Page 54 of His To Unravel
In response, she just grins wider and rides me faster. I meet her thrust for thrust, driving deeper into her, holding nothing back.
She leans forward and cradles my face with both hands, kissing me with fervor.
But it still isn’t enough.
I break the kiss and stop thrusting, pulling her head back and forcing her to meet my eyes. “Say. It.”
For a moment, all I hear is our ragged breathing, the frantic pounding of my heart.
Then—
“I’m yours, Nathaniel,” she whispers, her voice barely audible but strong enough to set my chest alight.
The words strike me like lightning, sharp and brilliant.I’ll never grow tired of hearing them.
My control shatters.
I drive up into her again, hard, deep, and relentless. Then I slide my hand between her thighs and press my thumb against her clit.
A shattered cry escapes her lips, her body clenching around me as I rub her in tight circles, fucking her through every broken, beautiful sound she makes.
“That’s it, baby,” I rasp against her throat. “Let go.”
She comes hard, grinding against my hand, milking my cock with desperate, helpless spasms.
The sight, the feel of her falling apart for me, rips the last thread of control from my body.
I swell inside her and she pulls back, watching as I jerk into her, grunting, trying to hold off but knowing it’s futile.
I come hard with Olivia wrapped around me in every way.
As the moment crests, I let my head fall back against the pillows, taking my girl with me. Her head rests against my chest, her breath warm against my skin.
I press a kiss to the crown of her head, my lips lingering as I whisper the truth I can no longer contain. “You belong to me now, Olivia. Just as I belong to you.”
Her only response is to nestle closer, her silence speaking volumes as I hold her in the quiet aftermath. It isn’t just a victory—it’s a promise, one that I will never allow her to break.
Dawn castsa faint glow through the curtains, illuminating the quiet sanctuary of my bedroom. However, my attention is singularly fixed on Olivia, lying beside me, her form soft and undisturbed.
Watching her sleep, I feel an ache that is both hunger and satisfaction, a pull so relentless it leaves me teetering between gratitudeand desperation. In this state—unguarded, vulnerable, her lips slightly parted and her breath even—she’s mine in a way that transcends words.
And yet, impossibly, I crave more.
My fingers graze her cheek, brushing over the curve of her jaw, and she shifts toward me instinctively, even in sleep. That simple reaction sears into me, igniting a dark satisfaction that surges through every fiber of my being.
I bend forward, pressing my lips to her shoulder, to her collarbone, needing to mark her, to lay claim to every inch of her in a way she will carry with her even beyond this moment.
Each second she lies here, wrapped in my sheets, only heightens the hunger—the bone-deep certainty that no matter how much I have her, it will never be enough.
The more she gives me the more I need her, as if each moment only sharpens my awareness of how inextricably she’s bound herself into my life, my mind. This is more than want. It’s a dark tether that tightens with every breath she takes beside me, an addiction that pulses in my veins.
My lips trail along her skin, tasting the warmth of her as she stirs, her mouth curving faintly as if she feels me, even in her dreams.
A flash of possessive pride courses through me, fierce and consuming. This peace, this contentment etched into her expression—it’s mine to give, mine to protect, mine to control. I’m her anchor, the one who keeps her grounded, and I intend to ensure that she never finds that solace anywhere but within my reach.
As she settles back into sleep, her words from last night echo in my mind, her promise resonating with a weight that threatens to unhinge me:I’m yours, Nathaniel.
The certainty of it is both a balm and an obsession, one that I will nurture until every corner of her world belongs to me alone.
