Page 142 of Tangled in Vows

I open my mouth and lean forward, but Holden makes a tsking noise.

“No, baby. Make it wet first.”

I look at him in confusion as he fists himself and steps forward. “Spit on it.”

His words have a direct connection to my core because my inner thighs are getting sticky with my arousal.

“I said spit on it.”

He holds his length low enough for me to do what he said. The liquid hits his smooth head, and he lets out a low hiss that I feel deep in my stomach.

My connection with this man has been growing steadily, strengthening with each day together, just like my love for him.

“Such a good fucking girl. Now suck me. Get me all prepared for your sweet cunt.”

I whimper.

He holds my face on both sides and thrusts deep inside my mouth. “You like that?”

I hum around him, trying to breathe steadily through my nose.

“Does it turn you on when I talk about your pussy?”

Another hum.

After a few more thrusts, Holden cusses. “Damn it. I wish we had more time so I could paint those lips with my cum before fucking you boneless. But my surprise is waiting.”

Excitement bubbles in my stomach, and I wonder what he could have gotten for me. He hasn’t given me any hints, and nomatter how much I pleaded with Archer or Jax, they’ve stayed silent.

Before I can react, he pulls out of my mouth, bends down, and scoops me into his arms. At the bed, he lays me on it and steps back. Feasting his eyes on me. Admiring me and drinking me in.

I love his gaze on me.

It makes me feel wanted.

It centers me.

It grounds me.

My eyes move to the anchor tattoo on his right hand.

It’s the hand that holds me every night.

The one that brushes my hair back in the most loving way.

The one that traces every outline of my face and body.

The hand that squeezes mine when I need reassurance.

I’m obsessed with the tattoo.

Obsessed with my husband.

“Stop looking at me that way,” Holden growls. “We don’t have much time, but I’m not going to rush things with you either.”

“But I like looking at you.”

“And I like your eyes on me, but they also drive me wild.” He tips his chin up. “Open those beautiful legs for me. Let me see every inch of my surprise.”

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