Page 115 of Caught Stealing

I mold my mouth to his again, swallowing down every breath and sigh that dares to escape from where they’re joined. His fingers claw at the back of my head, holding me there while our tongues and bodies meld together in a perfect rhythm.

One I’ve never experienced with anyone else, only him.

He starts meeting me thrust for thrust, arching up into me as I pump my hips forward at a haphazard pace. My self-control is hanging by a thread, and every moan Holden makes against my lips or squeeze of his ass around my length frays it by the second.

And though I’m desperate for release, I’m not ready for this to end.

Breaking apart for air, I rest my forehead against his and slow my movements slightly, giving us both a little time to breathe. Mainly because it feels like all the oxygen in the atmosphere has vanished with a single kiss. Except Holden’s not having it, and his hands leave my hair in favor of my hips to draw me in deeper.

“Give me everything you have,” he rasps, the blunt tips of his fingers digging into my skin. “All of it, Nix. All of you. No holding back.”

His eyes might as well be two pools of molten gold as he stares up at me, want and desire bubbling at the surface. But I see something that feels more profound swirling in their depths too. Something eerily familiar to what I’m feeling now.

And though neither of us has said it to the other, I swear that’s what it is.

I’d be willing to bet my life on it.

“I’ll give you anything you want.” My gaze flicks between his eyes. “Name it, and it’s yours, baby.”

It’d be impossible to miss the way his eyes soften, and I know without asking what he’s thinking. And God, if I don’t want to give him everything he could ever ask for. Even if it scares the living shit out of me.

But instead of bringing life to those thoughts, he asks for something else entirely.

“Then make me yours.”

I can barely breathe past the knot in my throat as I close the distance between our mouths again, his words ringing loud in the recesses of my mind. And though he might want me to own and claim him here tonight, little does he know, he’s been doing just that to me.

Has been for months now.

His hands find my hair again, yanking at the strands while his tongue flicks and rolls against mine. A firm grip keeps me locked in place, unable to escape the raw passion he’s unleashing on my lips while I drive into him with zero control.

But I can’t help it. The way he claims my mouth only makes the aching need for him grow.

To the point where I’m consumed by it. By him.

That tingling feeling of impending release gathers at the base of my spine, and I know I won’t make it much longer. But I want to take him with me when the ground drops out from under me, and I’m sent into free fall.

“Need you there too,” I pant before wrapping my hand around his length. I roll my fist over the head of his cock on every upstroke, paying extra attention to the sensitive spot below the crown. A mixture of pain and pleasure crosses his face as he arches off the bed below me, and I recognize it as the desperate need for more.

A sexy, tortured groan escapes from Holden’s lips; the rolling motion of my hips allows my cock to swipe over the spot inside him that makes him see stars. Each pass takes him closer and closer to blissful ecstasy. Shoves him toward the edge of release. And from his euphoric expression, he’s loving every second of it.

“That’s it. Fuck, baby. Just look at you,” I whisper in awe, my hand anchored at the back of his neck while I map his every feature. “You were fucking made for me. Meant to be mine.”

It’s not until the words leave my mouth that I realize how true they are. Until Holden, I’d never put much stock into the sense of possession. The ownership of another person—mind, body, and soul. But with him, I want it. Crave it, even.

I want him to be mine in every sense of the word.

And I’m not gonna stop until it happens.

“Shit. I’m close, Nix,” Holden groans, his head sinking back into the mattress below him as his hand covers mine around his shaft.

A set of perfect, white teeth sink into his lower lip as his eyes slide closed, and I watch as the pleasure takes hold before shooting him sky-high. His release drags a long, guttural moan as cum spills from his cock, coating his stomach and our fingers with the milky liquid.

I slip my hand from beneath his, watching as he continues working himself through his orgasm. His ass clamps around my length, squeezing me to high heaven until it’s nearly unbearable. But I hold on, still fucking into him frantically until he’s completely wrung dry and panting below me. Only then does all the tension leave his body, that sated, blissed-out state taking over.

I’m left staring at him in awe, and I swear on my entire life, nothing is more beautiful than this man falling apart beneath me. It’s a sight to behold, and I’ll never stop wanting to watch it happen.

I could do this forever, and I’m not talking about just the sex, either.

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