Tangled in Vows (Tangled & Torn #2)

31. Holden

Chapter 31

Holden

Day 1105 without you: I miss your hugs. You always felt so right in my arms.

H er nipple slips out of my mouth.

Fuck me.

Why was what she just said so hot?

I brush my hands over her full tits, descending her soft belly, and around her hips to cup her ass and haul her to me.

“Oh, baby, you know I can’t say no to a challenge.”

She bites the corner of her lip. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

A deep rumble sounds in my throat. “Trust me, I can’t wait to feel your pussy clamp around my cock when you scream my name.”

Olivia pushes her chest against mine. Her hands trail up my neck and into my hair, tugging at it until her mouth finds mine in a hungry kiss. She digs her nails into my scalp, dragging me closer like every millimeter of space between us is too much. I love that the weight of her longing is so palpable I can feel it in the air around me.

The memory of my confession tries to claw its way into this moment. How can she still want me after knowing what kind of monster lives within me? After learning what I’m capable of and what I did?

All this time, I wanted to protect her from that darkness. But I’ve longed to be with her for so long that I’m too weak and selfish to deny her what she wants.

Olivia whimpers, and I force the uncertainty away. Something that feels this good and right could never be a mistake. We’ll figure out the rest later.

I press my hands into her dark tresses, tilting her head for better access to that delectable mouth. “I can’t get enough of you. I will never get enough of you.”

Our breaths are loud and jittery while I run my hands down her back to cup her ass. I love that there’s so much of it, and it’s all mine.

I pull her ass cheeks apart, and Olivia gasps. As soon as I reach the curve where her butt meets her thighs, her head falls to the side, offering me her neck to suck on.

Her skin is warmer now under my touch and back to its normal color. However, the urge to check with her is impossible to resist. “Are you still cold?”

Her eyelids move slowly as if it takes effort to focus on me and my question. “No, I’m good.”

I lick my lips, watching the water trail down her gorgeous body. “Right fucking answer.”

I shut off the shower and drag her across the bathroom without allowing her to react.

Olivia squeals, “Holden. What are you doing?”

I march us into the bedroom, depositing her on the bed. Then I just stare at her. “There. You look even better in my bed than I imagined. Absolutely perfect.”

Olivia shakes her head and squirms but doesn’t say anything.

My cock weeps for her, and I give it a few hard strokes. “Now, open those legs for me.”

She hesitates, but to my surprise, it’s only for a second, and then she lets her legs fall to either side.

Unable to deny myself a taste of her, I surge between her thighs and lick her once from her entrance to her clit. My eyes close, my brain understanding that if I can’t keep it together, I’m going to turn into a teen and blow my load on the duvet.

I lick her again, and she arches her back.

A sinful moan fills my ears. Fuck. I’m already addicted to the noises she makes.

And to her taste.

I lock gazes with her, and when her eyelids are about to flutter closed, I say, “Eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch me devour this wet little pussy.”

“Holden, I . . . I . . .”

I repeat the motion with my tongue, smiling as it steals the air from her lungs for the second time in a row.

“What is it, Hurricane?”

I shift my focus to the smooth skin on the side, gently sucking at it. Allowing her to collect her thoughts and tell me what’s on her mind. When it comes to us, I always want to know what she’s thinking, especially during sex. I want to know every dirty fantasy she has, every like and dislike, so I know how far to push her for maximum pleasure. I want her dripping wet and begging for me and my cock.

“No one’s . . . I’ve never done this before.”

I pause, not sure I heard her correctly. “No one’s ever gone down on you?”

She shakes her head. “I’m not very experienced. I’ve had sex before but never particularly loved it.” She averts her gaze. “Sorry.”

The hairs on the back of my neck rise, and I wonder if I need to kill someone else for making her feel this way. I sit back on my haunches and gently touch her knee, wanting to make her more comfortable but unable to stay away entirely. “Don’t ever apologize for telling me the truth, okay? This is as much for you as it is for me, so I need to know what feels good and what doesn’t. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

The word comes out shaky, but I don’t blame her. Even as a guy, I understand the vulnerability of this.

“And if you want to stop, we stop. No questions asked. Do you understand?”

There’s a shimmer in her eyes that wasn’t there before. My hands drop to my sides and curl into fists.

I just fucked this up, didn’t I?

She blinks quickly several times. “I’m sorry I ruined the moment.”

“No, baby. I’m sorry. I should have asked first.” Moving up the bed, I lie beside her and pull her into my arms. Cradling the back of her head. Feeling her chest move against mine. Enjoying the feel of her naked skin everywhere it touches me, of just being able to be this close to her.

My dick twitches, and I cringe. “Sorry, ignore him. He’s still excited.”

“Is he?” Olivia whispers near my ear, her soft lips grazing my skin.

I chuckle. “I told you, you didn’t ruin anything. I’m slightly obsessed with you, and now that I’ve seen you naked, my dick will have a hard time behaving around you. I apologize.”

Her breath blows over my neck, and I hear her inhale. “You smell so good.”

“Oh yeah?” A lump forms in my throat.

She leans closer and presses her lips against the column of my throat. And then she licks me. She fucking licks me and hums while she does it.

“Hurricane.” Her name comes out as a low warning.

She hums again, but it sounds more like a question this time.

“Baby, I’m trying to be good here and give you the room and time you need. We don’t have to do anything right now. I can wait.”

“Do you want to wait?”

“Fuck no.”

The words slip past my filter, and she grins.

“So you’re good if I tell you I want to return to what you did before I opened my big mouth?” She peeks at me through her lashes.

My brain takes a second to catch up. “You want me to lick your pussy again?”

The flush creeps into her cheeks, and I watch in fascination. Then this sexy minx takes her plush lip between her teeth and nods.

I cup her cheeks and tilt her chin up. “I’ll happily eat you out all day long if you want me to, baby. You say the word, and I’ll be there for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

My lips find hers, and I show her in great detail what I plan on doing to her pussy soon. Once we part, we’re both out of breath, and Olivia’s eyes are glazed over. The lust is so evident in her eyes, my cock leaks precum.

I kiss my way down her body, pausing at her chest to massage her breasts. To suck on them and flick her taut nipples. “Your tits are absolute perfection. I’ll have dreams about them.”

“Hold.”

I’m unsure if her blush darkens because she’s embarrassed or needy. Maybe both. Either way, it looks good on her, and I love putting that color in her cheeks.

Spurred on, I go back to my earlier position between her legs. Watching her, I say, “I want to hear you every time you enjoy something, okay? If you’re quiet, I assume it’s not your thing. Got that, beautiful?”

“Yes.”

Her answer turns into a low moan when I lick her the way she enjoyed earlier. I keep my eyes on her the entire time, switching between licking, sucking, and nibbling. Seconds later, her back bows off the bed, allowing me to snake my hands underneath her. I grab her ass and show her how she can grind against me.

“Oh my God. Holden. Please don’t stop, please don’t . . . oh.”

There we go.

I keep my tongue exactly where it is and let her move so I can push a finger deep inside her. She’s so wet I slip inside without any issues, adding a second one.

My hips have a mind of their own, rubbing against the comforter for friction.

Her inner walls pulse around my fingers, and I know she’s close. I want to tell her what a good job she’s doing and to keep going, but I don’t want to risk pulling her out of this state. I want her to come on my tongue right now. I need her to.

But I hum my approval, which makes her grip on my hair even more demanding. The sting of it only increases my desire for her.

“Fuck, Holden. Oh my God. Fuck, yes.”

Her words turn into mutters. Her mutters turn into moans.

I forget to breathe, completely enthralled by the sight of her coming. Her parted lips. Her flushed skin and glazed-over eyes. I’m utterly spellbound, nothing more than a spectator who’s allowed to witness something magical.

She could destroy me, and I’d welcome it.

Once her orgasm ebbs, she collapses to the bed, her limbs falling to the sides. After taking my fill of her, I lick her clit one more time and kiss my way up her body, enjoying the warmth radiating off her soft skin.

Her eyes are on me when I reach her face, and the sight of it stuns me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this relaxed and blissed out before. Not during our drunken nights or the times we chilled together. It’s fascinating.

“You did so good, Hurricane.” I seal my lips to hers, letting her taste the remnants of herself on my tongue.

My dick is almost uncontrollable at this point, rubbing against her leg as if it wants to embed itself into her skin.

Olivia gasps, “I . . . I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

“Oh, baby, you have no idea. Just say the word, and I’ll gladly eat your pussy again. I’ll never get enough of your sweet cunt.”

She huffs a laugh. “Stop it.”

“I’ll never stop telling you how good you taste, how obsessed I am with your tits, or how I want to sink my fingers into your ass. If it were up to me, you’d never wear clothes again, and I’d feast on you all day long.”

She slaps a hand over her eyes. “Oh my God.”

“Remember, no hiding from me.” The words leave my mouth in a hoarse whisper, lodging themselves deep in my chest.

Damn this woman.

The hand disappears, and she looks at me. Indecision is written all over her face because she knows I was talking about more than just this instant.

The gravitational force that connects me to her has me in a chokehold, and her beauty and everything that is her are wrapped tightly around me.

But the voice in my head is still loud enough to slip through.

Is she willing to take a chance on me?

Am I enough?