Page 40 of Holly's Grizzly

Shifting Holly so her back is pressed up against my front, she lets out a contented sigh and wiggles her hips at the prod of my surprisingly still-hard cock against her ass.

“In?” I murmur into the tender skin just below her ear, and Holly nods, limbs lax and accommodating as I grab her thigh and spread her open, lining myself up at her core.

I savor every soft, damp, yielding inch of her as I slide myself back inside, every flutter of her around me, the tight, perfect fit of our bodies as I bottom out and she groans.

We fall back asleep just like that.

Warm and safe. More intimately connected than I’ve ever been with another living soul.

15

Holly

Whatever dam broke between Irving and me last night released a flood, a torrent of want and need as we spend the next day tangled up in each other.

We can barely keep our hands off each other from the moment we wake in the morning, fucking twice in bed before we finally drag ourselves downstairs for breakfast. Even then, it doesn’t take us long to end up tangled together in front of the fire.

“Gods, just look at you,” Irving breathes.

Straddled across his lap, I follow his gaze to where he watches himself disappear inside of me, eyes dark at the sight of his fat cock stretching me. Irving takes my hips in his hands and lifts me up, then lowers me, feral fire burning in every inch of his expression.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “So beautiful, sweetheart.”

It is beautiful. Beautiful and obscene and so many other wonderful things to be here with him like this. Held by him like this. Fucked and cherished and touched with such wild tenderness as he moves me on him again and again, lifting and lowering, controlling the pace. His lips find my neck, teeth pulling at my skin in a sucking bite.

I hope he leaves a mark.

I hope he leaves something physical to match the marks he’s already made on my heart, my soul.

It’s insanity. All of this is insanity. I’m sure once I leave here and get back to the real world, outside of this wonderland where everything is heightened and intense and so terribly perfect, I’ll snap back. I’ll be able to cherish this for what it was—a beautiful impossibility that was never meant to last—but right now, that doesn’t matter.

Right now I’m in the thick of it, and I want him.

I want his cock inside me and his mark adorning my throat. I want his arms around me and his sweet words whispered into my skin. I want today and tomorrow and forever.

I want all of it.

And even though it’s impossible, even though it’s not real, just for now I let myself have it all. Everything I want, everything I was ever too afraid to ask for, I take it and savor it and forget the rest.

Irving’s thumb finds my clit, pressing down firmly, and I let out a low, ragged scream and bury my face into the side of his throat. I drag my teeth over his skin, cry my pleasure against him, and surrender to the orgasm he draws out of me with masterful precision.

He follows a few seconds later, gripping my hips almost hard enough to bruise as his cock swells and he pours into me, coating my insides in a warm rush.

Irving grips the back of my hair and pulls my mouth to his for a desperate, messy kiss, both of us panting and groaning and entirely spent.

A few long minutes later, I lift off him and, completely unable to hold myself vertical, sprawl out onto the couch. I’m naked, fully exposed in the bright daylight shining in throughthe window, but I’m also so far from self-conscious right now it barely even registers.

At least not until I catch Irving watching me. His focused gaze devours me, and a satisfied flush breaks over my entire body. It’s a flush that deepens when he reaches between my spread thighs and runs a thumb up the length of my slit.

I don’t realize what he’s doing until he pushes it inside with a slow, wet slide.

He’s pushing his come back into me.

Still watching with a keen, possessive gaze, he uses his other hand to keep my thighs spread when I instinctively try to snap them shut. He gives me a squeeze and lets out a low growl, pinning me in place.

“Embarrassed, sweetheart?”

I give my head a hard shake, cheeks still burning, but also… really, really into this.

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