped his hand to my side, making way from my hips and up to the small of my back. He pulled me to him, even closer than we already were that my ragged breathing hitched. “I know. But I won’t leave you like this.” he says. The other hand moved up and slipped inside my shirt. He tugged on the soft fabric of my cloth, hard and strong that I thought my shirt will rip.

I told her, flashing a smile that I hoped came across as reassuring to her. I quickly picked up my clothes and shoved them on. I turned to leave, but her hand shot out, grabbing mine. The sudden pull made her boobs bounce—hell, how was I supposed to look away from that? She gripped my shirt and pulled me even closer, her chest pressing firmly against mine. “Let’s…do this again.” She whispered before pressing her lips on mine.

I pulled him closer, opening my lips so he could kiss me properly. As if startled by my sudden action, he was silent for a few seconds. His eyes were wide open, his body tense. But it didn't take him long to return my kiss. He moved closer, making me reflexively open my legs so he could be closer to me. I pulled her hair roughly, my fingers then grabbed her shirt and unbuttoned a few buttons at the top. When I felt her bare chest under my arm, the same desire as before burned again. I pulled her closer to my body, my chest pressing softly against hers as I shifted to the edge of the table so I could support myself better.

He lowers his face to my neck, his grip tightening on my side as he pull me closer. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦. My body lock up and I finally take in the people.

When I finally did, I flinched back gently but he held my chin between his fingers, drawing me closer to himself. My breath hitched and my parted lips opened, my chin raising slightly higher. “Do you want to sue me for staring?” My chest rose and fell in an uneven breath, but I forced myself to stay still, reminding myself that this want was nothing in the face of the mischief we had done before. We could stay close. We had done a lot of things, way worse than this… and perhaps the thought of that lightened something within me because… slowly, I moved my hand to the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to me.

He pulled her closer until her head was resting on his chest. He inhaled before saying, “I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

Closing the distance despite my earlier warning. I tried to push myself back, but my strength wasn’t there. “Don’t touch me,” I said quickly, my voice breaking. “Please—just don’t—” He stopped. Right in front of me. Close. Too close. The bond reacted instantly. A sharp, undeniable pull that made my chest tighten painfully. I sucked in a breath, my hand pressing harder against the spot like I could hold it in place, like I could stop it from reaching for him. “I can’t—” I said, shaking my head, tears finally spilling over. “I can’t do this—”