Page 52 of His To Unravel
I peel the shirt from her, baring her inch by inch. The sight of her bare and vulnerable steals the air from my lungs. She is perfection—full, round breasts on her slight frame, nipples taut with anticipation, and soft curves that beg to be worshiped.
Unable to hold back any longer, I dip my head to taste her.
The first hit is intoxicating and I’m immediately ravenous for more. My lips close around her nipple and I groan at the heat of her skin against my tongue.
Olivia gasps, hands grasping my shoulders and her back arching involuntarily into my mouth. When my teeth graze her delicate skin, teasing her sensitive peak, she releases a shaky breath, her body trembling in my arms.
I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same meticulous care, alternating between soft sucks and teasing flicks of my tongue. She begins to moan for me, the grip of her fingers tightening. She doesn’t say anything, but I know she needs more, and I am desperate to satisfy her.
I release her nipple and begin trailing open-mouthed kisses up the slope of her breast to the column of her throat, breathing her in.
“You’re everything,” I whisper in her ear, the words spilling from me unbidden, as though they have been waiting for this moment to be spoken. “And you’re mine.”
Her breath hitches again, her eyes darkening as she watches me. Slowly, I ease her back onto the bed, her body sinking into the sheets.
God, the image of her like this—flushed, disheveled, trembling—will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life.
She lets me guide her as I spread her legs, and I feel an overwhelming surge of possessiveness. No one else will ever touch her like this, will ever know her like I do. I will end anyone who dares to try.
From under heavy lids, she watches as I yank off my sweater and step out of my pants. The hunger in her eyes mirrors the ache burning through me. Finally, I remove my boxers, the final barrier between us falling away.
Her gaze lingers on me as I lower my hand, and when I palm my length, thick and heavy against my stomach, her breath hitches.
Heat shoots down my spine and I feel precum slip from my cock as I gaze down at her sex. There isn’t a single thought in my brain, just the driving need to touch, taste, kiss, and savor her pussy.
I slide down, threading my arms under her thighs and dragging her closer to my mouth. Her muscles clench and arousal glistens at her entrance. And fuck, that sight undoes me.
I want her soaked by the end of the night.
I lower my mouth to her, dragging my tongue over her pulsing clit. Her body jolts, her hands scrambling for the sheets, a ragged cry slipping free.
She can’t possibly imagine how much I burn for her, how willingly I’ll let myself be engulfed by her flames. Never in my life have I been so hot for someone, nor have I ever felt such a visceral need.
I suck her sensitive nub between my lips, devouring her taste,basking in the sounds she makes as her breath quickens and her head tips back against the pillows.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I murmur against her skin. “Completely undone. Don’t hold back, Olivia. Let me have all of you.”
Her body responds to my words, her thighs trembling around my shoulders and her fingers fisting the sheets harder as a soft, broken moan escapes her lips. It’s a sound I want to own, to hear over and over until she can no longer hold anything back from me.
She comes apart beneath my mouth, her orgasm ripping through her with desperate little cries, her whole body clenching and shuddering as she lets go.
Fuck me, my girl is exquisite.
But even as her body relaxes, I can see it in her eyes—a flicker of hesitation. She’s still holding part of herself back. A spark of resistance still remains, and I can’t stop until it is extinguished.
I push myself up and lean over her, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat, letting my lips linger as I inhale the intoxicating blend of her scent and satisfaction. My hand slides along her waist, firm but unhurried, as I whisper against her skin. “You’re holding back.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she looks at me with a mix of confusion and guilt. “I?—”
I silence her with a kiss, soft and deliberate, pouring everything I feel into the connection.
“It’s not enough, Olivia,” I tell her, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “I need all of you. Every look, every breath, every thought.” My thumb brushes along her cheek, a gentle contrast to the intensity of my words.
Her lips part as if to protest, but nothing comes out. Instead, her eyes search mine, wide and uncertain, as though trying to understand what I’m asking of her.
Without breaking eye contact, I shift us, guiding her until she’s straddling me. Her hands instinctively press against my chest, herthighs squeezing my hips. Her gaze searches mine, and I can feel the weight of her uncertainty.
“You said you’re mine,” I say, brushing my hands lightly over her thighs. “Show me.”
