Page 266 of Redeemed

She does, keeping herself propped up on her elbows, and I push her thighs apart even wider. Her pussy is glistening, and I lean in to give her a slow lick from entrance to clit.

“Colt,” Haven gasps.

The combination of Haven’s taste and the way she says my name almost undoes me. My arms wrap around her thighs to hold her where I need her, and I lose all self control. When I bury my face between her legs, she cries out and grabs onto my hair with one of her hands.

I suck on her clit, and it pulls a choked whimper from Haven. I need more of that sound. I need to make her feel everything I’m feeling and more. I need her obsessed.

While I eat Haven out, I hardly come up for air. She can barely take it. I know I’m being intense, and I’m not letting her pull away. That’s how this is going to be, though. There’s no way I can stop myself.

“I’m gonna come,” Haven gasps within a few minutes.

I have to force myself to pull back. Haven cries out in disappointment, but I’m already standing and shoving the chair out of the way.

“The only way you’re coming today is with that dripping pussy wrapped around my cock.” I yank my pants down and kick them off the rest of the way. “Your orgasms are mine, and I want to feel each and every one.”

The counter puts her at the perfect height for me to fuck her. I stroke my dick, and she lets out the tiniest moan at the sight of it. It’s exactly how I feel about her. With her naked body on display, her hair cascading down her back, and her tattoo standing out against her skin, she’s a sight to behold.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, and when her eyes leave my dick so she can look at me, I smile.

She reaches for me. “Come here.”

When I step in between Haven’s legs, she widens them and wiggles herself closer to me until she’s right on the edge of the counter. She circles both her arms around my neck and kisses me deep and slow, like she means it.

Because she does,I realize.

It hits me that I’ve never done this before. Sure, I’ve fucked plenty of girls, but there was always some kind of barrier between us. Not necessarily a physical one, butalwaysan emotional one.

BDSM can be a way to open yourself up to another person. It can be intimate, vulnerable, special. But it’s also easy to hide behind a dynamic, to fall into a role and not let it get any deeper than that.

Like this, there’s nowhere for me to hide, and the realization that I don’twantto hide from Haven is fucking terrifying.

But I think it’s a good thing, too.

“Colton,” she whimpers, and I realize I’m frozen, my cock notched at her entrance.

“Shit, I’m sorry, angel.” I kiss her gently and then slowly slide into her, shuddering at the way she feels. Tight, warm, and so wet that she takes the first few inches of my cock with no resistance.

Finally. Fucking finally.I’ve dreamed about what this would feel like on a nightly basis for years. Never did I imagine it would be in such an intimate moment, or that it would feel so much better because of it.

Haven gasps against my mouth, and her fingers curl into the hair at the base of my neck, tugging tight. I pause, not wanting to hurt her. If she needs time to adjust, then—

“More,” she begs before kissing me distractedly. “I want to take all of you.”

My thumb falls to her clit again, and I work it while carefully pushing deeper into her. Her pussy stretches around the width of my cock to a point that I thinkmustbe painful, but she doesn’t try to stop me.

Before I’ve made it all the way inside, I pull out most of the way. Haven makes a noise of disappointment that morphs into a surprised moan when I slide back into her.

“Oh mygod,”she groans.

Her head tips back, opening up her throat to me, and I kiss my way down her neck before sucking the skin above her collarbone into my mouth. When she arches into me, I suck harder. She’smywife, and I want her marked as such.

No one touches her without my permission. No one except Lucas and Xander.

When I pull out again, Haven’s breath hitches. I pause for a second with just the tip in, and the desperate whine she makes is music to my ears. Only then do I drive back into her, stopping just before I fill her completely.

She tugs me down for another kiss, reminding me that she wants this.Haven needs me.No barriers, no walls. Completely open and more vulnerable than I’ve been in years.

It’s not just that, though. There’s no need for me to force her, to tie her down, to use her until she’s near-unconscious. She’s finally broken through everything that Isaiah and that stupid cult did to her, even if it’s only for a moment.

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