As if she could read his mind, Naiya drew his head down, brushed her lips over his ear. “Show me. Show me how much you want me. Don’t hold back. Don’t stop. You have my permission to take what you need from me, do what you want with me. I trust you, Holt.”
As if a dam broke inside him, Holt crushed her mouth to his, driving away all his fear and panic as he gave in to the primitive instinct to conquer and claim. His tongue swept over every inch of her mouth, touching, tasting, drowning in her sweet surrender.
Naiya slid her hands under his shirt, pushing it up. She pressed a soft kiss to his chest and he yanked the shirt over his head. Licking her lips, Naiya placed her palms flat against Holt’s chest and stroked over his pecs. “I want to feel you against me. Skin to skin.”
Holt’s brain fuzzed with lust. Desperate to undress her, he shoved her shirt and bra up over her breasts, almost tearing them off her as she pulled them over her arms. When she was bare before him, he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her taut nipples against his bruised, scarred chest. She felt so right. Perfect. His. With a low groan he sank his teeth into the sensitive spot between her neck and her shoulder, sucking her skin between his teeth.
“I need to mark you,” he murmured against her skin. “I want the world to know you’re mine.”
*
Naiya sucked in a sharp breath as Holt left his mark, pain and pleasure mixing in a cocktail of lust that made her tremble in anticipation. For the first time in forever, she had opened up to a man—baring her deepest secrets. And now she was going to open to him another way—she was going to give him her body, uninhibited, unrestrained, without fear or regret—and trust that he wouldn’t hurt her.
Her heart thundered as her hand dropped to his belt. “Is that all you’ve got?” She yanked open his fly, shoved his jeans down, freeing his cock from its restraint. “I said don’t hold back.”
Holt’s voice dropped to a husky growl. “Damn. You might not believe it, or even want it, but you’ve got biker in you, right to the core.”
He kicked off his jeans and dropped to his knees in front of her. Naiya slid her hands through his thick, soft hair as he trailed his hand down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. For a moment she thought—feared—he was going to slow down, but in five seconds flat her jeans were open and their hands were tangling as they shoved her clothing over her hips. Holt stood as she stepped out of her jeans and panties. With a deep, erotic growl, he cupped her ass and ground her hips against his.
Throwing aside her inhibitions, Naiya wrapped her hand around his thick cock, gliding her thumb over the smooth, moist head. “I want you. Inside me. Now.”
He jerked his hips, pumping into her hand, and his voice thickened. “There’s a condom in my pocket.”
She slid her hand up his cock from base to tip. “I’m on the pill. Are you…?”
Holt stilled. “Yeah. I’m clean. Never gone bareback before, but get checked out once a year just the same. And the last three months—”
“I trust you, Holt.”
The next thing she knew, she was spun around, pushed over the back of the couch. Holt kicked her legs apart.
“Yes. That.” Her breaths came in short pants. “More. Take me. Hard.”
He grabbed her hair, twisted it in his hand, and pulled her head up, making her back arch, her ass lifting in invitation.
She shivered in delicious anticipation as Holt slicked his fingers through her folds.
“Christ, you’re wet,” he murmured. “So ready for me.”
Before she could respond, he thrust into her, his cock sliding deep into her channel, parting the swollen tissue to accommodate his girth.
Heaven.
With one hand on her hip, he pulled out and thrust in again. Naiya moaned, pushed back against him. Her hands fisted on the soft, beige cushions, her body taut, straining for release. But in this position, she had no control. She could take only what he would give, the way he wanted to give it. And yet she knew if she asked him to stop, he would. With Holt, she held the power, and knowing that, trusting him, she was able to let it go.
“That’s right, darlin’, I got you.” Holt reached around and stroked her clit. Ripples of pleasure shot through her as she climaxed, her pussy tightening around Holt’s rigid shaft. With a soft grunt, he pushed deep inside her, drawing out her orgasm with slow, measured thrusts.
“Fuck. Gotta have you. Gotta move.” His hands clamped around her hips, and he hammered into her. Hard. Fast. His cock slid over her sensitive tissue, and another orgasm overtook her. Holt joined her, his cock thickening and swelling before he climaxed with a low, guttural groan.
He collapsed over her back, pressed kisses to the damp skin on her nape, and licked the bite on her shoulder where he’d marked her. Finally he pulled out. Semen trickled down Naiya’s inner thigh. She stiffened as the sensation triggered a brutal memory of the morning after Viper’s assault. Cold. Alone. Naked. Body marked. A gush of wetness …
Bile rose in her throat and she stood, hugged herself tight.