Page 107 of Rebel Romeo

Perfect isn’t a word I use lightly…

But Holden is perfect.

His golden skin is barely a shade lighter than his eyes as he stands before me in all his glory. Washboard abs are so sharply ridged, I could grate a block of cheese on them. His veined cock bobs between us and my mouth waters for a taste.

I sink to my knees in front of him and take him in my mouth. With a hiss, he grips my hair. “Fuck, Katherine. Your mouth. I never forgot how good your mouth was.”

I whimper as I take him all the way to the back of my throat. Tears water in my eyes as I hollow my cheeks and suck.

“Slow down,” he snarls.

But I ignore him. I take him faster, swallowing against the thick length intruding my mouth. I lick and nibble at his head.

Mouth open, head fallen back, he exhales a nearly silent gasp as he grows impossibly harder against my tongue.

“Katherine!” Large hands tighten in my hair, yanking me away from him with a roaring curse. He lifts me to my feet, bringing me nose to nose with him. “I won’t last more than ten seconds if you keep that up.”

His mouth crashes to mine in a bruising kiss before he tosses me back on the bed. Then, he descends on me, yanking the zipper of my dress down and tearing it from my body. The sound of fabric ripping echoes in the otherwise silent room and I lift an eyebrow at Holden. “That was one of two nice dresses I own.”

I don’t add that the only other dress is the one he bought me.

“I’ll buy you a thousand more dresses.”

Kneeling on the bed between my legs, he hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them down my thighs. “How much for this pair?” He asks, a reference to our little college game. A grin curves on his face as he lifts my panties, draped only on a single finger.

“You can’t afford it,” I respond.

“Try me.”

I match his stare. I’m not the same girl from college. I’m not a withering flower. Not anymore. “It’ll cost you a lifetime commitment.”

Without missing a beat, he says, “Done.” Then leaning down, he kisses me hard, whispering, “Easiest deal I’ve ever made.”

Grabbing a condom from his wallet, he tears it with his teeth and wastes no time rolling it on. Kneeling between my spread thighs, he positions himself at my soaking entrance.

He pauses, amber eyes practically glowing in the dark lighting of the room.

“Are you okay?” I manage to ask.

With a trembling breath, he says, “I haven’t been okay for four years, Katherine. Until now. Until you.”

He catches my mouth in a hungry kiss, filling me with a growl that holds a thousand promises.

“Ready?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nod and even though I say the word ‘Yes,’ it comes out silent.

With a pulse of his hips, he pushes inside me. Inch by glorious inch, he claims me as his.

But the dirty secret is, I’ve never not been his. Even in our darkest hour. Even when he destroyed me beyond recognition. Even when I hated him… I also loved him.

My body grew slick with each slow thrust inside of me and very quickly, the stretching pain melted into pleasure.

The muscles in his back clench beneath my palms, taut with patience as he holds back from pounding into me. His eyes never leave mine, gold and assessing, he watches my every move. Over and over, he glides in and out in controlled, slick movements, working his cock from head to hilt until he’s buried inside of me. “Katherine,” he whispers. “Oh my fucking god. Four years I dreamed of this and nothing compares to the real thing.” A tremor shimmies down his spine as he adds, “Nothing compares to you.”

I lift my hips, wrapping my ankles at the small of his back and slightly shift so he sinks even deeper inside of me. I tug him closer, clawing at his back, biting his shoulder, his neck, I pull his face down to me and he kisses across my jaw, his mouth fanning over my ear.

The warm pleasure heating my core ignites into an uncontrollable fire and I cry out as his teeth scrape my ear. “More,” I moan and Holden is more than happy to oblige.

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