Chaos Bound (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #4)(71)

She pulled away, gasped for breath, her breasts rising, pressing against the hard muscle of his chest. “Holt. What are you—?”

“I need you,” he said. “You’re mine, and I’m not going to let you go. Whatever I have to do, whatever it takes, however long … If you can’t live the biker life after I’m done with Viper, then I won’t live it. But you can’t leave me. I am nothing, Naiya, if I don’t have you.”

*

Adrenaline pulsed through Holt’s veins, followed by a surge of panic when Naiya tried to pull away. He felt right with her, complete, the way he felt with Tank, but this feeling was deeper, more intense. He’d felt lost without Tank. But if Naiya left, he would be destroyed.

With a fierce hold, he cupped the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, trying to tell her with his actions what he couldn’t say in words. He was totally and utterly raw, emotionally exposed, flayed by Tank’s revelation and Naiya’s threat to walk away.

Naiya smoothed the damp hair from his temples. “Is that a request?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be. Just so long as it means you aren’t walking out that door.” His future was no longer neatly laid out, his plan for vengeance no longer clear. All he knew for certain was that he’d been looking for something all his life and he’d found it with her. She was the only thing that made sense in the world. She was sweet in his arms but strong enough to defy him, beautiful and brave, stubborn and sexy. He had been through hell and survived, and his reward had come in the form of a woman who could bend but not break, challenge but not conform, submit but not surrender. Naiya was his. Totally, utterly, and irrevocably. And he would never let her go.

She gave him a slow, sensual kiss that sent all his blood rushing to his groin. “I have a feeling even if I did leave, you’d follow me.”

“To the ends of the earth.”

Naiya knew him in his new skin. Cared about him even though he didn’t know what it was about this new Holt that would attract a woman like her. He didn’t need to flirt or tease or seduce. He wasn’t the “good guy,” mediating his way through disputes, playing jokes, or being everyone’s best friend. The new Holt was demanding and controlling. Impatient. Serious. So far removed from the self he knew, he would be lost without Naiya to anchor him to the ground. He needed her now. Needed to claim her, body and soul.

As if she could read his mind, Naiya drew his head down, brushed her lips over his ear. “Show me. Show me how much you want me. Don’t hold back. Don’t stop. You have my permission to take what you need from me, do what you want with me. I trust you, Holt.”

As if a dam broke inside him, Holt crushed her mouth to his, driving away all his fear and panic as he gave in to the primitive instinct to conquer and claim. His tongue swept over every inch of her mouth, touching, tasting, drowning in her sweet surrender.

Naiya slid her hands under his shirt, pushing it up. She pressed a soft kiss to his chest and he yanked the shirt over his head. Licking her lips, Naiya placed her palms flat against Holt’s chest and stroked over his pecs. “I want to feel you against me. Skin to skin.”

Holt’s brain fuzzed with lust. Desperate to undress her, he shoved her shirt and bra up over her breasts, almost tearing them off her as she pulled them over her arms. When she was bare before him, he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her taut nipples against his bruised, scarred chest. She felt so right. Perfect. His. With a low groan he sank his teeth into the sensitive spot between her neck and her shoulder, sucking her skin between his teeth.

“I need to mark you,” he murmured against her skin. “I want the world to know you’re mine.”

*

Naiya sucked in a sharp breath as Holt left his mark, pain and pleasure mixing in a cocktail of lust that made her tremble in anticipation. For the first time in forever, she had opened up to a man—baring her deepest secrets. And now she was going to open to him another way—she was going to give him her body, uninhibited, unrestrained, without fear or regret—and trust that he wouldn’t hurt her.

Her heart thundered as her hand dropped to his belt. “Is that all you’ve got?” She yanked open his fly, shoved his jeans down, freeing his cock from its restraint. “I said don’t hold back.”

Holt’s voice dropped to a husky growl. “Damn. You might not believe it, or even want it, but you’ve got biker in you, right to the core.”

He kicked off his jeans and dropped to his knees in front of her. Naiya slid her hands through his thick, soft hair as he trailed his hand down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. For a moment she thought—feared—he was going to slow down, but in five seconds flat her jeans were open and their hands were tangling as they shoved her clothing over her hips. Holt stood as she stepped out of her jeans and panties. With a deep, erotic growl, he cupped her ass and ground her hips against his.

Throwing aside her inhibitions, Naiya wrapped her hand around his thick cock, gliding her thumb over the smooth, moist head. “I want you. Inside me. Now.”

He jerked his hips, pumping into her hand, and his voice thickened. “There’s a condom in my pocket.”

She slid her hand up his cock from base to tip. “I’m on the pill. Are you…?”

Holt stilled. “Yeah. I’m clean. Never gone bareback before, but get checked out once a year just the same. And the last three months—”