Naiya trembled, her body heating with every nip and lick. He moved carefully, sweeping down over her shoulder and then back up to her mouth, then down the other side, biting this time, a light pressure on the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder blade that made goose bumps rise on her arms.
When he returned to her mouth, his lips firm and smooth, she threaded her hands through his hair and pulled him down, thrusting her tongue between his lips. She wanted more. Hard. Sensation. Obliteration.
“Ah ah ah.” Holt pulled back. “You don’t get to be in control, darlin’. This is about me making you feel good.” He sat back and smoothed his hands up her forearms to her wrists. “Should I restrain you? Tie these pretty wrists together so you can’t try to run the show?”
Her pulse kicked up a notch and she shook her head violently, unable to voice her fear.
His face softened. “How about you fold your arms under your head and give me a promise not to move them no matter what I do?”
She bit her lip, considering. No restraints. Her legs were free and her hands if she chose to use them. And she’d let men touch her before, although only where she told them. “I promise.” She folded her arms and tucked her hands behind her head.
The lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled and his gaze heated. “You’re beautiful, darlin’. When I was down in that dungeon I thought I’d never touch a woman again, tried to remember what it was like. But you are more than I ever imagined. I’m gonna take my sweet time enjoying your body, and you’re just gonna lie there for me and feel good.”
His hand covered her breast, his fingers circling her nipples one at a time until they were hard and peaked. She arched into his touch, needing more.
Holt didn’t oblige.
Instead, he twisted her nipples, squeezing hard. Naiya gasped as a stab of excitement shot down her body, straight to her core.
“She likes that,” he murmured, half to himself. He alternated between breasts, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh, then pinching her nipples until her pussy throbbed and she had to thread her fingers together behind her head to keep her promise.
“Should I keep going?” Satisfaction glimmered in his eyes, and Naiya nodded. She didn’t just want him to keep going. She wanted him never to stop.
Holt leaned over and closed his lips around one swollen nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak. Heat sizzled through her veins, and she could feel herself get wetter. He sucked her nipple deep and then nipped with just enough pressure that she let out a low groan.
Naiya stiffened. That groan was real, not faked. For a minute there she’d lost control. Just like she’d lost control with Viper when he’d made her …
Holt drew back, his sharp eyes on her face. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She unlocked her fingers, and then forced them together again, remembering her promise. “But maybe I should look after you. This must be hard for you after so long.”
He stroked her cheek. “After so long, I want to take my time, and nothing gets me off like the sexy noises you make when you’re enjoying what I’m doing to you.”
Enjoy? She endured sex for the few moments of intimacy that came after; the feeling of being held, imagining she was safe and no one could ever touch her. Sex was a price to be paid.
Holt slid his hand between her legs, dipped a finger into her wet, slick center, and then wiped his finger along the inside of her leg. Although she knew she should be horrified, she found his actions incredibly erotic.
“You were enjoying yourself.”
Hard to deny it with her wetness glistening on her thigh. “Yes.”
“Then let me keep going. I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”
Her body wanted more, even though her mind was balking at the thought of giving up more control. Holt wasn’t like any of the bikers who had come to their apartment to give her mom drugs in exchange for sex; or the bikers at the Black Jack clubhouse who would take the first sweet butt they saw when the need struck; or Viper who just took. But what if he was? What if this was all an act, and the minute she let down her guard…?
And what if he was for real? Maybe the Sinners weren’t all like the Jacks.
As if he could read her thoughts, he gave her a reassuring smile. “I got a lot of anger in me,” he said softly. “Always have, although nothing like I got now. Sometimes I’m afraid it will consume me. But when I’m with you, it … just … fades. I’ll never hurt you. Never push you farther than you want to go. You’re safe with me. You got my word on that.”
Safe. It was the one thing she had always craved. The word she needed to hear to let herself go.
His mouth covered hers again, and her anxiety faded. He tasted sweet and faintly of … what she could have sworn was lipstick.
Before she could ask, his hand settled on her stomach, then trailed over her hips. He eased down the bed and feathered kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Open for me, darlin’.”