Novel & Cerita I Pulled You Closer To My Chest

“I dare you.” He doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. Instead, his hand comes up, gripping my neck—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to hold me in place as he pulls me toward him. My breath catches, not from fear, just from how fast the distance disappears. We’re close now, too close. My pulse is loud in my ears, but I don’t look away. “Do it,” I push, “Let’s see you try.” Our faces are inches apart. I can feel his hot breath against my lips. His grip tightens just slightly.

They're using me as bait. I pressed my hand to my chest.

I pull her closer to me. I'm starved. And I fucking need this closeness more than I need my next breath.

My phone was there charging on the tray. He curled his arm around my stomach and tugged me close, like the kraken pulled ships from the surface deep underwater. He pulled me to the center of the bed, turned off his lamp, and then pressed up against me, his chest to my back, his hard dick digging into my thigh through his shorts. He crossed his arm over my chest and held me close, as close as we could be and still breathe. Then he went still, his face against the back of my head, the two of us sharing a single pillow.

He closed the distance between us, took my wrist, and pulled me forward until my forehead hit his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, anchoring me. I let out a long, shaky breath I didn't realize I’d been holding, my face buried in the fabric of his shirt. He buried his face in my hair, his chest rising and falling against mine in a slow, steady rhythm.

“You’ve already made it clear you’re going to find me.” He was silent for seconds, probably debating. Then with a casual flick of wrist, he spoke. “Take your time, and I’ll come there and drag you out myself.” “Thank you,” I bit back, feeling relieved that everything was working out. I turned on my heel, abou to walk away, but he pulled me back to his chest. I gasped, placing my palms against his chest to stop our bodies from colliding. He leaned closely, invading my personal space. For some reason, seeing his face up-close knocked my breath away.

I asked, running my thumb over the back of her hand. A small smile tugged at her lips as she nodded. My heart clenched at the thought of not being able to be there for her, but I knew I had to handle my business. Then I pulled her closer to me, placing her head on my chest, wanting her to just feel how much my heart raced for her. “Good girl." ~ ~

His touch was urgent, almost wild, and I couldn't help but gasp as he pulled me closer. I'd been teasing him for days, and now he was done holding back.

“Do you know how proud I am of you, Chiara?” The tenderness in his expression nearly undid me. He moved closer again. I should have stepped back. Instead, I stayed exactly where I was. Because the warmth burning inside him was already spreading through me too. Another step. Then another. Until finally, he stood close enough to slide an arm gently around my waist and pull me against him.

He demonstrated to me how much he cared about me, as well as how deeply he cherishes and adores me. He drew me to him and brought his lips to mine as he pulled me closer to him. Our mouths moved in a consistent pattern, and our bodies became entangled with one another. He secured a firm grip on me by wrapping his powerful arms around me and pulling me close to his chest. I was perplexed for a brief moment as to why he did not make any attempt to disrobe himself.