Page 10 of Blood and Redemption

I climb up her body slowly, letting her feel every inch of me. My hands glide along her sides, possessive, memorizing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. She’s trembling. Not from fear now. From anticipation.

My hips settle between her thighs, spreading them wider. She gasps, but she doesn’t pull away.

“All they have to do is see you, and they’ll want to touch you like this.” Hovering over her, I wait for her to push me away. To tell me to stop.Anything.

Confidence and courage must run in the family because she doesn’t do any of that. Instead, her cheeks flush a pretty pink as she lifts up against the couch. Her breath tickles the corner of my mouth as she erases the space between us.

“You’re barely touching me at all, Rocco.” Whispering the words, she arches against me.

My angel doesn’t sound innocent at all. She sounds breathless, aching. Her thighs are quivering against my sides.

Rumbling in approval, I snake one of my hands toward the little loop of her shorts. Pinching the string, I tug it undone.

“I’ve wanted to do this the moment I found you hovering over me,” I admit, my throat tightening. “I’m as bad as the rest of the men he’s keeping you from.”

Shaking her head, she catches her bottom lip between her teeth and frowns. One of her hands brushes my wrist, guiding my hand where we both want it—inside her shorts, but letting her underwear block what I want to map out.

Her head tilts back, a silent surrender, as my fingers glide over damp fabric. The heat of her seeps through, branding my skin. My middle finger traces the slick seam of her, slow, deliberate, testing. A shudder ripples through her, and I feelit everywhere, the answering pressure of my cock thickening against her thigh.

If I’m as bad as they say…

A thought licks through me, dark and hungry. What’s stopping me from sheathing myself in her wet heat, from ruining her in the best way? From claiming that innocence with the relentless push of my hips?

“Rocco…”

Her moan is a velvet stroke down my spine. Eyes fluttering shut, lips parted, a gasp leaves her lips as I shove her underwear to the side to explore her pussy without any barriers.

While my thumb finds her clit, one of my fingers prod her tight walls. Pushing in knuckle deep,I’mthe one panting against her temple as I curl the digit inside of her.

Her walls aren’t the only thing clamping down. I feel the sting of her nails digging into my wrist as her hips jerk.

So responsive, more than I could’ve ever imagined. It’s like her body already knows pleasure.

“Have you touched yourself like this?” Prodding the tip of another finger, I groan as her walls twitch and flutter around the invasion.

Much to my surprise, she nods.

The hit is lethal. My cock swells, throbbing hard enough to ache, pulse hammering in time with the clench of her body around my fingers.

While she drenches my skin, my other hand moves to her hair. Such soft-looking blonde strands tickle my calloused skin as I bury my fingers inside. Pulling slightly and exposing her throat, I lick a strip across her racing pulse.

“Tell me about it,” I demand, pressing against her sweet spot.

Aurora gasps, melting into a hot moan. “I watch videos. It’s not hard to copy them.”

Fuck. My innocent angel watches porn during her downtime?

My mouth reaches her ear, and she shivers as my breath tickles. “Did it feel like this?”

Did she squirm this much when it was her hand tucked between her thighs? Was her pussy wet enough to hear the glide of my fingers?

She whimpers, shaking her head.

I need to watch her come undone. Otherwise, I’ll go mad.

With renewed rigor, my thumb draws rough circles while I bury my fingers deeper. I can’t add a third, not without hurting her.

As my eyes fall over her, watching the way she crumbles to my touch, I memorize her expressions, burning them in my brain.

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