Page 21 of Blood and Redemption

Then I suck—hard—and her back arches off the bed, a gasp tearing from her throat. Fuck, the way she grinds down on my tongue like she’s starving for it… I pin her hips to the mattress, forcing her to take what I give her.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” I growl, driving two fingers inside her while my tongue flicks ruthlessly. She’s so tight, clenching around me, her walls already fluttering like she’s ready to come undone.

I curl my fingers, finding that sweet spot, and her moans turn desperate. “That’s it, Aurora. Let your body fall apart and come. Right on my tongue.”

And when she does, I don’t let up. Not until she’s shaking, letting her cries bounce off all four walls.

Lost in a feverish haze, I shift onto my hands and knees, looming over her trembling body. My mouth descends to her chest, worshiping every inch of skin as she rides out the aftershocks of her climax. I can’t stop tasting her—don’t want to—not when she’s this responsive, this perfect beneath me.

Her breath hitches as my teeth graze a peaked nipple while my fingers claim her other breast, kneading possessively.

Every shudder, every whimper feeds the hunger burning through me. A guttural groan rumbles from my chest as I grind against her, coating myself in her arousal, marking myself with her essence.

Fuck, I want inside. I can’t think about anything else.

Her body trembles beneath me as I slide my hand between us, guiding the aching pressure of my cock to her entrance. Even now—twitching, breathless—she’s so fucking warm, so soft, that the first slow press inside has me gritting my teeth.

Tight. For just a moment, I forgot the whole reason behind taking this slow.

A ragged curse tears from my throat as I fight the urge to sheath myself in one brutal thrust. Instead, I force my hips to still, my control fraying with every shallow inch she takes.

Fuck.Fuck.

Her flushed face drags me back—lips parted, eyes hazy with want. I close the distance between us, brushing my mouth over hers in a teasing graze. Hesitant, she mirrors me, her inexperience igniting something possessive in my chest.

When I slip my tongue past her lips, she sucks on it like she’s starving.

“This won’t feel good at first,” I murmur against her jaw, my voice rough with restraint. “But I’d rather die than hurt you.”

Her laugh is brittle, her fingers tightening in my hair as she pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. “You don’t get to say things like that. Not now.”

The words hit like a bullet. She’s right—before her, I didn’t care if I lived or burned. Now? Look at me, clinging to the threads she’s created by existing.

And I’ll be damned if I let go. I’ll live—for her.

“I’m strong,” she continues, lifting her hips to take in another inch, proving her point. “I’m even more forgiving.”

Chuckling against her throat, I kiss her fluttering pulse. “I’ll be slow.”

I’m as slow as I can be. Each drag of my cock feels like suffocation through my shallow thrusts.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her lips, swallowing her sharp gasp as I sink deeper. Every inch is torture—her tight heat strangling me, my own restraint fraying with each ragged breath she takes.

Her nails score down my back as she gets a good grip on me, but I don’t hurry. Can’t. Not when her eyes gleam in the dim light, not when her thighs tremble around my hips like she’s afraid I’ll disappear.

“Look at me.” My thumb brushes away the tears collecting against her lashes. “Only me. Just this.”

When her body finally yields, when her whimper melts into a sigh against my mouth, it’s worth every second of agony. Worth the streaks on my back from her grip, worth the way my own vision whites out from holding back.

When I sink in the rest of the way and her body accepts everything I have to give, I’m left sighing in pure relief to see that I’ve finally found something I can touch without breaking it.

Finally.

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Aurora

All my life, I was certain I’d die untouched—not just my body left unbroken, but my heart locked away where no one would ever find it.

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