“Noelle,” he groans out a warning.
Turning my head, I kiss the very tip, fascinated when the thick muscle jumps in response. Letting go of his thighs, I grip his balls in one hand while holding his jutting cock in the other. Tenderly, I close my lips around the head while moving my hand to jerk up and down.
Everything is slow, soft, exploring. Until his hips begin to move. Grasping a fistful of my hair, Holden fucks into my mouth in the same way he would my pussy. My core pulses with the need to feel him between my legs.
“Christ, baby. Tighten those lips.” I do as he instructs. Being the novice here, I follow his direction since he knows what he likes more than I do...for now. Sucking him as far back in my throat as I can, I tilt my head back so he slides deeper. “Swallow,” he hisses, and I do. “Fuck, I’m going to come. Devour me, baby; take everything I unload on you.”
Pulling my head farther back, I meet his eyes, which burn with a fire far more profound than I ever imagined, as I feel the first splash of him hitting the back of my throat. I savor him as he continues to stream into my mouth, suctioning around his thickness as he plunges as far inside of me as I'm able to take him.
“Fuck, Noelle. Fuck.” His eyes shut, and the hold in my hair loosens as he relaxes slightly. Releasing him from my mouth, I lick my lips, loving the salty taste of him on my tongue.
Offering a hand, Holden helps me to my feet. His mouth crashes down on mine, and his body pins me to the wall as he consumes me. Tongues clash, his hands roam down my body. He grips my ass cheeks in his palms and picks me up, carrying me to the bed.
We drop down without breaking contact, and my thighs fall to the sides for him. I’m soaked to my core with this consuming need for Holden, and as he rubs his cock against my folds, I can feel him growing.
“I wanted to be gentle,” he groans as I grasp his hair, pulling enough that I know he feels the pinch. “I wanted to make love to you because, Noelle, you deserve far more than a beast like me.”
Throat tight, I lick my lips. “What if what I deserve isn’t really what I want? What if what I want is a man who can take everything from me and still give me exactly what he thinks I deserve?”
“You better be fucking talking about me.” He bites my neck and my back arches. “Because if you aren’t, I’m going to kill someone again.”
Butterflies erupt in my belly. Tilting his head so I can see his eyes, I ask, “How many have you killed?”
His lips roll against his teeth as his eyes darken. “I can’t tell you that until you’re my wife.” Hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, Holden pummels into my core. Pain and pleasure mix as he remains still. “Because then, if I get caught, they can’t make you talk. And I refuse to keep secrets from my woman.”
“Do you love me?” I ask him because it almost sounds like he’s proposing, but the words aren't right.
“Love?” He barks out a laugh as his hips pull back. “Love doesn’t compare to what I feel for you. Love can’t understand how much I want and need you.”
Dragging his face down, I instigate the kiss this time. I bite his lip, suck his tongue into my mouth, and just when he’s about to regain the control I love, I pull away. The lust written on his face makes him appear angry, but I see the desire, the want, the need, the emotion so much stronger than love, written across every inch of his body.
“Yes,” I moan when his hips move with such brutal force I can’t see straight. “Yes, Holden.”
“I didn’t ask.” He smirks. I quirk a brow in challenge. “Oh, it was happening, anyways.” My walls tighten with an impending orgasm, and he groans.
Tension draws my entire body taut as his thrusting grows wilder, rougher, more out of control. Until we’re both panting and so lost in the throes of passion that my orgasm ignites into rapid-fire fireworks, exploding through my frame.
Languid and satiated, Holden flips me over, taking even more of what he wants, and I can't say no, even if I want to.
* * *
Holden
Covered in blood and sweat and exuding testosterone like I’m roided up, I can’t stop fucking Noelle. She’s far more perfect than I ever thought. Having her beneath me, accepting of the killer within, the beast never far below the surface, I don’twantto stop. Not until she’s mine. On paper, in blood, written in the fucking stars.
Noelle Rose is my woman, and tonight, I proved it. I slew her fucking demons like the toads they were, and I came home for my prize, expecting to have to fight her to stay. Instead, she thanked me. She sucked my dick until I couldn’t see straight, and then she told me yes.
I didn’t lie when I told her what I felt for her was far more than love.
I love my parents, my sister, my cousins.
But Noelle? It’s more. So much more than I can adequately explain. She’s mine. It’s as simple and complicated as that. And in turn, I’m hers.
“You know what this pussy does to me?” I turn her head with a grip of her chin. Her eyes filled with pleasure as she smiles up at me. “Sanctuary, Noelle, you’re my sanctuary.” Unexpectedly, her hips jut back into me, forcing my cock deeper, and I let go. Again.
Unloading inside her cunt, washing her walls with my cum, is my undoing. Collapsing on top of her, I kiss along her jaw until I capture her mouth. Slipping to her side, I turn her body until we’re face-to-face.
“You know I’m never letting you go, right?” She smiles. “I’m keeping you and Sawyer, and by the end of the year, I’m going to plant another baby in your belly.” Her eyes widen with shock, and I shoot her a serious look. “Go to sleep. I’m going to shower. We’ll talk more later.”