Page 23 of His To Unravel (His & Hers Duet #1)

In my bedroom, I lay her gently on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. She looks up at me, her damp hair framing her face, her lips parted slightly. There’s a softness to her expression that makes my knees weak.

So I kneel before her, reverent, and trail my fingers up her calf slowly. Her skin is like satin beneath my fingers as I continue my ascent upward. I stop when I reach the hem of my shirt pooled at her thighs, letting my knuckles brush the sensitive skin just beneath. “Olivia, I need to see you.”

Her breath catches, her fingers curling tightly into the fabric, clutching it like armor. For a moment, I think she might resist, that some last vestige of doubt will draw her away. But then her hands loosen, falling to her sides, as she locks her eyes with mine and nods.

Giving herself to me.

I peel the shirt from her, baring her inch by inch. The sight of her bare and vulnerable steals the air from my lungs. She is perfection—full, round breasts on her slight frame, nipples taut with anticipation, and soft curves that beg to be worshiped.

Unable to hold back any longer, I dip my head to taste her.

The first hit is intoxicating and I’m immediately ravenous for more. My lips close around her nipple and I groan at the heat of her skin against my tongue.

Olivia gasps, hands grasping my shoulders and her back arching involuntarily into my mouth. When my teeth graze her delicate skin, teasing her sensitive peak, she releases a shaky breath, her body trembling in my arms.

I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same meticulous care, alternating between soft sucks and teasing flicks of my tongue. She begins to moan for me, the grip of her fingers tightening. She doesn’t say anything, but I know she needs more, and I am desperate to satisfy her.

I release her nipple and begin trailing open-mouthed kisses up the slope of her breast to the column of her throat, breathing her in .

“You’re everything,” I whisper in her ear, the words spilling from me unbidden, as though they have been waiting for this moment to be spoken. “And you’re mine.”

Her breath hitches again, her eyes darkening as she watches me. Slowly, I ease her back onto the bed, her body sinking into the sheets.

God, the image of her like this—flushed, disheveled, trembling—will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life.

She lets me guide her as I spread her legs, and I feel an overwhelming surge of possessiveness. No one else will ever touch her like this, will ever know her like I do. I will end anyone who dares to try.

From under heavy lids, she watches as I yank off my sweater and step out of my pants. The hunger in her eyes mirrors the ache burning through me. Finally, I remove my boxers, the final barrier between us falling away.

Her gaze lingers on me as I lower my hand, and when I palm my length, thick and heavy against my stomach, her breath hitches.

Heat shoots down my spine and I feel precum slip from my cock as I gaze down at her sex. There isn’t a single thought in my brain, just the driving need to touch, taste, kiss, and savor her pussy.

I slide down, threading my arms under her thighs and dragging her closer to my mouth. Her muscles clench and arousal glistens at her entrance. And fuck, that sight undoes me.

I want her soaked by the end of the night.

I lower my mouth to her, dragging my tongue over her pulsing clit. Her body jolts, her hands scrambling for the sheets, a ragged cry slipping free.

She can’t possibly imagine how much I burn for her, how willingly I’ll let myself be engulfed by her flames. Never in my life have I been so hot for someone, nor have I ever felt such a visceral need.

I suck her sensitive nub between my lips, devouring her taste, basking in the sounds she makes as her breath quickens and her head tips back against the pillows.

“You’re beautiful like this,” I murmur against her skin. “Completely undone. Don’t hold back, Olivia. Let me have all of you.”

Her body responds to my words, her thighs trembling around my shoulders and her fingers fisting the sheets harder as a soft, broken moan escapes her lips. It’s a sound I want to own, to hear over and over until she can no longer hold anything back from me.

She comes apart beneath my mouth, her orgasm ripping through her with desperate little cries, her whole body clenching and shuddering as she lets go.

Fuck me , my girl is exquisite.

But even as her body relaxes, I can see it in her eyes—a flicker of hesitation. She’s still holding part of herself back. A spark of resistance still remains, and I can’t stop until it is extinguished.

I push myself up and lean over her, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat, letting my lips linger as I inhale the intoxicating blend of her scent and satisfaction. My hand slides along her waist, firm but unhurried, as I whisper against her skin. “You’re holding back.”

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks at me with a mix of confusion and guilt. “I?—”

I silence her with a kiss, soft and deliberate, pouring everything I feel into the connection.

“It’s not enough, Olivia,” I tell her, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “I need all of you. Every look, every breath, every thought.” My thumb brushes along her cheek, a gentle contrast to the intensity of my words.

Her lips part as if to protest, but nothing comes out. Instead, her eyes search mine, wide and uncertain, as though trying to understand what I’m asking of her.

Without breaking eye contact, I shift us, guiding her until she’s straddling me. Her hands instinctively press against my chest, her thighs squeezing my hips. Her gaze searches mine, and I can feel the weight of her uncertainty.

“You said you’re mine,” I say, brushing my hands lightly over her thighs. “Show me.”

Her eyes dip to where her fingers splay against my skin before returning to mine. I can see the war waging within her—the push and pull of fear and trust, of surrender and control. But I don’t rush her. This isn’t a moment to seize; it’s a choice I need her to make.

“You can set the pace,” I say softly, coaxing her as though offering a gift instead of issuing a challenge. “You’re in control, Olivia.”

Her hands shift, her fingers curling slightly against my chest. Her eyes dart away, her lashes lowering as though the intensity of my gaze is too much to bear.

And then, she moves—tentative, unsure—grinding herself against my erection. Her weight shifts in the faintest of motions, her head bowing slightly as though she’s testing her own resolve. A potent dose of pleasure zips down my spine.

Her movements are slow, deliberate, and I let them be.

I don’t push, don’t guide, forcing myself to hold back even as every fiber of me screams to take over.

This isn’t just about physical intimacy; this is about her choosing me.

And even though my mind is hazy with desire, I know I have to make her feel safe enough to give herself to me completely.

My hand moves to the bedside table and I open the drawer. Her gaze tracks the movement, curiosity flaring for an instant before her cheeks flush, understanding dawning.

I hold her gaze as I rip the condom open with my teeth and sheath myself slowly.

Her lips part, and she exhales softly. I see something new in her expression—resolve.

She wants this .

Wants me .

“You decide what happens next, Olivia.” I murmur, fisting my cock, stroking once.

I can’t stop the thought that lingers like a thorn: What if this isn’t enough? What if she still keeps herself from me?

But then, she rubs herself over my length once more, dragging her slick heat over the sensitive head and eliciting a groan from me.

She bites her lip and nods. “Yes,” she breathes as she shifts forward, rising to line herself up with me. “Nate, I want you.”

“Then take all of me, baby,” I rasp as I guide myself to her warm, slick entrance.

She begins to lower herself with a moan. The first inch slides into her tight, wet heat, and it nearly kills me.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she sinks down, inch by fucking inch, stretching and enveloping me.

It’s torture. It’s euphoric. It’s everything I’ve ever needed.

It takes a moment, but eventually, she takes me fully inside her, a rush of breath falling from her lips. “Fuck, Nate, you feel so good ,” she gasps, her head tipping back.

Then she starts to move, rolling her hips over me, rocking and bouncing experimentally, setting off a slow burn that kindles into an unstoppable blaze. Every movement feels like a revelation, as though she’s writing her surrender across my skin, carving it into my soul.

Unable to resist, my hands move up her ribs, palming her tits and thumbing her tight, sensitive nipples. “That’s it, you’re taking my cock so well, my beautiful girl.”

She moans at my words, thrusting herself down on my dick harder and faster. Her eyes flutter shut, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. I can’t look away as her hesitance gives way to a slow, building confidence.

Needing more of her, I pull Olivia down and take her lips with mine, devouring her soft little moans between kisses. Her hips never stop moving, even as my mouth trails to her throat, sucking at the delicate pulse there. She keeps complete control of our pace.

It’s making me delirious, but she needs this, and I want to be the one to give it to her.

Bracing her hands on my chest, she pushes up, staring down at me as she swirls her hips, gripping me like a vise. Then, her hand slips between her thighs and she brushes her fingers along my cock where it moves in and out of her.

The sight makes something feral snap in my chest.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl, gripping her hips as I grind up into her in short, brutal thrusts.

I fight the urge to flip her over and fuck her the way I want to, not only because I want to make this good for her, but also because being with her like this is beyond anything I could have ever imagined. It could last forever and it wouldn’t be enough.

She smirks down at me, a wicked glint in her eyes as she leans forward and grinds her clit against the base of my cock.

I surge up on my elbows and grab a fistful of her hair, tugging gently. “Say it, Olivia.”

In response, she just grins wider and rides me faster. I meet her thrust for thrust, driving deeper into her, holding nothing back.

She leans forward and cradles my face with both hands, kissing me with fervor.

But it still isn’t enough.

I break the kiss and stop thrusting, pulling her head back and forcing her to meet my eyes. “Say. It.”

For a moment, all I hear is our ragged breathing, the frantic pounding of my heart.

Then—

“I’m yours, Nathaniel,” she whispers, her voice barely audible but strong enough to set my chest alight.

The words strike me like lightning, sharp and brilliant. I’ll never grow tired of hearing them .

My control shatters.

I drive up into her again, hard, deep, and relentless. Then I slide my hand between her thighs and press my thumb against her clit.

A shattered cry escapes her lips, her body clenching around me as I rub her in tight circles, fucking her through every broken, beautiful sound she makes.

“That’s it, baby,” I rasp against her throat. “Let go.”

She comes hard, grinding against my hand, milking my cock with desperate, helpless spasms.

The sight, the feel of her falling apart for me, rips the last thread of control from my body.

I swell inside her and she pulls back, watching as I jerk into her, grunting, trying to hold off but knowing it’s futile.

I come hard with Olivia wrapped around me in every way.

As the moment crests, I let my head fall back against the pillows, taking my girl with me. Her head rests against my chest, her breath warm against my skin.

I press a kiss to the crown of her head, my lips lingering as I whisper the truth I can no longer contain. “You belong to me now, Olivia. Just as I belong to you.”

Her only response is to nestle closer, her silence speaking volumes as I hold her in the quiet aftermath. It isn’t just a victory—it’s a promise, one that I will never allow her to break.

Dawn casts a faint glow through the curtains, illuminating the quiet sanctuary of my bedroom. However, my attention is singularly fixed on Olivia, lying beside me, her form soft and undisturbed.

Watching her sleep, I feel an ache that is both hunger and satisfaction, a pull so relentless it leaves me teetering between gratitude and desperation. In this state—unguarded, vulnerable, her lips slightly parted and her breath even—she’s mine in a way that transcends words.

And yet, impossibly, I crave more.

My fingers graze her cheek, brushing over the curve of her jaw, and she shifts toward me instinctively, even in sleep. That simple reaction sears into me, igniting a dark satisfaction that surges through every fiber of my being.

I bend forward, pressing my lips to her shoulder, to her collarbone, needing to mark her, to lay claim to every inch of her in a way she will carry with her even beyond this moment.

Each second she lies here, wrapped in my sheets, only heightens the hunger—the bone-deep certainty that no matter how much I have her, it will never be enough.

The more she gives me the more I need her, as if each moment only sharpens my awareness of how inextricably she’s bound herself into my life, my mind. This is more than want. It’s a dark tether that tightens with every breath she takes beside me, an addiction that pulses in my veins.

My lips trail along her skin, tasting the warmth of her as she stirs, her mouth curving faintly as if she feels me, even in her dreams.

A flash of possessive pride courses through me, fierce and consuming.

This peace, this contentment etched into her expression—it’s mine to give, mine to protect, mine to control.

I’m her anchor, the one who keeps her grounded, and I intend to ensure that she never finds that solace anywhere but within my reach.

As she settles back into sleep, her words from last night echo in my mind, her promise resonating with a weight that threatens to unhinge me: I’m yours, Nathaniel.

The certainty of it is both a balm and an obsession, one that I will nurture until every corner of her world belongs to me alone .

I wrap my fingers gently around her hand, a silent vow binding me to her. I will give her everything, anything.

And yet, beneath the calm, a darker thought lurks.

If that trust ever wavered, if she ever turned away… No.

I’m in so deep now that if she ever changed her mind, I would surely lose mine.