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Authors: Gail Faulkner

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“It means you don’t move your head.” Holdin slowly lowered himself toward her trembling breasts. Need to taste became too irresistible.

 

“When have I ever been able to lie still? And how is this any good for you? You can’t finish.” Jill’s voice turned into a mew of pleasure as she watched his fascination.

 

“This time you will and when has it ever been about me getting off?” His eyes flashed up to her face as he lightly licked over a distended nipple. The heat of his gentle tongue and the chill of his leaving her damp dragged a ragged moan out of Jill. “We were always so much more than that.” He licked around the other nipple as he watched her face. “With you I was a man. Your trust fed me, Jill. Your innocence showed me how to control my own needs to see to yours first. You showed me what I needed, baby girl. Nothing was ever the same. You shaped my appetite for control. My pleasure is your pleasure.”

 

His tongue circled and nudged at the peak of her breast. He toyed with its texture and taste without giving her a firm touch. Jill clenched her teeth for a moment as her hands clasped in white-knuckled tension above her head. “I may have gone overboard on that,” Jill gritted out. “It wasn’t intentional.”

 

Holdin chuckled. His hands rested on her rib cage just below her breast. Hard fingers wrapped around her and his thumbs caressed the cotton-covered undersides of her over-stimulated breasts. She was fantastically sensitive there and he knew it. He knew every inch of her, every nerve, every reaction. Gently he pressed both thumbs up, causing her glistening nipples to strain toward his mouth.

 

“You were mine to protect and take care of, Jilly-girl. And the better I learned you, the deeper you burrowed into my soul. Every time I took a bit more control, the higher you flew in my arms. You were an addiction and a mystery…you fed my soul and drove me over the edge.”

 

His mouth closed over a plump offering, sucking her deep and hard. He was rewarded with a gasping wail as fire shot through his woman. He could feel her light up in reaction as he pressed her nipple to the roof of his mouth and rolled it. Pulling his head back in a jerk shot a spike of pain into the pleasure and Jill shuddered as her hips slammed up in response.

 

Holdin released her breast immediately. His hands left her body to brace on either side of her armpits as he scowled down at her. “I told you not to move,” he growled.

 

Jill opened her eyes. Tears glittered in them.

 

“Are you crying? Damn it, Jill!! You know better. It’s your job to tell me what feels good and what’s too much.”

 

“No, this is being in the moment.” Jill’s hands unclasped and moved to frame his concerned face. “I’m emotional about this.”

 

Holdin’s scowl melted away. His head turned to lightly kiss one of her palms.

 

“Please, don’t stop,” Jill added softly. “It’s just been so long, Holdin. So very long since we were here. Since you made me the woman you see. I wasn’t expecting this, you. Not in my wildest dreams. I thought it’d be difficult to talk to you. Another battle. I was so busy getting ready to battle you for my son’s future, it never occurred to me that you’d want us back. Never.” Jill gulped in a hitching breath. “So the tears are not bad, they’re just relief mixed with need leaking out of me.”

 

Holdin stared intently into her face and gritted his teeth. She apparently had no idea how she moved him with these glimpses into her soul. How painful it was for him that she’d had to fight so many battles alone. “Baby girl, I’m all for you getting damp,” he told her softly, hoping his response hid the flash of pain and fierce possessive rage her statement had triggered in him.

 

Jill managed to blush and look totally wanton at that. “Oh damp is not a problem.” Her hips slowly flexed into his cock, rubbing up his fly. “But I was hoping you’d do something for me,” she added in a husky whisper.

 

“What?”

 

“Take your shirt off.” Her fingers curled into claws as she drew them down his shoulders and over his pectorals.

 

His grin turned wolfish. “Anything you want. But you have to lie still. Got it?”

 

He pulled the T-shirt up over his head and dropped it beside the couch. Jill could only moan her agreement with his demand as her hands landed on his hard chest.

 

He remained still as she explored him, but only for a minute. A pelt of golden hair lay over amazing ridges and valleys that were male muscle and tendons. He’d been perfect as a young man. Now he was ripped. She’d had no idea how primitive that term was until now. Saying something like he was built or muscled was too tame for this body. Power moved beneath his skin and there was nothing civilized about it.

 

Jill had almost forgotten her own exposed chest but Holdin hadn’t as he leaned down to nuzzle the fragrant valley between her breasts.

 

His mouth moved over her in lazy licks that had Jill humming with sensations. Warm, sensual embers of constrained passion burst into flame with each touch. He kept the touches tender as he moved across her.

 

His hands molded her rib cage and slid down to the snap of her jeans. Pleasure burned her with his every touch. More than physical, it enveloped her mind with a heat that had been burning a long time. This was Holdin. Past and present melted together as he took what had always been his. Even when she hadn’t known it, her body had been his. Waiting for him, needing him, needing this. Nothing had ever been more right than this.

 

She wouldn’t have cared if she’d felt the snap of her pants give and the zipper slowly slide down. But she didn’t. All her attention was consumed in the lick of his clever tongue over her sensitive nipples until suddenly a large, warm hand spanned her lower abdomen and hard fingers strummed back and forth over velvety skin.

 

Her legs slowly fell off his hips to extend down on either side of him. “Ohhhh,” Jill moaned.

 

“Mmmm” was his agreeing noise as he sucked a nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth. Her hips tilted and his hand smoothly slid down to comb his fingers through the soft curls guarding her mound. At the top of her damp slit, he stopped to gently finger the sensitive crevice opening. Circling the spot she wanted him to touch.

 

Jill’s hands fisted in Holdin’s hair. She’d not even realized she was cradling his head to her breast. “More.” Her moan was a demand.

 

Holdin’s teeth clamped around her nipple in a small punishment and her fingers relaxed in his hair. A growl of approval rumbled around them and he was again sucking her abused flesh gently. Between her legs, slick fingers sank inside the folds she offered him. He still hadn’t touched her clit and the tension singing up her belly was a trembling combination of excitement and frustration.

 

He sawed those fingers up and down, separating plump folds but not increasing the stimulation, carefully not touching the swollen bundle of nerves that would give her the push she needed to reach the next level.

 

“Head still,” Holdin murmured as her mews increased.

 

“Yess…but I need more,” Jill hissed back at him.

 

“I know what you need, Jilly-girl. Do you know what I need?”

 

“Tell me,” she pleaded as her body moved on his hand.

 

“Your trust. That’s all I ask. Give it to me.” The deep bass of his voice drowned her as she sank into consuming sensations. It was difficult to make sense of that one.

 

“Holdin. I don’t know what you’re asking. What you want me to do?” Jill groaned in confusion. “Just tell me what you want.”

 

Funny thing was, Holdin wasn’t sure he knew what he wanted from her. Anything he told her to do would be worthless as proof she trusted him. She had to want to on her own. He needed her tied to him emotionally, physically, any way he could get her. Getting her back to the hospital was important. Not losing her to the prick with a stethoscope, imperative. Sealing his claim on her with her surrender was a primitive drive he had almost no control over.

 

His hand left the liquid heat between her legs and Jill opened her mouth to protest but let it out in a sigh of relief when he gripped her jeans and panties together and pulled them down her legs. He had to stand to slide her shoes and pull the clothing off. Already at her feet, he knelt on the sofa between them and, holding the leg on the edge of the couch, started kissing and nipping his way up it.

 

As he moved, he was spreading her wide, bending her knee and exposing her private flesh in the relatively bright office. He couldn’t miss the changes of time on her lower belly, thighs and hips and she almost didn’t even care anymore.

 

His maddening mouth moved over her inner thigh in stinging little bites that were injections of fire to already sensitized nerve endings. He was trying to drive her crazy. She knew it and loved it even more than she had in the past. Now, in this moment, as he finally licked the fold between thigh and cunt, she realized how unbearably erotic it was to know he would drive her nuts and control her in the same moment.

 

Just as he controlled his own strength, he mastered her need. A massive, powerful animal, he was careful not to mark her. With each touch she felt the tension in him and as it built, he became a lightning rod of concentrated energy. His control of that deadly need within himself drove her higher. It manifested in her as a euphoric rush. She was in the embrace of a feral beast and safer than she’d ever been before.

 

His tongue circled in the cream melting from her body. He licked it in as if it were his due, and it was. Then his wicked muscle invaded her and his lips sealed around her to suck hard. Jill bit her lip to stop the scream. Her hands fisted beside her on the sofa. He was eating her taste as carnally as it could be done. His hands held her thighs open with barely contained savagery and he was sating his taste for her. Her eyes closed and she panted, though from her shoulders up, nothing moved. Humming growls vibrated deep into her womb as Holdin took her intimate flavor and made it his possession.

 

Her thighs trembled under his hands and he knew she was close. But he wasn’t about to cut this short. His head lifted as his hands moved to frame his prize. Pink and swollen, he marveled as his thumbs gently pulled her outer folds back to bare her to him. It was more than looking at the perfection of the female sex. This was Jill. She lay beneath him swollen and dripping and she was his. All his. Her distended clit told him how much she needed and he suspected she might be close to knowing how badly he needed this from her.

 

His hunger for her always had been more than sexual. The relationship between them had been more. It was more now. It made him and destroyed him. He’d taken it for granted once in the ignorance of youth. Not that he’d been lazy about it, but it had never occurred to him that this woman could be taken from him. This time he could see the thief at the door waiting to snatch her from him again. He’d thought it would have been better to know it was coming but he’d been wrong. Knowing was hell.

 

This could not be taken from them. Nothing could change this. His mouth lowered to drink her. He needed this moment more than he needed breath. To feel her fly for him. Only for him.

 

“Come for me, Jilly-girl,” Holdin commanded.

 

His tongue flattened over her opening and slowly licked up to land on her clit. Then he took it into his mouth and gave her what she needed. Sucking gently at first, he absorbed her shocked jerk as her hips thrust up. His hands came up under her ass to hold her to him, he worked her most sensitive spot with concentrated intensity and she flew for him.

 

Jill’s body suddenly combusted as flames shot up her body and exploded. It had been so long and she couldn’t hold on. His wicked mouth took more as she gasped through the explosion. He sucked her clit in and rolled it gently then holding it between his lips, he lashed it with his tongue in hard, fast strokes that drove her into oblivion.

 

He didn’t stop as she writhed beneath his mouth. Fully engorged, her contracting pussy only became more sensitive as every touch dragged her along the razor edge between pleasure and pain. She crashed into a second orgasm before the first had let her go and she couldn’t hold back a low scream. Her hands clawed at his shoulders and he ignored them.

 

Gasping for air, Jill tried to shove him away. Her hands were ineffectual and his tongue a demanding beast that had made it clear he was not done with her. Her legs clenched around him, wrapping around his head and trying to arch her hips away from him. He held her in a vise grip and there was nothing she could do. She gave up and let her legs fall open as widely as possible while her body trembled once more in the fires he created for her. Release could only drag mewing moans out of her and then two fingers entered her in a hard thrust. He stretched her in a demanding invasion that shocked and drove her as nothing had before.

 

The finger-fuck was so dominant. He took her response, manipulating her while she knew he was not feeling a corresponding stimulation. His awareness of her reactions was unbelievably animal as his mouth worked her clit. He snarled and moved with her, never letting that screaming spot out from under his tongue. She rocketed into that place only Holdin could take her. Each hard thrust into intimate folds forced her pleasure to staggering peaks. Her body gushed and clenched, taking him greedily. Hot shots of sensation speared through her with each deep penetration and yet she knew it would soon be more. He always took more than she thought she could give. His snarling excitement vibrated up her and Jill doubted she could stand it.

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