Page 39 of Our Secrets and Scars

Is he crazy?

He gives me a grin that is wicked and salacious. Yeah, he’s definitely crazy.

“I can’t,” I choke out. “I really can’t.”

He rolls his eyes, smirking. “Yeah, you can.”

“No.” I shake my head vehemently. “I can’t take anymore.”

He sits up between my legs and climbs the length of my body to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “I know you can, baby. Just humor me and try.”

My chest heaves. There’s no way I can give him what he’s asking, but I want so much to please him. I want to see that look in his eye he gets when I’ve done something right. And though it goes against all the most stubborn parts of my soul, I want to be a good girl for him so badly.

So, I let my legs fall open once more, and in the meekest little whisper, I say, “Okay,” because I know how important it is to him that I use my words.

And just as I hoped he would, he looks up at me with this expression that I can’t adequately describe in words. It’s one that makes his silver eyes sparkle like precious gemstones as he regards me with something akin to pride.

It makes my chest swell and my heartbeat stutter.

“Such a good girl.”

He grins, and then his mouth is back on me, his fingers curled inside me once again. The pleasure is unbearable. It’s powerful, hot, and goddamn painful, so much so that I can’t help but sob as Holden takes me to the peak once again.

Tears pour down my cheeks in an unstoppable rainstorm. I’m crying and screaming as his perfect pierced tongue pushes me off the edge and forces me to feel every second, every single fucking moment of my climax.

It’s too much, and I fight to break away from his hot mouth, but his strong hands root my legs to the bed, not allowing me to escape until every last tremor has been dragged out of my body.

I’m boneless when the feeling finally subsides.

I’m not even sure I know my name anymore; my mind has been wiped completely clean of cognition. And though it should frighten me that I can’t formulate a single thought, it doesn’t. Because this senselessness is exactly what I want. It’s what Ineed.Holden knew and he gave it to me.

“Three.” I don’t even say it, I just shape my lips around the word and hope it’s enough. I’m exhausted. So completely and utterly spent that I can’t help but draw my knees to my chest and snuggle my face into the pillow beneath me.

Holden shifts on the bed, and then I feel him, his lips fluttering softly over mine. And against my mouth, he whispers, “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

My heart flips, and distantly, I’m aware of him molding his body to mine and pulling the bedsheets around us. But I remember what he said earlier: I have to come three times before he fucks me.

If my body was capable of it right now, I’m sure I would tense up. Because I’m in no state to be fucked right now. There is no way I’d survive another orgasm.

But Holden just presses his lips to my temple and gently demands, “Sleep, Violet. You need to sleep.”

“But you said—”

“I know,” he whispers. “But we’ve had enough for one day, don’t you think?”

“What about you though?” I ask.

Won’t he be frustrated?

He just chuckles lightly, burying his nose into my hair and inhaling deeply. “Don’t worry about me, little one. I’ll be just fine.”

In the same situation with any other man, I’d probably roll my eyes in disbelief, expecting him to demand a blow job or a quick fuck to find his release. At the very least, sneak out of bed to finish himself off in the bathroom.

But I believe Holden when he tells me he doesn’t need anything more from me. Even if I didn’t, I’m too spent to argue with him anyway. So I let myself relax into the warmth of his body, hugging his arms to me as I fall asleep to the musky, wood-like smell of him and the rhythm of his beating heart.

Nine

Kinsley

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