Page 70 of Redd

Carrying me down the hall, we never broke apart. I wouldn't let him, not now, now ever. I could feel all the internal cracks mending, each and every one sparked and heated, securing back in place.

Pushing the door to his room shut with the heel of his foot, he laid me down on the bed, still holding me tight. Perched above me, Redd positioned his arms beside my head, as his lips kept stealing the air from my lungs.

“Why does this feel so right?” he asked, placing kisses between words, his question lingering over my mouth and warming me to the core.

My legs opened wider, giving him room to settle against my mound. “Doesn't wrong always feel right?” Running my nails down his back, I arched my head up to see him better.

Pulling his head away, he stared down on me, eyes clouding over with confusion. I could tell he didn't like what I said, but I didn't think he knew for certain if I was implying a good or bad thing.

“That's not my opinion, that's just how it works.” Dragging my fingers up to his nape, I played with the hair on the back of his head. Twirling the short strands between my fingers, I plucked and tugged them until I saw a shiver scale his body. “You know I'm not yours to have, and that makes you want me more.”

“You're wrong.” His voice was crisp and heavy, eyes lowering over my face and drinking me in. “I don't just want you because I'm not supposed to have you—I want you because now your mine.” Running a finger across my brow, Redd smiled. “I made you mine the second I stole you from that house.”

I shook inside, quivering from head to toe. My sex pulsed as his cock rubbed against the swelling bundle of nerves, forcing me to squirm.

Slipping his hand down my ribs, the weight of his body held me in place. His smile widened, tongue teasing the sharp edges of his teeth. “I'm never giving you back, Bijou, there's not a chance in hell. You're mine now, it all ends here and now.”

The sound of his voice and what he said should have scared me, it should have made me scramble away and jump to my feet. But hearing him stake claim on me, it did the complete opposite.

Sexual desire reached up from my belly, wrapping smooth tendrils around my heart and making it jump. I never wanted to leave his side, I wanted to be here, right here.

Arching my back, his hands curled under my waist, gripping my ass. Grinding into me, he rolled his hips. Closing my eyes, I moaned as a rush of fire swept through me. Redd kissed down my neck and nibbled my collarbone, his mouth inviting and penetrating to the core.

I could feel him on my skin, I could feel him in my chest and my muscles, across my stomach and down my legs. Even if I wanted to stop everything that was about to happen, I wouldn't be able to.

My legs felt like jelly and my head could barely register up from down. I felt lighter than air, afraid I'd float away if he suddenly let me go.

“You like this.” His mouth spoke into the crook of my neck, buzzing over the vein pulsing at the surface. “What else does my secret treasure enjoy?”

“Fuck,” I choked out as his thick fingers pinched my nipples and his teeth dug harder into the tender flesh of my throat.

Raking my nails down his back, I slammed them into the mattress and held the blanket. With white knuckles, I clutched the fabric, chest lurching high as he twisted and plucked my hardened beads.

Folding my shirt up my belly, he continued until the sweater was over my head and my bare chest was exposed. Palming my mound, Redd groaned, and his eyes darkened, but not the same darkness I'd grown accustomed to seeing.

They were devouring every inch of flesh they ran over, causing my blood to percolate under the surface. My skin turned from smooth into thousands of tiny ripples as he moved his head down my body, blowing cool air over the surface.

“I'm going to give you what you deserve to feel.” His hips jerked forward, hitting my clit, and forcing me to moan.

I was throbbing all over with hot and cold chills, aroused and faint, with butterflies storming my gut like a marching band.

Redd's fingers teased the thin edge of my leggings, curling ever so slowly and disappearing behind the fabric. Peeling them down inch by inch, his eyes fluttered up to mine. He was looking to make sure I was alright still, that panic hadn't somehow snaked its way in.

Pushing my ass up in the air, I nodded slightly with an approving blink. A small smirk lifted against his cheek, his fingers tugging down my pants past my hips.

Releasing a light moan as they reached my crest, he pulled them down faster until they fell off my feet and I was left bare.

A cool breeze wrapped my skin, making me shiver. My eyes were still closed, but I could feel Redd watching me. The bed shifted, his weight now hovering above me. Keeping my eyes shut, I arched my head back as his lips met my neck and the sharp edges of his teeth ran down my throat.

Touching the curve of my jaw with his tongue, he licked down my neck and between my breasts, stopping to draw a swirl just above my naval.

Opening my eyes, I looked down to see him smiling. The cotton of his shirt tickled against my ribs, and I watched him as he gently sucked the tender flesh of my breast into his mouth. His lips curled, sucking and pulling, making my knees tremble and my stomach clench tight.

“I want to take my time with you, Bijou, you're too beautiful to just fuck.” The tip of his tongue flicked my nipple, forcing it to perk higher. Dragging his tongue to the other breast, he flicked hard and fast.

A surge of sensations flooded my body and I couldn't hold in my voice. I moaned loud, throwing my fingers into his hair and pulling the roots. I wanted to look away from him, but I couldn't. He had his eyes locked on mine, watching my every move with pleasure on his face.

Breathing heavy, I kept my hands in his hair and held on tight. Shimmying down, he kept moving lower and lower until his face was at my entrance and his hands were pinning my hips in place to keep me from wiggling.

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