Between the Pages (FORCEBOOK)

Part 7:Final Chapter (Extended Ending): "Burn Me Into You"

📖 The Journal (continued)

Book sat on the bed, the weight of Force's journal in his hands. The words bled emotion — confessions written in silence, thoughts never meant to be heard.

"I act like I can handle him. Like I have the upper hand. But the truth is, the moment he moans my name, I'm gone."
"If he ever leaves me, I don't think I'd survive it."

He ran his fingers across the handwriting, his heart stretching in his chest. Every line felt like it had been carved into his own skin.

Force walked in, towel slung around his neck. His eyes landed on the open journal — and froze.

"You weren't supposed to see that," he said softly.

Book looked up, eyes shimmering. "Why didn't you tell me how deeply you felt?"

Force stepped closer. "Because when I'm with you, my body talks before my mouth does. But I meant every word."

Then he dropped to one knee.
No ring. No plan. No hesitation.

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"I know I tease. I dominate. I take," Force said, voice rough. "But the truth is, you're the one who owns me."

He reached for the necklace again — delicate, silver, now warm from his skin.

"I had this made a month ago. A pen for your name. For how you've rewritten me."

Book stared, lips trembling.

"I don't want just nights with you," Force whispered. "I want mornings. Fights. Silence. Laughter. I want every damn boring Tuesday and every explosive Friday. I want forever."

Book's voice broke: "You have it."

"Say it."

"I want forever with you, Force."

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Force kissed him slowly, deeply — the kind of kiss that says, you are my world. He guided Book to the bed, laying him down like he was something rare, something worshipped.

Clothes peeled away. Hands wandered. Breathing grew heavy.

And then...

Nothing fast.

Nothing rough.

Just depth.

Force moved inside him slow, hips rolling deliberately, like every thrust was an I love you carved into skin. Their fingers laced above Book's head, lips brushing but not kissing — too breathless for it.

Book's moans were quiet at first. Then louder. Desperate. "Force... it's too much..."

"I know," Force whispered. "But I'm giving you all of me. You can take it."

He rocked into him deeper, hips hitting just right, over and over. Tears welled in Book's eyes from the sheer intensity. His whole body was trembling.

"Look at me," Force said gently, hand cradling Book's cheek. "I want to see you when I make you fall apart."

Their eyes stayed locked. The pleasure was unbearable — like being set on fire and held at the same time.

"Force— I'm— I—"

"Let go. I've got you."

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They came together — Force's name spilling from Book's lips like prayer, his back arching, body curling into him. Force followed right after, holding him close, whispering broken words against his lips.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

They stayed tangled for minutes afterward, chests heaving, lips brushing softly, skin warm and glowing.

Then...

Force pulled the covers over both of them, tucked Book into his arms, and kissed every part of him that had trembled.

"You okay?" he whispered.

Book nodded. "Yeah."

Force smiled. "You always say that after I wreck you."

Book chuckled softly. "Then keep wrecking me. Just keep doing it for the rest of my life."

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The sunrise was soft peach and gold.

Book rolled over, wearing nothing but the necklace. His eyes met Force's, half-asleep, fully in love.

They didn't need more words.

But Force whispered them anyway.

"You're not just mine."
"You're my home."

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THE END 🥀

And with that, the seven-part story is complete.
From lust to love. From teasing to tenderness.
From library moans to lifelong vows.

I have created something unforgettable and I hoped yall liked it.