44. Olivia
Chapter 44
Olivia
When will I feel better? When will there be light?
I n our bedroom, Holden walks me straight into the bathroom and starts the bath.
I drag the hem of my shirt up, but Holden intervenes, taking my hands and softly brushing his lips against my knuckles.
Butterflies erupt low in my belly at the gesture.
He wraps his hand around my chin, forcing my gaze up. “For better or worse. In sickness and health. I’m here. Let me take care of you. Please.”
How could I ever say no to this? To this man? Knowing what he’s done for me, fully grasping the lengths he’d go to ensure my safety and well-being. It’s made it pretty impossible to deny him anything.
He thinks I haven’t noticed the dark circles under his eyes or the way he brushes off his nightmares because he doesn’t want me to worry. But I do. Of course I worry. I always will. And if I can soothe his fears and take care of him by letting him take care of me, so be it. It feeds my soul too.
He’s my husband, the other half of my soul, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. I’d kill for him the same way he’s killed for me.
“Help me out of these clothes? Please?” I soften my voice, telling him everything he needs to know. I submit so he can take over. So he can find some relief by being in control.
He takes his time, savoring every moment, delighting in every inch of newly exposed skin from slowly stripping me down. His gaze never leaves mine when I sink into the hot water or when he sheds his clothes. It’s my turn to brazenly watch him as he uncovers his thick muscles and beautiful tattoos, until he’s fully naked too.
Noticing my stare, he bites his lip and wraps his hand around his already hard cock, pumping a few times. “Are you hungry, baby?”
“For you?” My gaze stays on his hand and the way he strokes himself. “Always.”
He comes closer, and I twist toward the bathtub’s edge, wanting a taste.
“Open up, Hurricane.”
I comply, and he slides his thick length into my mouth until I gag. I close my eyes and hum around him, knowing the vibration in the back of my throat drives him crazy.
As if on cue, he groans, “Fucking hell, that feels so good. Swallow me deep, baby.”
So I do. I suck and lick until I have to slip my hand underneath the water to soothe my own arousal.
The motion doesn’t go unnoticed, and Holden immediately pulls out of me. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were aching? There will be plenty of time for you to choke on my cock later. Right now, let me have my meal.”
With that, he steps into the oversized tub, lowers himself to his knees between my legs, and lifts my lower half straight out of the water to his mouth with his hands under my butt.
That first contact of his mouth on my clit has me arching even more. “Oh my God.”
I mumble more incoherent words, and Holden laughs but never lets up. He continues to torture my clit with his skilled tongue, only stopping to suck the skin around my entrance.
The water laps at my weightless body like a caress, and I lean back my head.
Holden shifts me around and places one hand behind my lower back before using the other to plunge two of his thick fingers inside me. “Play with your gorgeous tits.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I squeeze both breasts and roll my thumbs over my hard nipples, gasping at the way my clit tingles in response.
“Imagine it’s my hands overflowing with those perfect tits. I’d massage them and lick those rosy nipples until they were so stiff I’d have to bite them. Pinch them.”
With my eyes closed, I let Holden’s words repeat in my head, doing what I can to simulate his actions. My ensuing moan manages to sound both exhilarating and needy.
Holden keeps pumping his fingers in and out, adding a third, his rhythm becoming more desperate by the second. “Look how good you follow my instructions, baby. Now be a good girl and come on my tongue, so I can flip you over the side of the tub and pound into you from behind so hard you’ll still feel me deep in your cunt tomorrow. I want that mouthwatering ass of yours high in the air, so I can watch your greedy pussy milk my cock.”
Every filthy word that comes out of his mouth makes me fly higher and higher. My clit pulses with need, wanting to jump over that edge so badly, and Holden knows that too.
“Now, Hurricane. Drip on my fingers.”
He latches on to my clit, moving his flat tongue over it with the perfect pressure for me to explode.
“Oh my God. Fuck.” The orgasm pulls me under, wave after wave of pleasure rocking through me. Spots appear behind my closed eyelids, and sparks spread throughout my body, bringing a flush of warmth with them. I feel feverish in the best possible way. Eventually, the shudders of pure ecstasy slow down, and I open my eyes.
Holden’s face is nothing but smugness and lust when he extracts his fingers and mouth. I don’t have enough time to mourn the emptiness because he does exactly what he promised. He flips me to my front so I’m over the edge of the tub with my upper body and nudges the thick, pierced head of his length into my entrance.
He feeds me his cock inch by inch, the stretch exquisite. I roll my lip between my teeth, my clit sparking to life again with this welcome intrusion. Pulsing. Expecting. Throbbing. I’m so full, I sigh in contentment.
I look over my shoulder at him as he begins to move. The hold he has on my hips is so tight it’s almost punishing. It’s perfect for the way his pelvis smacks against my ass over and over, his pace never letting up.
“No one is coming between us again, you hear me?” There’s a slight tremble in his voice.
Thrust.
“No one will try to take you away from me again.”
Thrust.
“You’re my wife.”
Thrust.
“You’re everything to me. My lifeline, my soul, my future.”
The backs of my eyes grow hot, and I try to swallow the thick emotion swirling in my throat.
Thrust.
“And I will love you in this lifetime and every other one that comes after.”
I scramble to be closer to him, but he won’t allow it. I can see it in the stubborn set of his jaw, he needs this. He needs to tell me in his own way that he won’t ever risk my safety or health because it’s the very last thing he’d ever want to do. That thought settles deep in my bones, bringing me such comfort, such pure joy and fulfillment that the second he smacks my clit with his palm, I’m done for.
I drag him over the edge with me, making us one for this euphoric moment.
Once we come down from our high, the hot water envelops us in a comforting embrace, and I rest my body against Holden’s.
The same melody as before enters my mind, adding a few more lines to the notes that have captured my muse.
My heart beats the same rhythm, as long as you’re by my side.
You’re my anchor while I’m drifting, the constant I hold tight.
In an incredibly fleeting world, you’re the tether to my soul.
The soothing strength I cling to when the waves take control.
You’re the peace beneath my chaos, my sanctuary at night.
The harbor during every storm, always balancing my tide.