I Pulled You Closer To My Chest Novels & Stories

He stepped in even closer, his chest almost brushing against mine, his arms completely unfolding as he started coming close like he wanted to hug me, to pull my shattered body tight against his chest and never let me go. I froze, staring up into his eyes, my breath completely trapped in my throat as his shadow fell over me.

He pulled me closer and I inhaled deeply. After getting out of the bathroom, he was standing at the door.Unexpectedly his hand drifted to my hip and settled there.He pulled me closer and I inhaled deeply.I was against his shirtless warm chest chiseled for perfection. "I dont know what's happening but I want to make you mine..." I felt electricity in my skin.

what! I tried to withdraw my hand with difficulty, but he surprised me as he pulled me to him and stuck to his chest!! I opened my mouth to protest, but I flinched at his arms around me.

It pulled at the wound in my chest like it was trying to close something that couldn't close, and standing there with his face three inches away I wanted, with a desperation that shamed me completely, for him to close the distance. I hated myself for it. I didn't move. I didn't move. He was close. The bond responded to his proximity as if it was fully functional: immediate, involuntary, a pull through my sternum that had nothing to do with choice. His eyes dropped from mine, moved across my face, and I watched the furious control in his expression develop a crack. His hand came up. Stopped near my jaw. Not touching. Close enough that I could sense the warmth of his palm.

“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.

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.

I pulled her close, holding her against my chest. She was shaking so badly. I wasn't even sure she was breathing. "Please, just let this be okay. Nothing has changed. I'm still the guy you knew."

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.

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.