Page 52 of His To Unravel (His & Hers Duet #1)

“Come here, baby.” His hands are steady as he adjusts our positions, moving me so that I’m lying beneath him, my back pressed into the sheets.

I’m suddenly aware of the disparity between us—he’s still fully clothed, his shirt wrinkled from where I’d fisted it in my hands earlier, his belt still fastened, his dark slacks rumpled.

Meanwhile, I’m stripped bare in every sense of the word.

He sits back on his heels, his gaze never leaving mine as he reaches for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one. The fabric slides off his shoulders, revealing the taut lines of muscle beneath, the faint scars etched across his forearms—remnants of the past he finally entrusted to me.

I can’t look away.

And still—he looks at me like I’m the miracle.

My fingers itch to reach for him, to touch and be touched, but I wait, sensing that he needs to take his time, that this is as much about baring himself emotionally as it is physically.

When he’s finally rid of the last barrier between us, he leans over me, bracketing my face between his arms. His body is warm, solid, his presence all-encompassing. He isn’t even touching me yet, but I feel him everywhere .

His eyes burn into mine, raw emotion flickering in the depths of that icy blue.

“It must have been divine providence when I saw you on campus that day.” His thumb brushes over my cheek. “I was meant to find you.”

My throat tightens.

“You’ve brought me back to life, Olivia.”

He says it with such conviction, as if I’ve become the very thing tethering him to the world.

“Now that I’ve had you, I can’t go back, baby. I can’t go back to a life without you.” His fingers fist the sheets beside my head. “You can’t leave me, Olivia. I swear to god, I won’t survive it.”

A shiver works its way down my spine. Not from fear, but from the truth in his words.

He isn’t just saying this. He believes it.

I reach for him then, my fingertips tracing the sharp edges of his jaw. “I’ll be here for as long as you want me,” I whisper.

Pain lances through his expression. “Don’t you understand?” His voice is strained. “I will always want you. I want you more and more with each passing day… I fear it will never subside.” Nathaniel repeats the words he said to me before and I realize that he has proven them to be true.

I pull him down to me, cupping his face between my palms, brushing my lips over his. “Then show me. Show me how much you want me.”

In one smooth, brutal motion, he thrusts into me— deep .

I cry out, my back arching as he fills me completely, stretching me to the limit. He’s so deep, it feels like he’s nestled right in my chest. His fingers dig into my waist as he pins me beneath him.

He buries his face in my neck and moves—slow, then harder, his breath a litany of my name, again and again, like he’s worshiping me with every stroke .

Another orgasm builds inside me like a tidal wave, threatening to break me in half.

“Can you take more for me, baby?” Nathaniel rasps, his voice rough.

My eyes fly open. “More?”

Before I can blink, he’s dragging me up and flipping me onto my stomach. His hand presses between my shoulder blades, keeping me down, while the other lifts my hips, positioning me exactly how he wants me.

And then he’s driving into me from behind with an intensity that makes me sob into the sheets. My hands claw at the bed as he thrusts harder, deeper, hitting the spot that makes my vision go white.

He grips my hips like he’ll never let go, pulling me back to meet every brutal thrust.

“You’re taking me so well,” he pants. Then he reaches around to stroke my clit, sending a current of pleasure down my torso.

“Your pussy is already clenching around me. You’re so close—I can feel it. Come on my cock, baby. I’m so close but I can’t come unless you do.” His hips stutter against mine. “I need to feel you come for me, Olivia.”

“Please,” I sob. “Harder!”

His body tenses and then he’s pounding into me, my body helpless beneath his. He’s hitting a place within me that no one else has reached before, setting me alight.

“You can do it, baby.” His fingers rub the swollen bud of my clit desperately. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

That’s all it takes.

I scream his name as I shatter, my body convulsing, pulsing around him.

Nathaniel is wild above me as he chases his own climax. He jerks once, then twice, before his body goes taut. He lets out a groan as his cock swells inside me and I feel his release coating my insides.

He stays buried for a breathless second, panting above me, hands gripping my hips like he’s afraid I’ll slip away.

Then slowly, he pulls out, and I collapse forward onto the bed, boneless and spent.

A moment later, he follows, shifting us so we are lying on our sides, facing each other.

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

Somewhere between breathless moans and ragged gasps, the words fall from his lips like a breath he couldn’t hold a second longer.

“Marry me.”

I freeze, every muscle locking in place, my pulse thundering in my ears. The weight of the words presses down on me, thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore.

Surely , I must have misheard.

Nathaniel’s fingers dig into my hips as his forehead presses to mine. His voice comes again, rougher this time, breaking under its own weight.

“I love you.” A pause, a sharp inhale, a whisper against my lips. “ Marry me, Olivia. ”