Holden Sterling: The Sterling Brothers Billionaire Saga BWWM Book 1

Episode 89: Holden (He's Dead!)

The way Eriola is squirming beneath me is fucking intoxicating. I can't help but let my hands roam her body, touching, feeling, owning every inch. She is all mine, and goddamn it feels good to claim her. The need in her eyes, the desire in her voice - it's all too much for me. I'm drowning in it.

Eriola's breath hitches as my fingers trace along her collarbone, down to her breasts. I take my time here, teasing and torturing her until she writhes beneath me. Her moans are like a sweet symphony playing for my ears only.

"Please," she whimpers, unable to take the torment any longer.

I chuckle darkly, finally giving in and kneading her soft breasts. But I love to make her wait; patience is a virtue after all. "Begging so soon, Cupcake?" I tease, releasing one hand to run it down her stomach, stopping just above where she needs me the most.

She arches her back off the bed, whimpering at the slight contact of my fingers against her heated core. "Holden," she pants out my name and it sends an electric jolt straight through me.

My fingers delve into the wet heat between her thighs, causing Eriola to gasp out loud at the sudden intrusion. But as soon as her body adjusts to the intrusion, pleasure overtakes her senses. "Fuck H-Holden...more," she pants out breathlessly.

I take a moment to look down at Eriola - hair spread across the silk sheets like a halo around her head, chest heaving with every panting breath she takes, eyes glazed over with lust - and I can't help but think this is exactly where she belongs; under me, writhing in pleasure. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I saw it was only 3:30pm. I still had some time before I needed to leave.

I pick up the pace, my fingers thrusting in and out of her quicker. The sight of Eriola coming undone underneath me is nothing short of addictive. "Just let go," I command, watching as she climaxes with a loud cry, her walls clamping down around my fingers.

My name spills from her lips as she rides out the waves of pleasure rocking through her body. God, I could get used to hearing that. It's fucking music to my ears. With Eriola still shivering beneath me, I pull my fingers away from her, grinning as I see the frustration flicker in her eyes.

"Not yet, Cupcake," I murmur, sitting back on my heels. The dampness of my fingers gleams in the dim light of the room, a testament to her desire for me. Leaning down, I capture her lips in a fierce kiss, but I keep my hands off her body - denying us both the contact we crave.

"Dammit Holden..." she growls against my lips, and I can't help but let out a low laugh.

"That's it, sweetheart," I encourage her, relishing the sound of her curse. "Let it all out."

With that, I sit back on my heels again, leaving a gaping space between us and ignoring her frustrated whimper. At that moment, I can't help but watch her - lying there so beautifully wrecked because of me. Every throb of need within me is mirrored in her flushed cheeks and heaving chest. My gaze roams over each curve of her body with an intensity that makes her squirm.

As much as I want to plunge into her right now and lose myself in her warmth, this is a game we both enjoy far too much to end it prematurely. Her impatient writhing and whimpers only inflame the beast within me more than ever. And as always, there's this dark satisfaction within my twisted soul knowing that only I am capable of making Eriola crave like this.

"Please, Holden," she whispers again, a touch of desperation in her tone. Her body is screaming for me. Her eyes are begging for me. And who am I to deny us both the pleasure we crave for?

With a smirk, I let my hands glide over her body, tracing her curves. One of my hands stops to cup her breast while the other travels lower. She gasps as my fingers slide between her legs, teasing her glistening folds, driving her to the very brink of insanity.