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He swallowed hard, the empty pain he’d seen in her eyes still haunting him. “I have a lot to make up for, and today is only the start.” He undid his belt. “We have our whole lives.”
She smiled and undid her bra. “Oh, I plan to hold you to that. You can start by hurrying the hell up and getting over here…naked.”
He chuckled and dropped his pants. He headed toward her, his boxer briefs growing increasingly tight on his hard cock. Halfway there, he bent and picked up his belt, tossing it back and forth in his hands. “You know, you almost got your wish. But you forgot something.”
She rested against the door, hugging her unclasped bra to her chest. Her breaths quickened as she watched his hands. “What’s that?”
“I’m in charge.” He cradled the back of her neck possessively. “And I say when, and how, we fuck. No matter how much I love you.”
Her cheeks flushed. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her gently, and then spun her around so she faced the door. She rested her palms against it, spreading her legs slightly. “You know what happens to good girls…”
“They finish last?” she asked breathlessly.
“Not in my world.” He dropped to his knees behind her, kneading her bare ass. Leaning in, he kissed the spot right above her hip. “In my world, you always finish first.”
She curled her hands into fists against the door. “You keep saying that, but I’m still standing here…waiting…sir.”
“That’s because”—he lifted his hand and slapped her with the belt gently—“I’m taking my time. I have a lot to make up for, and I’ll be damned if I miss a damn thing.”
“Holt.” Squeezing her thighs together, she let out a strangled groan when he ran the belt between her legs, teasing, but not touching. “Now.”
“Patience, my love, patience.”
Pulling his wrist back, he brought the belt down on her smooth skin again, rubbing the sting away immediately after. Red suffused the pale skin, making his cock twitch even harder. He’d done that. Marked her. Made her his. Held onto her tightly.
And he was never letting go again.
He smacked her one more time with the leather belt before throwing it on the floor. With firm hands, he spun her again and sunk to his knees in front of her. Her smooth stomach was directly in front of him, so he placed a kiss right above the tiny patch of curls above her core. And then his mouth was on her, tasting her, and circling over her in wide, sweeping strokes.
She cried out and lifted a leg, resting it over his shoulder, and jerked on his hair. “Oh my—Holt.”
His tongue moved over her clit, sucking and pushing and licking until she was screaming out and writhing against the door. And when she came apart in his arms, he was there, holding her up. When she stopped shivering and shaking, he stood and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom.
After gently laying her down on the bed, he slid the last article of clothing he wore off and opened her nightstand. Closing his fist around a condom, he tore it open and rolled it on, never taking his gaze off her naked, glorious body. She curved in all the right places and dipped in the others.
She was perfection, and he’d never get sick of looking at her. Loving her. Touching her. Making her scream—both with pleasure and frustration.
A smile tipped up her lips. “You’re staring at me again.”
“Can you blame me?” He crawled up her body, dropping kisses every few inches. When he reached her rosy nipple, he flicked his tongue over it. “Look at you. All pink and pretty and mine.”
She curled her legs around his waist. “I’d rather look at you.”
“Then you’re crazy.” He kissed her and pulled back. “Simply.” Another quick kiss. “Crazy.”
This time when he kissed her, he didn’t let go. She moaned into his mouth, and he lifted her hips up before driving inside of her with one fast movement. When she cried out into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders, he didn’t stop or pause.
He couldn’t have even if he tried.
Now that he was buried inside her tight body, there was no going back. Not until he’d come…and made her come a few more times, too. His mouth moved over hers as he made love to her, and he felt her smooth skin. Her shoulders. Her hips. The gentle swell of her breasts.
When he closed his hands over her breasts, squeezing her nipples between his fingers, she arched her back and cried out, her breathing coming in frantic spurts. Her body clamped down on his cock, and he groaned. She was going to kill him. Fucking. Kill. Him. Digging her heels in, she let out another cry. “I need you.”
Reaching between their bodies, he rocked his hips into her and pressed his fingers against her clit. She started screaming and thrashing about like a wild woman, and she came again. This time, he let go of the tight hold he had on himself. Growling, he moved his hips as hard and as fast as he could, tipping her up so he hit her G-Spot with each thrust. As he moved inside of her, he whispered words in her ear.
Dirty ones. Sweet ones. Whatever came to his mind.
