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I smirk, a little toounserious for this wild conversation, then a sense of relief washes over me, like I’ve taken so muchweight off of my shoulders. I’d been bottling in my emotions and feelings since I woke up the morning those removalists knocked on my door.
“You’re asking me ifIfinished? Holly, I’m not concerned if I reach my climax or not. You, andonlyyou are all I’m interested in. You deserve a thousand orgasms before my own… even more to make up for lost time.”
“You think you can make me cum? Not in a million years. Like I said, people have tried to but it’s impossible. Believe me,” I wave my hand around, twiddling my fingers. “These things are all that can get me there.”
“You haven’t had me, though.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
CYRUS
Oh,Holly. My sweet—devilishly sweet—angel, why do you say such things to make it all sound like a challenge?You can have me any way you like.I would gladly lose my life if it meant taking my last breath as she loses hers while sitting on my face.
“And now you’re going to.” Carefully, my hands tuck under her ass, scooting her backwards off my legs and onto the rug, then kneel before her. Breathless and in total submission to my movements she follows the pressure of my hand on her chest to lay her down. “Seeing as you asked me so nicely. Actually, you’ve practically beenbeggingmefor it,” I tease, leaning over her face so that our heated breaths become one. Almost kissing, almost giving in to temptation, but I don’t.
I pin her wrists above her head with one hand and my other balancing my weight beside her head. Half of my blood pumps with enticement, and the other with control to keep it together, though I have no idea how long I can last before exploding. She moans breathlessly, arching her spine upwards as I inch my lips along the nape of her neck.
“You’re so sensitive.” My nose brushes against her carotid artery, moving downward in a slow, tormenting pattern untilI make contact with the skin on her collarbone. She squirms, tilting her neck aside for me, giving me more area to caress.
“Do you like it when I kiss you here, Holly?” I ask.
My hard, aching length is begging for a release, but it’s going to have to wait. I have far more important things to focus on right now, and getting her to cum before I even consider it, is one of them.
She doesn’t answer me vocally, but she nods with a desperate, guilty look on her face. I assume her language from here on out will be moans, and groans, but I need to get her to talk to me. I need her to use her words. I want her to be open, and in control of her own body. Free and rhythmic so she can release for me. And I know just the way for her to do it.
Fucking hell this is diabolical.
She’s so goddamn beautiful. Who in their right mind would leave this woman? Much less cheat on her. I couldn’t.Iwouldn’t.
“How about…” I slide my fingers under her silky shirt again, revealing a section of her torso. She squirms, and her eyes widen. She’s insecure about what is on display for me, so I stop.
This needs work.
I wait, paying attention to her breathing and where her eyes trace. When she exhales I know that’s my cue, and continue creeping over her bra, then plant a kiss at the arch of cleavage of her right breast. “Here?”
Her response is a soft, pleadingmmhmand wriggles against the gentle restraint I have against her wrists. “I want you to do something for me,” I say—demand, rather. Again, a nod is my reply. She stays complacent as I lean over to reach the manuscript I was reading before. “I wantyouto read to me this time.”
“Now?” she asks, defeat spreading all over her face, and body.
Oh, my love, don’t worry. It’s not what you think.
“Yes. Up you come,” I stand, offering her my hand. She takes her time standing by the fire, scanning to where I had left off.
“Chapter—” Holly tries to begin but I cut her off with an idea fresh on my mind.
“Wait. There’s something missing,” I enter her space again. “May I?” I ask, grabbing the base of her tee. Holly places the pages onto the fireplace ledge, then raises her hands above her head. I know this may be uncomfortable for her, and I don’t want to make her do something that she doesn’t want to do, but my god do I want her to love herself.
“God fucking damn,” I groan. Her cheeks begin to glow as red as the flames beside her, then she hunches over slightly, almost trying to cover herself but doesn’t. “I can stop. Just say the word.”
When Holly shakes her head I rotate my hand in a spinning motion for her to face the other way. She spins, and with my left hand I reach around to grab her chin, tilting it up so that she isn’t looking at the floor. “Keep reading,” I instruct. She continues with a bated breath, reading it from the shelf.
When my right hand snaps the hooks open, her bra drops by her feet, and she gasps through her sentence, but pushes forward. She finishes the chapter and I remove my hand, then choke on my own throat when she finally turns to face me, if that’s even possible.
I am in awe of her.
Holly’s pale-gold braids sit delicately over her shoulders, covering her nipples. I tug the little ties that hold them together, threading my fingers between the plaits and unwind them. I draw her now crimped hair behind her back, giving me a full view of her front. She stands still, complacent as I take her in—good, she’s focused, attuned to how I’ve guided her, gently, to the parts of her that she keeps hidden. Her breathing has slowed too.
It’s working.
