Without a second thought, I stepped into him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close. He exhaled shakily, his arms circling me, holding me as if I was the only thing keeping him grounded. I could feel the tension leaving his body, the weight of his fear lifting as I pressed myself against him.
He leaned back slightly, his eyes searching mine, and then he kissed me—soft, tentative, like he was still afraid I’d change my mind. But I didn’t. I kissed him back, my fingers trailing up hischest, holding onto him like he was the one thing in the world keeping me steady.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with something so tender it made my heart ache. “I love you, Mylo. Every part of you. And I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”
I closed my eyes, pressing my face against his chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I knew I was home.
“I love you too, Holden,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “And I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.”
When we finally pulled apart, I looked up at him, my breath coming in short, shaky bursts. My heart raced, but I knew exactly what I wanted. “I want you, Holden,” I whispered, the words barely audible. “All of you. Claim me. Make me yours.”
His eyes darkened, flickering with a storm of emotions—desire, love, fear. For a moment, he hesitated, as if weighing the gravity of what I was asking. Then, his gaze softened, filled with nothing but devotion.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, his voice low, reverent.
I nodded, my pulse thrumming in my ears as I bared my neck to him, exposing the vulnerable skin. “I’m sure. I trust you.”
He let out a shaky breath, his lips brushing over my skin—soft and warm. He kissed me there, his breath hot against my neck, and I closed my eyes, a shiver running through me. Then I felt his teeth—a sharp sting as they sank into my skin—and a rush of warmth flooded through me. It was strange and overwhelming, like I was finally whole.
When he pulled back, his eyes glowed, locked on mine, and for a second, it was like nothing else existed. He leaned in, kissing me deeply, and I felt everything in that kiss—the promise, the commitment. He was mine, and I was his, and nothing else mattered.
We moved inside, our hands never leaving each other, the world shrinking down to just us. Before I knew it, we were in his bedroom. Holden stood close, his hands skimming under my shirt, slowly pushing it up and off. The way he looked at me—like I was something sacred—made me tremble. My shirt hit the floor, and his hands were on me again, warm and sure, like he couldn’t stand the distance between us.
His lips brushed against mine, down my neck, and over my shoulders. Holden was everywhere, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
The moment his mouth claimed mine, I gasped, the kiss igniting something deep in my chest. He kissed me like he’d been waiting for this moment forever. His tongue tangled with mine, and his hands traced slow, deliberate patterns along my back, sending goosebumps trailing in their wake. When he nibbled my ear, a soft, needy sound escaped me before I could stop it. His touch was light, teasing, but it carried a weight—a claim that held me in place. I arched into him, needing more.
His mouth drifted lower, leaving kisses down my neck. He lingered at the bite mark, kissing and sucking, making it sting and pulse with every beat of my heart. My thoughts scrambled, and I was nothing but a mess of need, his mouth working magic on my body. My head tipped back, and for a moment, it felt like I could come from that alone.
Holden kissed his way lower, dragging his lips down my chest and stomach. When he reached the waistband of my pants, he paused, glancing up at me through hooded eyes. The weight of his gaze burned through me, leaving me breathless.
He tugged my pants down slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world. When his breath ghosted over me—barely brushing the tip—I trembled, a soft whimper escaping as his mouth finally wrapped around me.
My hips jerked off the bed at the feel of him sucking me, chasing the heat of his mouth. Every pass of his tongue, every deliberate tease, pushed me deeper into the haze of pleasure. His hands slid over my ass, firm and possessive.
By the time Holden shifted between my legs, I was half-gone, lost in the feel of him. When he pushed into me—slow and deliberate—I thought I’d come undone right then and there. The stretch of him filled me in ways I hadn’t known I needed. My head hit the pillow, a ragged moan slipping past my lips as he slid deeper, his eyes locked on mine. They burned with heat and something heavier—something that saidminewithout a single word.
Each slow thrust had me teetering on the edge of something I couldn’t name. Then he picked up the pace, and the world narrowed to the sound of our bodies moving together—the slap of skin on skin, the creak of the bed, and our gasps filling the space between us. My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little crescents behind, clinging to him like he was my anchor. He kept hitting that spot inside me that sent fireworks behind my lids, driving me closer to the edge until I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.
I clutched at his hair, dragging him down into a messy kiss. His mouth met mine with the same frantic energy, tongues tangling as we fed off each other’s need. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in my body, and when I finally let go—when I shattered around him, muscles clenching hard—I saw stars. A desperate sound escaped me as the orgasm ripped through me, waves of pleasure crashing so hard they left me shaking beneath him.
“You are mine,” Holden whispered against my neck, his voice rough and possessive. Then his teeth sank into the same spot, the sharp bite heightening everything. Pain and pleasure wove together, leaving me breathless. I shivered hard, pressing intohim, moaning against his skin as he sucked at the bite, drawing out every last bit of sensation until I was trembling all over again.
He didn’t stop. His hips kept moving, each thrust harder, deeper, driving me past every limit. I clung to him like he was the only thing keeping me grounded, holding on for dear life as we found a rhythm that felt primal and desperate. It wasn’t just sex—it was more than that. With every thrust, every grip of his hands on my hips, it felt like something permanent was being etched into me.
When Holden finally let go—when he came with a low growl that rumbled deep in his chest—I felt it everywhere. The heat of him filled me, and my body tightened around him in response. A second orgasm hit me out of nowhere, just as intense as the first, leaving me gasping beneath him.
Holden’s thrusts grew erratic, his movements wild and uncoordinated as he rode out his release. His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me close, and I didn’t care how messy or desperate we were—it felt perfect.
When he flipped us so I was on top, his cock still buried deep inside me, I’d never felt so stretched, so complete. Our foreheads touched, and his dark eyes locked on mine, the promise we’d made reflected in their depths.
When he finally slipped free, I slumped against him, weak and satisfied in ways I hadn’t known were possible. Holden wrapped his arms around me, pressing soft kisses to my temple, my cheeks, my neck. I sighed contentedly, nuzzling into him, savoring the warmth of his skin against mine.
“You are mine,” he whispered again, softer this time, his lips brushing against mine.
And I believed him.
We barely caught our breath before Holden slid back inside me, making love to me slowly this time. His touch was reverent,like he was worshipping every part of me. And I let him. I let myself feel everything—the love, the connection, the belonging.
