Page 197 of Redeemed

Again, she tries to close her legs, and again, I don’t let her.

“Just… just stop.” Her face is even redder now.

“You think I’m doing this for you?”

Those must’ve been the last words she expected me to say because she jerks her head back. “What?”

“You heard me.” I give her clit a single lick, unable to stop myself. “Your body is mine, and this is what I want from it right now.”

“But—”

“For the love of god, Haven, shut up.”

“Colton, this is—”

“I’m not a patient man, angel. I thought you learned that years ago. Nowshut the fuck upand let me enjoy this, or I’ll tie you down, gag you, and overstimulate you until the sun comes up.”

Her eyes widen in the way they always do when she realizes my threat is serious. She snaps her mouth shut, resolving to protest through a searing glare.

“Good girl.”

The glare intensifies, which only makes me chuckle. My girl really doesn’t know what’s good for her.

I dive back in and focus all my attention on her clit. Slowly, tension builds in her body, and the moans she tries to suppress slip free. Within minutes, her back is arching, and she’s coming hard. I don’t stop. In fact, I keep going with more enthusiasm than before.

This is the best part. Haven maywantto come, but an orgasm is mostly involuntarily, and I love pushing her there. I crave having all the control over her body like this.

“Colt—Colton!Stop, I can’t take it. I—”

Haven’s protests dissolve into a cry as I continue working her with my tongue. Her hips buck against my face, but I’m gripping her thighs enough to keep her from breaking away from my mouth. Even when her entire body starts shaking uncontrollably, I don’t stop.

My feelings toward Haven may be softening, but she still agreed to be our toy, and she needs to learn exactly what that means. If I want to fuck her face until she’s drooling and gagging, I will. If I want to overstimulate her until she’s so far gone that she doesn’t even remember her own name, I will. If I want to stuff all her holes with toys until she’s begging for release,I fucking will.And she’ll take it all without a single complaint.

While Haven writhes on the bed, I suck harder. It forces a scream out of her that’s so loud, it embeds itself into my soul. Not only am I the first man to eat her out, but I’m also the first to have her so lost in the throes of ecstasy that she’s forgetting to contain herself.

She’s always so quiet. Always hiding. But now, I’ve kicked down the walls she shelters herself with, and all that’s left is her. Real, raw, and completely mine.

“Window,” Haven chokes out.

I release her clit, and in a flash, I’m on the bed next to her. I stroke her cheek while she heaves in air. Tears are falling from her eyes from the overstimulation, and I freeze for a second. Have I ever seen her look so pretty?

“Angel.” I kiss her, and she gasps at her taste on my tongue. “God, angel, do you have any idea how perfect that was?”

When Haven looks up at me, something feels different than the last time I made her come. It was only a couple days ago, but there’s a definite change. Almost like something is missing.

She heaves in air, and her eyes fall closed. “So… so much.”

“You took it so well.” I kiss her again. I love how out of it she is, all from one orgasm. One orgasm thatIgave her.

A soft smile touches Haven’s lips. While I push her hair out of her face, I realize what’s absent in her expression.

Guilt.

Is that what struggling frees her from? Guilt around sex? Because she wants it? Enjoys it? Because she still feels like she’s cheating on Isaiah, but if she doesn’t consent, it’s not her fault?

I’m not sure what the exact reason is, but that doesn’t change the relief that seeps into my bones. Progress is progress, and I want to see Haven happy. I miss her carefree laughs and her bright smiles. I missher.

With a tired moan, Haven rolls into me. It’s late enough that we could probably justify going to bed. Considering how tired Haven is, I think she’d just be a zombie if I forced her to get up.

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