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And just like that, I’m alone again with Olivia.

I pull her to me and nuzzle the side of her throat, gently nipping her soft skin. “Upstairs, now.”

“Okay,sir. Your wish is my command.”

I hum against her skin until goosebumps appear. “Tell me that again in a few minutes once I have you upstairs and naked.”

Chapter 44

Olivia

When will I feel better? When will there be light?

In our bedroom, Holden walks me straight into the bathroom and starts the bath.

I drag the hem of my shirt up, but Holden intervenes, taking my hands and softly brushing his lips against my knuckles.

Butterflies erupt low in my belly at the gesture.

He wraps his hand around my chin, forcing my gaze up. “For better or worse. In sickness and health. I’m here. Let me take care of you. Please.”

How could I ever say no to this? To this man? Knowing what he’s done for me, fully grasping the lengths he’d go to ensure my safety and well-being. It’s made it pretty impossible to deny him anything.

He thinks I haven’t noticed the dark circles under his eyes or the way he brushes off his nightmares because he doesn’t want me to worry. But I do. Of course I worry. I always will. And if Ican soothe his fears and take care of him by letting him take care of me, so be it. It feeds my soul too.

He’s my husband, the other half of my soul, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. I’d kill for him the same way he’s killed for me.

“Help me out of these clothes? Please?” I soften my voice, telling him everything he needs to know. I submit so he can take over. So he can find some relief by being in control.

He takes his time, savoring every moment, delighting in every inch of newly exposed skin from slowly stripping me down. His gaze never leaves mine when I sink into the hot water or when he sheds his clothes. It’s my turn to brazenly watch him as he uncovers his thick muscles and beautiful tattoos, until he’s fully naked too.

Noticing my stare, he bites his lip and wraps his hand around his already hard cock, pumping a few times. “Are you hungry, baby?”

“For you?” My gaze stays on his hand and the way he strokes himself. “Always.”

He comes closer, and I twist toward the bathtub’s edge, wanting a taste.

“Open up, Hurricane.”

I comply, and he slides his thick length into my mouth until I gag. I close my eyes and hum around him, knowing the vibration in the back of my throat drives him crazy.

As if on cue, he groans, “Fucking hell, that feels so good. Swallow me deep, baby.”

So I do. I suck and lick until I have to slip my hand underneath the water to soothe my own arousal.

The motion doesn’t go unnoticed, and Holden immediately pulls out of me. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were aching? There will be plenty of time for you to choke on my cock later. Right now, let me have my meal.”

With that, he steps into the oversized tub, lowers himself to his knees between my legs, and lifts my lower half straight out of the water to his mouth with his hands under my butt.

That first contact of his mouth on my clit has me arching even more. “Oh my God.”

I mumble more incoherent words, and Holden laughs but never lets up. He continues to torture my clit with his skilled tongue, only stopping to suck the skin around my entrance.

The water laps at my weightless body like a caress, and I lean back my head.

Holden shifts me around and places one hand behind my lower back before using the other to plunge two of his thick fingers inside me. “Play with your gorgeous tits.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I squeeze both breasts and roll my thumbs over my hard nipples, gasping at the way my clit tingles in response.

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