Page 11 of Entangled with the Enemy

The tension snaps, pleasure crashing over me like a wave. I cry out, my body convulsing as the orgasm rips through me. Holden doesn't stop, riding out the storm with me, his tongue gentling as the last tremors fade.

I collapse back against the couch cushions, boneless and sated. Holden presses a final lingering kiss to my inner thigh before crawling up to join me, his body a delicious weight pinning me in place.

"That was..." I trail off, struggling to find the words as I gaze up at him through a haze of lingering bliss.

A slow, cocky grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. "Just a preview of what's to come."

Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding. I moan into the kiss, tasting myself on his tongue—a heady, intoxicating flavor that only stokes the flames of desire burning through my veins.

My hands roam the hard planes of his chest, the rippling muscles of his back, desperate to touch every inch of him. With a growl of approval, Holden deepens the kiss, his hips shifting to settle more firmly against me.

The hard length of him presses against my core, and I rock my hips, seeking that delicious friction. Holden breaks the kiss with a ragged groan, his forehead dropping to rest against mine.

"Imogen..." he rasps, his voice strained. "If you keep moving like that, this is going to be over before it even starts."

A wicked grin curves my lips as I deliberately roll my hips again, drawing a strangled curse from between his clenched teeth.

"Then you'd better stop teasing me and just give me what I want," I purr, delighting in the way his eyes darken to a stormy blue at the challenge.

Chapter 8

Holden

The woman is insatiable, and it's a damn good thing, because I don't think I'll ever get enough of her.

I lean back just enough to whip her shirt over her head, revealing a black cotton sports bra. Her breath hitches as I trail a finger along the peak, her nipple hardening beneath the thin fabric. I dip my head, capturing the peak between my lips, sucking and teasing through the material. Her back arches, pressing her closer, and I grin against her skin.

"You like that?" I murmur, moving to lavish attention on her other breast.

Her response is a breathy, "Mm-hmm," as her fingers work to unbutton my pants, slipping inside to stroke my length.

Her touch is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me as she strokes my cock with a confident grip.

"Imogen," I growl, pulling away from her breasts, my voice thick with desire. "You're driving me insane."

She grins, a playful, seductive curve of her lips that sends a fresh wave of heat through me. "That's kind of the point," she teases, her hand still working its magic.

I kiss her mouth fiercely, pouring all my need into it. Her lips are swollen, her breaths coming in short gasps that match my own. I break away, standing up just long enough to shed my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers. She watches me, her gaze hungry, her cheeks flushed with anticipation.

And then I'm back, covering her body with mine on the couch. The feel of her bare skin against mine is intoxicating, a sensation I could drown in. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer, her heels digging into my back. I can feel her heat, her wetness, and it's all I can do not to lose control right then.

"Holden," she whispers, her voice a plea, a demand. "Now."

I don't need any more encouragement. I position myself at her entrance, feeling her slick and ready. I push in slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of me. Her eyes flutter closed, her head tilting back as she moans softly.

"Look at me," I command, my voice barely recognizable. Her eyes snap open, locking onto mine. The connection is intense, raw, and real. I start to move, each thrust deliberate, each withdrawal a tease. The friction is exquisite, the sensation of her tight around me almost too much to bear.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. I can feel her tension building, her body coiling tighter with each thrust. I lean down, capturing her mouth, swallowing her moans as I drive us both closer to the edge.

The couch creaks beneath us, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room. There's a sheen of sweat on her forehead, her hair sticking to her skin. She's never looked more beautiful.

"Close," she gasps, her eyes never leaving mine. "So close."

I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. Her eyes widen, her breath hitches, and then she's coming, her body convulsing around me, her cries of pleasure filling the room.

The sight of her, the feel of her, it's too much. I follow her over the edge, my body tensing as I find my release, her name a growl on my lips. We ride out the waves of pleasure together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling as we cling to each other.

I lie back on the couch, utterly spent yet profoundly satisfied. Imogen's curves mold against me, her head resting on my shoulder as our breathing slowly returns to normal. I can't resist pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her shampoo.

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