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  I sucked on her flesh until I knew it would be red, until I knew my mark would be on her.

  “I’ve wanted you too, Bastian. For so long.”

  I growled in approval, hummed in pleasure.

  “Bastian,” she hissed and clung to me more.

  The way she whispered my name had my cock jerking.

  She panted, sucked in air, and exhaled it harshly. “I need you. Just you.”

  “You have all of me. Only you.”

  I had us in my bedroom in seconds flat, no prolonging this, no waiting or teasing or tormenting.

  I shut the door even though it was just us and cupped the side of her face, staring into her eyes. And then I leaned in and ran my tongue along her bottom lip, tasting the sweet flavor of her mouth, of everything that was Holly.

  God, she was perfect.

  “What do you want, sweet girl? Tell me, sugar plum.”

  She had her eyes closed, her mouth parted slightly. “You. I want you now.”

  I curled my hands around her waist. God, I loved her curves. I pulled her impossibly closer, knowing she had to feel the stiff outline of my cock. There wasn’t any part of her I didn’t want to touch me.

  “Are we doing this?” she asked with hesitation in her voice.

  I pulled back slightly and smoothed my thumb along her bottom lip, my gaze trained on her mouth. “We so are, and there’s no going back.” I looked into her eyes. “I’m not giving you up. Ever.”

  She rose up on her toes, wound her arms around my neck, and kissed me like she needed me to survive.

  I groaned, loving that she opened her mouth wide for me. I plunged my tongue into the warm, sweet recess of her mouth. “How ready are you for me?” I whispered against her lips.

  “I’m so wet.”

  I couldn’t hold back my groan. My cock jerked even harder, and the only thing running through my mind in that moment was plunging my cock between her soft thighs.

  I needed to feel her pussy milking my cock, needed to feel her inner walls quiver around me as I brought her to climax over and over again.

  The filthy things I wanted to do to her would make her blush, no doubt.

  I had no control over my actions anymore, not right now, and not with Holly so responsive to me. “Mine,” I growled like some kind of animal. I leaned down so our mouths were only inches apart. “It’s only ever been you for me, Holly. Always.”

  She arched her chest, pressing her breasts against me again.

  I gnashed my teeth together at how good that felt. I turned us around and walked her backward, using my much bigger body as leverage to get her to do what I wanted.

  Before I knew what I was doing, because desire was claiming too hard right now, I was tearing at our clothes, tossing the material aside until we both stood there naked, her curves on display, her body flushed with arousal.

  I just stood there, watching her for long moments, loving her full tits, her pink, hard nipples, the way she had this gorgeous hour-glass figure. Her thighs were nice and thick, better to wrap around my waist and hold onto me as I fucked her, as I claimed her virginity.

  “Do you want me?” I asked in a low, deep voice, needing her to say the words… needing to hear them come from Holly.

  She licked her lips and nodded.

  “No, Holly. Say them. I want to hear the words.” The air stilled, thickening around us.

  “Yes, Bastian. I want you.”

  I groaned and ran my tongue along her lips, and she parted them for me, letting me enter the sweet, warm depths.

  I wanted to worship every single inch of her until she was weak and hanging onto me, begging for more.

  God, I felt the heat from her body slam into me.

  “I want to worship every single part of you with my hands, mouth, and tongue.” She sucked in a breath. “I want to make you come without even being inside you.”

  Holly made a small sound in the back of her throat, one of pleasure and need.

  This woman—my woman—was my undoing.

  “Please, Bastian,” she moaned. “No more waiting.”

  I reveled in the smoothness of her skin and felt like the world was crashing down around me. For years, I’d held back, buried my desires, but no more. Tonight, I would show Holly what she meant to me. I’d show her with every single part of me how much I cared about her… how much I loved her.

  She stared into my eyes, and I felt my heart beat a little faster at the vulnerability I saw, at the innocence.

  No one else would know how she felt, what she smelled like, what she sounded like when she orgasmed. That would only ever be for me to know.

  Did she know the power she held over me?

  “Touch me, Bastian,” she begged. “Claim me.”

  I kissed her again and again, thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth, about to do the same between her thighs.

  I pressed my body fully against hers, my muscles lining up with her softness. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she felt against me.

  This was turning out to be everything I’d fantasized about for the last two years.

  We deserved to be happy.

  I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight, and when I moved my hand between our bodies, finally touching her pussy, I felt like I’d come right then and there.

  “On the bed for me.” My voice was so hoarse, scratchy, almost inaudible.

  “You want me on your bed?”

  She was tempting the beast within me. I nodded but didn’t say anything verbal.

  And then she was climbing onto the mattress, her ass on full display, the twin mounds like a perfectly ripened peach.

  “I need you, Bastian,” she whispered as she looked over her shoulder at me.

  Fuck, this female was going to be the death of me.

  Beads of sweat started to cover every inch of me, and the monster between my legs jerked, pre-cum dotting the tip. I needed to pop that sweet fucking cherry of hers. I needed to tunnel my dick into her virgin pussy and mark her from the inside out.

  My cock was like a steel rod between my legs, demanding to get inside her, jerking to fill her up. My balls were drawn up to my body, feeling heavy, filled with seed.

  And then I was against her, my dick nestled between the crease of her plump ass, pre-cum spreading across her smooth, peachy skin. Before I knew what I was doing, I had her flipped onto her back, her tits bouncing and swaying slightly from the force. Fuck, that was hot. I leaned back and looked down at her belly, the indent of her navel making my mouth water. God, she was so gorgeous.

  I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. “I want to pump deep inside you, Holly. I want to fill you up with my cum, watch as it starts to come out of you and dampen the sheets.”

  “Bastian. God,” she breathed out.

  All I could think about was our hot, sweaty bodies pressed together as I fucked her, as I showed Holly what it meant to be claimed, marked, and loved fully.

  I pressed my chest to hers, loving that her breasts were so full, would most definitely overfill my hands. She spread her thighs even more, and my cock was now nestled between her pussy folds. I gripped her chin loosely, gently, holding her in place as I leaned in and kissed her, mouth fucked her again and again. I pressed my dick back and forth against her, my cock sliding between her slit and bumping against her clit with every upstroke. She gasped and I groaned. She was so wet, so juicy.

  I started moving a little faster, pumping my cock against Holly, loving that she made these explicit noises for me. “Christ, you’re so damn primed for me.” I slid both my hands behind her and gripped the plump mounds of her ass.

  I pulled her impossibly closer to me as I kept stroking my dick through her cleft.

  When she moaned, I grunted and held onto her ass even harder, knowing there would be bruises come morning.

  “Yes,” she moaned, and I kissed her again, swallowing the sound.

  Right now, I just wanted to push into her, stretching her virgin pussy,
feeling her inner muscles surround every big inch of me.

  “Are you ready for me?” I asked in a deep voice I couldn’t control.

  “Yes, Bastian. God, yes. I’m so ready for you.”

  I kept one hand on her ass and moved the other between our bodies, taking hold of my cock and placing it at her entrance.

  Right now, I was being a dirty bastard as I rubbed my cock along her cleft, up and down, not penetrating her like I wanted to. “Fuck, Holly. Baby girl, sugar plum, you’re so wet for me, so ready for me to take your innocence.” I looked right in her eyes, not stopping my ministrations.

  She grabbed onto the back of my head, pulling at the strands of my hair, making my desire for her climb even higher. The pain and pleasure from her tugging at the strands had me hissing for more.

  Groans spilled from both of us.

  Closing my eyes, I stilled above her, my muscles feeling strained, taut.

  Be calm. Keep control.

  “I’m ready, Bastian. I’m ready for you.”

  There was no way I was going to wait, no way I was going to even attempt to stop this.

  I placed the tip of my dick at her entrance, stared into her eyes, and in a slow move, I pushed into her body. Her mouth parted as I tunneled into her.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry, Holly baby. You’re so damn tight.” I groaned and clenched my jaw as intense pleasure tore through me. I was going to come if I didn’t control myself.

  I buried inch after inch into her. For a moment, time stood still.

  Right now, there was only us.

  For the rest of our lives there was only us.

  I thrust my hips forward, pushing another inch into her. I groaned and closed my eyes, unable to help myself.

  Her inner muscles clenched around me, and I clenched my jaw. “Sugar plum, you can’t do that or I’ll get off too soon.”

  “I love you so much,” she moaned.

  “I love you too, baby,” I grunted. “Christ. Just like that, baby.” I started moving in and out of her, faster and harder, claiming every inch of Holly.

  I was so far inside there wasn’t a part of her I wasn’t touching.

  The sound of wet flesh slapping together was so erotic, so filthy, I could have come from that alone.

  The root of my cock rubbed against her clit every time I slammed into her. And when I rotated my hips, causing a different kind of sensation to consume both of us, she dug her nails into my flesh harder. I hissed and groaned in unison.

  “You’re so tight it’s almost painful.” I knew my expression was fierce. I felt it become primal. Sweat beaded my brow, and I made this low sound when I pulled out and then slammed into her especially hard. “I want you to come for me. I want to see you get off.” I reached between us and pressed my thumb to her clit, rubbing the bud back and forth while I still tunneled in and out of her.

  Fuck.

  My breathing was coming out in short, hard pants. I was close to getting off, so fucking close.

  “Holly. God, I love you,” I said low, feral. I slammed into her again and applied more pressure to her clit until I was about to explode and fill her up. But before I went over the edge, I stilled.

  “More.” Holly said that word right away, and I growled low in approval as I started moving once more.

  I got lost in her. “Fuck, yes, Holly. Fuck. Yes.” I grunted like an animal and pumped into her like an animal. “You’re mine. Say it.”

  She stared up at me with wide eyes and said instantly, “I’m yours.” She gasped when I slammed into her so hard she moved up an inch on the bed, and I saw the moment her orgasm hit.

  “God, Holly, baby.” The pleasure on her face was because of me, and that fact, that knowledge, turned me on even more.

  “You’re fucking perfect,” I grunted and came, filled her up with the hard jets of my seed. I wanted it all. I wanted her pleasure mounted even higher. Then I felt another orgasm wrack her body, her pussy clenching around my cock, rendering me speechless, breathless.

  I pulled almost all the way out then pushed in deep again, stilling, making sure she took every single drop.

  When several moments passed, only then did I open my eyes and look at her. Beads of sweat covered my body, and she reached up and smoothed her finger over my temple. I loved this woman so much.

  I might be her father’s best friend. I might even be much older than she was. But I didn’t care.

  I loved her and she loved me, and that’s all that mattered.

  Damn the consequences.

  Eight

  Holly

  "Good morning, sugar plum."

  My eyes fluttered open. I didn't recognize the room I was in, and I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as my gaze zeroed in on my surroundings.

  I was in a bedroom. Bastian was sitting next to me, wearing a blue robe. I was wearing his shirt.

  The events of the previous night hit me hard, making my stomach twist.

  I'd done it. I'd slept with him.

  Guilt threatened to swallow me up as my eyes found Bastian's. He looked so happy. So content with everything that happened. I allowed myself to smile shakily, and he leaned over, pressing a kiss against my cheek as he pointed to the spot on the bed between us. "I thought you might be hungry, so I whipped up some breakfast."

  My eyes followed his to the tray he'd set up with sunny-side-up eggs, buttered toast, and freshly squeezed orange juice—with pulp, just the way I liked it. "This is so thoughtful, Bastian."

  "You deserve it all." His fingers wrapped around my arm and he gently pulled me in, whispering the next words against my lips that were still plump and sore from his fervent kisses.

  Heart pounding with the knowledge of what we'd done, I reached out for the glass with shaky fingers and took a long gulp of the cold liquid. I was going to have to say something. There was no way Bastian wouldn't notice what was going through my mind.

  His brows knitted together with worry as if on cue, and he asked, "Everything okay?"

  "I..." I swallowed thickly, unsure how to get the words out. "I feel guilty."

  "Guilty?"

  "Because of what we've done. We slept together, Bastian."

  "There's nothing wrong with that," he told me firmly. "I love you, sugar plum. We were meant to be together." I remained quiet, and his gaze on me was heavy as he came to a realization. "Are you regretting what happened?"

  "No," I answered, and it was the truth. "Of course not, I could never. But..."

  "But what?"

  "But my dad," I whispered. "I can't do this to him. He trusts you. He trusts me. This would tear him apart."

  Bastian remained quiet, not saying a word as I slid my legs out of the bed and pulled on the panties I'd discarded on the floor last night. Just then, there was the sound of a doorbell.

  "I'll get that," Bastian muttered. I didn't respond, and he didn't look at me, just headed to get the door. I got dressed in a hurry then followed him down. I heard a familiar voice in the hallway.

  "I was so worried. I'm just so glad you were there to help her."

  I walked around the corner, my cheeks blushing deep as I came face-to-face with my father. "Dad?"

  "Oh, honey, there you are!" He rushed to me, arms wrapping around me as he pulled me in for a bear hug. "I was so worried about you, Holly. You never came home last night, and you haven't been answering my calls."

  As he hugged me, my eyes went to Bastian, standing behind Daddy with a stony expression. "Well, I called Bastian, Daddy. I didn't want to wake you, so I just asked him to come pick me up. I had a little too much to drink last night."

  "Oh, Holly." He smoothed down my hair. "You know you can always rely on me. But I'm glad you called Bastian. There's no one else I'd rather have taking care of my little girl than my best friend."

  My stomach tied into painful knots at his words. If only he'd known how I wanted Bastian to take care of me...

  "I'm glad you're here now, Dad," I told him. "And I'm so sorry I didn't let you know
where I'd be. Can I come home with you?"

  "Of course. I'll wait for you at the elevator. And Bastian... thank you for always having my little girl's back." Dad patted Bastian on the back, and the two men exchanged smiles. Dad left then, allowing me to collect my things, and I snuck into Bastian's bedroom to get my purse. Bastian was hot on my trail but didn’t say a word as I grabbed my phone and stashed it in my handbag.

  "Thanks for letting me stay over," I muttered, not quite meeting his eyes as I put my purse up on my shoulder. "And thank you for taking care of me."

  "Of course, sugar plum." He was looking at me, and I could tell how much he wanted me to lock eyes with his. There were so many words left unspoken between us, but I was too afraid to say any of them. What we'd done... it should have felt wrong, but it didn't. Still, my guilt was eating me alive. "If you need anything else, you only need to call me. Whenever, wherever you are."

  "Thank you, Bastian." I hesitated before walking up to him. Finally, our eyes met as I leaned in close to press a kiss against his cheek. His body went stiff when I did it, but I pulled back quickly before either of us could allow the kiss to go further. "I better go now; Daddy will be waiting."

  He nodded, and I dashed past him to the elevator, where Dad was already waiting for me.

  As the door began to close, I caught sight of Bastian standing outside his apartment door. He was waving us off, but his signature grin was nowhere to be seen. For the first time since my mom passed away, I caught Bastian looking deeply upset.

  And it was all my fault.

  I decided to skip my only lecture for the day and make a nice home-cooked meal instead. Dad didn't complain, and he didn't even give me the dreaded conversation about drinking, though I had a feeling it was still coming. As I put a roast on the table, accompanied with some green beans and roasted veggies, he complimented me and we dug in together.

  "You seem so serious today, Holly," he said after a few moments of silence. "What's going through your head? Nothing happened at that party, did it?"

  His words instantly made me blush, and I shook my head vehemently. "No, Daddy. Everything is fine. I'm just preoccupied with all this end of the year, holiday stuff."