Page 104 of Tangled in Vows

“It feels . . .” I’m distracted when he shifts us effortlessly, sitting back on his heels and tugging me up to straddle him. “Holy shit.”

He bounces me up and down his cock while simultaneously thrusting up into me, causing my wet hair to fall around us in a curtain. I grab his shoulders and hold on for dear life. My breasts bounce between us, catching Holden’s attention.

The sight of him so awestruck and turned on shifts something in me. A craving to be seen, to be consumed by him, to utterly lose myself in how he makes me feel whole. And sexy.

He continues to watch me openly, with nothing but pure desire in his eyes, giving me the confidence to link my hands behind his neck and lean back as far as I can to offer him an even better view of my chest.

He growls his approval. “Those fucking tits will be the end of me. Right alongside your pussy.”

His words drive my desire even higher, and I grind all over him. Bounce. Writhe.

“Shit, baby. I’m not going to last long this way.” He repositions me on his lap, only keeping one hand on my ass, the other one now busy with my breasts. Massaging. Squeezing. Pinching my nipples. “Ride my cock, baby. Rub yourself on me and come all over me like a good girl. I want your cum dripping down my balls.”

I was already close before he opened his mouth. Add his dirty talk, and I’m a goner. Every nerve in my body sings, igniting a fire deep within my core that burns hotter than I thoughtpossible. Waves of pleasure ripple through me, cresting and crashing, until I scream his name.

His grip on my hips is so tight, I know it’s going to leave marks. He doesn’t let up, pumping into me until his entire expression tightens and he stills.

“Fuck, baby. Damn it. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

We collapse to the mattress, both of us breathless and trembling. Satisfied.

As time melts away, we slowly come back to reality. I nestle closer into his warm cocoon, my lips forming a contented smile.

I stare at the man who braced my fall by caging me in with his strong arms. My protector in so many more ways than I knew was possible.

He moves back, and I complain.

“I just need to get rid of the condom. I’m going to be right back.”

And he is, just as promised. After I take a quick turn in the bathroom, I slide back into bed and snuggle against Holden’s chest. He pulls the duvet over us, and I close my eyes and sigh in contentment.

“What’s your name, baby?”

The amusement is evident in his voice, and I snicker.

“Mmm. Give me a second. I know the answer. Cloud?”

He snorts. “No.”

“Olive?”

“Close.”

“Tornado?”

“Sorry, but no.”

I hum, drawing lazy circles on his pec with my fingers. “Then I’m afraid I can’t remember, sorry.”

“Good girl.”

I melt into his praise and embrace, and we’re quiet for a few minutes. We are lost in our own worlds, processing everythingthat happened. Mountains of questions pile up, with plenty of regrets and grief along the way.

Holden is the first to speak. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

The familiar ache in my chest is back. It is a lot duller this time but still present. It’ll probably be a while before it eases. I wish we could say sorry and forget everything, that all of our feelings would disappear into nothingness, but it barely ever happens that way. Instead, those feelings shrink into manageable sizes that are easier to tuck away.

“Why didn’t you?”

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