Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Holly
Chance devours me with greedy eyes as we tear away what little clothing we have left. His gaze burns into my skin for precisely three seconds as I stand before him in only my thigh-high socks and glasses.
That’s all it takes—he’s on me, his mouth slanting hot and desperate over mine, fingers tangling in my hair like he’s afraid to let go. His body presses into me, swallowing me whole, and all I can do is hold on for dear life.
Muscles roll and flex under my hands as he marches me backward, step by deliberate step until my knees hit the edge of the bed.
A low, dark groan rumbles from his chest, vibrating into my mouth when my nails scrape lightly over his skin, teasing him just enough to feel his restraint fray.
He doesn’t just crawl over me—he stalks me like prey, deliberate and unrelenting, until he’s exactly where he belongs, nestled between my splayed legs. His hand clamps onto my hips, strong and possessive, dragging me up onto his thighs like he can’t stand even a sliver of space between us.
Looming over me, his shadow stealing my breath, and all I can do is marvel at him. I barely register the sound of him tearing open a condom. By the time I realize he protected us both, he’s already reaching for the hammer hooked over the headboard, claiming it like a vow.
Soldier boy is bringing the hammer from now on, because this?
This is the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
His forearm flexes as he adjusts his grip—his body taut with restrained power—the head of his cock brushing my entrance, teasing me with every deliberate move.
I look up at him, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it might crack my ribs. For all his intensity, it’s the tenderness in his eyes that steals my breath—the unspoken promise that this moment isn’t just about his pleasure but about us.
“Ready, baby?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, the rasp sending shivers straight down my spine. His thumb drags over my bottom lip, slow and deliberate, a tease and a question all in one.
“Do your worst, soldier boy.” My teeth sink into the pad of his thumb, and his pupils blow wide, raw hunger flashing through his gaze so fiercely it steals the air from my lungs.
His hips surge forward, his cock driving into me with one hard, definitive thrust.
Pleasure teeters on the edge of pain, the explosion deep and all-consuming. Thick and heavy, he forces me to accommodate every inch, aiming a week’s worth of frustration and unspent restraint at me in a punishment so hot it sends me reeling.
My gasps come wild and ragged, every punishing thrust delivering that perfect, mind-shattering stretch and fullness.
There’s no room to adjust, no reprieve. He withdraws almost completely, only to slam back into me, the hammer a taut anchor in his grip. His rhythm–a rolling plunge and drag, retreating just enough to pull me apart all over again. My hands fly to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as he takes more—takes everything—with ruthless, possessive strokes.
Closer.
I need to be closer.
All the places he loves to claim on me—behind my ear, along my throat, the ridge of my shoulders—they call to me now, begging to be marked in return.
Hooking my hands behind his neck, I climb, meeting him chest to chest, my breasts pressed to his rock-hard frame. Every brush of my nipples against the dusting of hair on his skin sends sharp jolts of heat straight through me.
But it’s not enough.
When he tightens his arm around me, pulling me closer with a low, primal growl, it still isn’t enough.
My hand snakes through his hair, fingers twisting as I tug his head back and lean in, grazing the sensitive spot just behind his ear. He jerks, his arm squeezing tight, a shudder ripping through him and into me.
Oh—oh. I—wow.
My tongue trails along the column of his throat, over the bob of his Adam’s apple, licking my way to the underside of his jaw. His jagged groan vibrates against my lips, spurring me on.
His thrusts grow more erratic, each one hitting harder, rougher. The power of driving him to this point, of unraveling him completely, only makes me want to push him further over the edge.
Clinging to him, the salt of his skin still heavy on my tongue, I sink my teeth into the ridge of his shoulder, desperate to anchor myself.
He jerks, a ragged groan ripping from his chest as his hips slam into me harder, wilder.
“Fuck, Holly,” he snarls, his hand digging into my hip. His movements turn erratic, each thrust harder than the last, leaving me gasping and clawing at his back.
I’ll never be the same after this—not when every brutal thrust feels like he’s tearing me apart and reshaping me from the inside out.
Not when the raw, unfiltered need in his eyes burns through me, stripping away everything I thought I knew about sex and intimacy. Rewriting it all with him at the center.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes in the room, loud and primal, a rhythm that pulls me under. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dig my heels into his taut ass, urging him deeper, needing more, all of him.
The pressure coiling inside me winds tighter and tighter with every relentless stroke, every driving thrust. His mouth finds mine, hot and desperate, his kiss as consuming as the way he moves inside me.
When he finally abandons my swollen lips, his mouth devours my throat, trailing heat down to my collarbone, leaving me gasping.
His hands roam to my breasts, his mouth finding one nipple, sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth. The drag of his teeth sends a shock straight through me, and just as I’m about to lose myself in the teasing pleasure, he surges into me again.
Hard. Demanding. Relentless.
And fuck me, I want it all.
Despite his iron grip on the hammer, the headboard bangs against the wall with each powerful surge. The more he looks into my eyes, the more erratic his movements become until the composed, regimented GI Joe I’ve always known dissolves into a man-consumed.
All guttural snarls and fractured control, he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You’re mine,” he growls, the possessive claim making my walls clench hard around him.
“I’m gonna ruin you for any other man. This pussy, the socks, Otis—” His hand skims the valley between my breasts, coming to rest over my racing heart, his eyes blazing. “And this? It all belongs to me.”
His dominance, his tenderness, his sheer intensity—it’s too much. It crashes over me in waves, and I tumble over the edge with a cry, my vision whiting out as pleasure takes me. Each pulse of release expands and consumes, leaving me wrecked and growing all at once.
There’s no recovering from this fall. There’s only Chance—relentless and tender, keeping me suspended in this place of reeling, unending pleasure.
Even as he takes me with a ferocity that leaves me gasping for air, his touches are threaded with love. The way his fingers brush a stray lock of hair from my face, lingering against my cheek. The soft kisses he presses to my neck, my collarbone, my lips, reverent even as his pace drives me wild.
“So beautiful, my Holly,” he murmurs.
I whimper as he hits that perfect spot inside me, over and over, the pressure swelling, throbbing, dancing on the edge of pain. Sparks shoot through me, curling my toes and leaving me clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping me from shattering completely.
He growls, his grip on the hammer tightening as his thrusts grow rougher, more desperate, each one chasing the release we both need. “Let go, baby,” he rasps, his hand cupping my chin as he leans in, his voice a low, sinful command. “Choke my cock with that boss bitch pussy of yours—one more time.”
And then I’m gone. Tumbling, spiraling, breaking apart as my orgasm consumes me completely, unapologetically. My vision blurs, my body shakes, and waves of unrelenting pleasure flood every nerve, making me cry out his name.
I can’t tear my eyes from his as it happens—watching him watch me, his gaze full of raw, animalistic satisfaction as I fall apart around him.
Until his jaw goes slack, his body jerks, and with a ferocious, guttural shout, he follows me over the edge. His cock pulses inside me, and I feel him give me every piece of himself, no holding back, no restraint.
We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync like they’ve always meant to be this way. He gathers me close, his arms strong and warm, holding me like he never intends to let go.
As I catch my breath, my cheek resting against his chest, I know—this is it. Right here, in his arms, is exactly where I’m meant to be.