Page 84 of Hold Me Tight

Her eyes glisten, and she gulps like she’s trying to swallow everything I just confessed.

In that moment, I can’t help but wonder if I said too much.

Peeled back too many layers.

If I’ve completely shattered the line between wanting her and needing her, because that’s what this is.

Need.

I’m not here to play games.

And I don’t want to pretend or hold anything back.

My mask is slipping, and I don’t give a fuck.

Not with her.

Not anymore.

One taste, and the part of me I’ve always kept tightly restrained, snapped loose like a leash torn clean.

The beast inside me has broken free.

And he’s hungry.

Territorial.

Most of all, he belongs to her.

My eyes lock on hers, and for a second, everything else fades away.

It’s just us.

And the ache filling my heart.

Along with the truth I’ve held inside for years.

“I need you to understand exactly what you’re getting yourself into,” I say. “I won’t let you go. Not easily, anyway. Not like he did.”

Her gaze never wavers. “Good.”

Something inside me loosens at her easy acquiescence. It’s like a knot that’s been tied too tight finally gives.

I brush a strand of hair away from her cheek. “And if you end up with a baby in your belly, I’ll put a ring on your finger so damn fast it’ll make your head spin. I’ll be dragging your sexy ass to the altar. No questions asked.”

A smile tugs at her mouth. “And if I say no?”

I groan, teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock, watching her arch into me, as if she needs me as much as I need her. It only takes a stroke or two before a moan slips free from her.

“Are you really gonna say no to the man who worships the very ground you walk on?” I rasp, dragging myself through her softness.

With a gasp, she shakes her head. “No, I wouldn’t. But?—”

“There are no buts,” I growl. “Now, are you ready to be fucked the way a man should’ve been fucking you all along?”

Her head tips back as a needy sound spills from her. “God, yes.”

That’s all I need to hear.