“Heal me, Holt,” I breathe, the weight I’ve carried for years finally lifting. “Put me out of my misery.”
TWENTY-THREE
SELENE
I fully expect Holt to tear my leggings and bra from my body, but he moves excruciatingly slow. He laps his tongue again, licking another tear from my cheek, making me shiver as I tilt my head against the wall. I’m delirious with pleasure, aching to have him inside me. I want him to take this pain away, to rid me of the fear that’s crippled me for ten years.
Holt falls to his knees in front of me. His hands rest at my hips as I cradle his face, pulling him to look up at me. His blue eyes have softened, and it feels like I’ve crashed down to earth from the heavens.
“I’m so sorry, Holt,” I whisper with labored breathing. “I do hate that I hurt you.”
“Don’t, Wallflower.” He leans forward and presses his lips to my lower stomach as he wraps his fingers around the waist of my leggings and starts to slowly peel them away. “Don’t apologize for holding your word to your best friend. You keeping this secret only shows me how deep your loyalty runs. You have a big heart, Selene. You shouldn’t be afraid of it.”
“Holt,” I breathe, tears still forming in my eyes. “I need to tell you?—”
“No,” he cuts me off, pulling my leggings down and over the curve of my ass, then down my legs. “Now’s not the time for words. Let me worship you in other ways. We can talk later.”
My back arches from the wall the second his tongue slips between my folds, finding my clit. His arms stretch up to palm my breasts while my hands fly to the back of his head, gripping his hair. I tug and pull, reveling in the assault of his mouth on me.
My toes curl against the carpet, and I can’t help rolling my hips with Holt’s mouth. He works me roughly, then gently, never once using his hands to move inside me. There’s only his mouth, tasting and teasing me. He bites on my swollen, aching clit, then soothes it with his soft, unrelenting tongue.
“Fuck, Holt,” I moan, squeezing my eyes shut.
His hands work over my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my peaked nipples poking through my bra. His tongue works furiously against me, allowing me to reach my orgasm. I crest over the edge, crying out his name as tiny bursts of electricity explode all over my body.
Once I’ve slowed my breathing enough to catch it, Holt is pulling himself to a stand. “I need your mouth, Wallflower.”
With more fevered measure, he grips the back of my head and crashes his mouth to mine. His tongue moves furiously, as if he’s using every ounce of what he can give to let me know exactly how he feels. My tears may have begun to dry, but the feelings inside me multiply. It’s a terrifying, exhilarating sensation, and I realize this is the moment I’m truly in love with Holt Capuleti, and I have been for a long time.
“I need more than just your mouth,” he rasps. “Fuck, Wallflower. You’re a masterpiece. I need you.” His lips moves across my jaw, down the length of my neck. He nips and kisses, dragging his teeth across my skin. We’re both panting, skin hot, and desperate for relief.
“I needyou, Holt.” I pull his face up.
He blows out a sharp breath and then I’m scrambling to shove his suit jacket over his shoulders. I untuck his shirt and unbuckle his belt. Keeping our mouths locked, he shoves the rest of his pants down and steps out of them, his rock-hard cock springing free.
I lift my bra over my head and toss it with the rest of our clothes.
I’ve barely caught my breath when he’s gripping the back of my knee and lifting my leg over his hip, opening me up. Then he’s driving himself so hard and so deep, I’m left gasping. My mouth falls open, and my head drops back against the wall.
Gripping the back of my knee, he continues to thrust himself in and out of me, burying his face into my chest, wrapping his lips around my nipple. I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends as he pounds into me harder and faster.
He grunts and groans, sweat building on his skin. I moan, feeling myself reaching another orgasm. This one is more powerful than the one from just his tongue. It’s full on, unyielding pleasure. The kind I can’t ignore. Bigger than any other I’ve had.
“Right there, Holt.” I moan, heat pooling in my lower stomach. “Oh, God, yes. Don’t stop.” I tighten my leg over Holt’s waist, pinning him to me. I feel my walls contracting around his length as he slides in and out of me. Three more thrusts, and I’m coming again.
Only a few more, and he’s freezing, his body twitching against me. His head falls to my shoulder as his hand grips onto my waist, keeping me in place.
I’m still panting and catching my breath when he lifts his head and kisses me.
Before it’s even hit me, I find myself smiling against Holt’s mouth. I lower my leg from around his waist.
“What is it?” He pulls away, his now sweat-slicked brow drawing together.
“It’s nothing.” I giggle. “I just thought you’d give me a few spankings, considering the secret I kept from you.”
He gives me a devilish grin. “There’s still time for that.”
“Good,” I practically sing. “I could use a shower first, though.”
