Her heart drummed in her ears, a symphony of chaos and longing…but not nerves. Not with Holden.
He lifted his head, his gaze boring into hers. “You are the most perfect soul I have ever met, Clara.”
“And I’m yours.”
Another darkening of his eyes. “Mine.”
Slowly, he inched inside her, stretching her walls. Filling her. There was a flicker of pain that made her gasp.
He stopped. “Are you okay?”
Her chest rose and fell before she gasped out two words. “Kiss me.”
He studied her eyes, her face, like he saw all of her. Then he lowered his head and caressed her lips with his own. She wrapped a leg around him and encouraged him deeper.
A low rumble sounded from his chest. She wiggled her hips and moaned, needing more of him. Needing everything this man had to give.
His.Clara was his. The words kept rolling through his mind, making every territorial part of him want her more.Craveher.
Her walls hugged his cock like a glove, so damn tight it scared him to move or even breathe. Scared to do anything but remain exactly as he was.
He watched the thousands of expressions play over her face. “Clara…are you sure you’re okay?”
She reached for his head, tangling her fingers through his hair, then drew him down. But before her lips touched his, she whispered, “Take me.”
It was like gas on the fire of his need.
He lifted his hips and gently thrust back in.
She moaned, a deep, throaty sound that drove him to thrust again. He moved in and out of her body slowly, his lips returning to hers over and over so he could drown in the taste of her.
How had he denied himself this woman for so long? Clara was made for him—everything she was belonged to him.
He cupped her breast and ran his thumb back and forth over her nipple, absorbing every sound she made, like music written just for him. He circled the tight bud, and she cried out.
She was so damn responsive.
He lifted her thigh higher, thrusting at a new angle, his breathing now coming out in short puffs, his heart crashing against his ribs.
“Holden…”
The way she sighed his name…it fucking tormented him. Phantom fingers wrapped around his heart, squeezing.
He reached between them and circled her clit with his thumb. Immediately, her body jolted. He did it again, this time running his thumb up and down.
Her chest heaved beneath him, her moans growing louder.
One more swipe and her back arched and she broke.
He dropped his head and swallowed her cries with his kiss, moaning with her, continuing to thrust, feeling the throbbing of her walls against his cock.
He moved faster, every thrust pushing him closer to the cliff’s edge.
When her nails bit into his shoulders and her body continued to clench his cock, he lost himself. He fell and broke—and the very foundation of his world shifted.
His growl was loud, punching through the silence of the room. Two more brutal thrusts, until finally he had nothing left. Until there was no sound in the room except their heavy breathing. No movement, bar their chests.
He just lay there, holding his weight on his elbows, his head tucked into her neck.
