Page 73 of His To Unravel
I don’t think. I don’t breathe. I just fall to my knees in front of her, helpless against the magnetic pull of her body calling to mine.
For a moment, I simply stare—devouring her with my eyes, my hands flexing uselessly at my sides. Because if I touch her now, I might not have the strength to stop.
My heart lodges itself in my throat. “Baby, I’d kill to be with you in that way but?—”
“I’m clean, and I have an IUD,” she rushes out. “As long as you are too…” She rises onto her elbows, looking up at me with those doe eyes of hers. “Please, Nate. Fuck me bare. I want you this way.”
My cock twitches, aching to do exactly that. But I shake my head, forcing myself to be the voice of reason. “I won’t be able to pull out of you.”
“Good,” she breathes—and then she leans forward to lick my abs.
Fuck. Me.
That’s all the permission I need.
I push her back down onto the rug, covering her body with mine. I take her face in my hand, my fingers splayed across her jaw, making sure she listens to what I have to say before we go past the point of no return.
“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year,” I rasp, my forehead pressing briefly against hers.
Since the day I first laid eyes on you.
“I’m clean, but you have to know—once we do this, you’re mine. I swear, baby, I’ll die before I let you go. Tell me you understand.”
She nods as much as she can with my hold on her. “I told you, I’m already yours.”
Her hand wraps around the base of my cock, squeezing just enough to make my hips jerk. “But are you mine?” she whispers, her voice breathless, so fucking hopeful it almost kills me.
I brace one hand beside her head, my hips surging forward just enough to nudge the head of my cock against her slick, begging entrance.
“I’ve never belonged to anyone the way I belong to you,” I swear hoarsely before crushing my mouth to hers. The kiss is raw, messy, almost savage—because I can’t fucking stand the thought of her doubting what she means to me.
When I pull away, we’re both panting.
“My precious girl, I need to take you now.”
“Yes,” she whispers, tilting her hips to meet me.
With one hard thrust, I sheath myself inside her. Her pussystretches tight around me, gripping me like she was made to take me.
The shock of finally feeling her slick heat around me without any barrier overwhelms my senses. My fingers tighten on her hips, digging deep as I fight to keep myself from rutting into her.
I’ve never done this before—never been inside anyone without protection. I never wanted to.
But Olivia asked for this. She gave me something I hadn’t even realized I was craving. And now, buried inside her, with nothing between us, it hits me just how right it feels.
For a reckless moment, I let myself imagine it—coming inside her, leaving something of myself buried deep. The thought of Olivia carrying a piece of me in the most irrevocable way—sends a bolt of possessive hunger through me.
I shove the thought aside, focusing instead on the way her hips roll instinctively beneath me, her body seeking more.
Fuck.
“That’s it, baby,” I groan, gazing down at her, mesmerized. “Keep moving your hips like that for me.”
Her eyelids flutter, a moan tumbling from her lips as she obeys, rolling her hips in slow, delicious circles. Watching her use my cock to seek pleasure for herself is making my brain short-circuit.
“You’re so wet for me, Olivia,” I rasp. “I feel it all over my dick.” She sucks in a breath and her eyes widen, her hands flying to her tits, kneading the swollen flesh.
She wants to play, doesn’t she?
