Page 44 of Redeemed in Crimson
“What’s this?” she asks, walking around the empty room.
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her taut against my body. “Well, it’s nothing right now,” I whisper into her ear. “But whenever you’re ready, we’re going to decorate this for all those babies we were talking about.”
I have my arms wrapped around her waist, rocking us both side to side as I start telling her all my ideas for the room, when she quietly asks, “Ledger, why are you doing all this for me? You’ve only known I exist for like, two months.”
I spin her around and stare into her eyes, searching for an answer I’m afraid to ask. “You told me you loved me. Were you lying?”
“No, I mean it. I love you. I’ve never felt like this, but it’s just happening so fast.”
I shrug. “When you know, you know.”
She starts nibbling the inside of her mouth like she does when she really wants to say something but doesn’t quite have the courage. “What’s really bothering you?”
“What if I move in here, and in a month or even a year, you get tired of me? Where do I go then? I just pack up and…”
Before she can finish, I grab her face in my hands and kiss her as passionately as I can, trying to show her just how much she means to me. “Baby, your name is on the deed. When I say this is our house, I meanourhouse.”
This seems to ease her worry because before I know what’s happening, she’s jumping into my arms. “I love you,” she says, nuzzling into my neck. “Thank you for all this.”
We spend the afternoon cuddled up on the couch watching a marathon of our favorite movies. We’re on our third when our food delivery arrives.
“Wow, when I said you pick, I didn’t think you would pickeverything,”Sloane says, reaching for a french fry.
I continue laying everything out on the coffee table and hand her a paper plate. “I didn’t know what you’d be in the mood for, so I just got all your favorites.”
“Well, I’m definitely a fan. I’m going to let you pick from now on.”
I chuckle, handing her a drink. “Got it. Just order everything I can think of for every meal.”
Sloane stops eating and looks over at me with a much too serious look in her eye for this conversation. “Ledger, seriously, no. I know you well enough to know that you’ll actually start doing that.”
“Hey, just making sure my girl gets fed properly.”
After we’re done eating, the movie has finished. Sloane is about to drift off to sleep, so I sneak up to our bathroom to draw her a bath.
“Come on, Angel,” I whisper to her when the bath is ready. “Let’s go take a bath and get in bed.”
She immediately perks up. “We?You’re going to join me tonight?”
“Yes, love, I’ll join you tonight.” I pick her up and carry her bridal style to the bedroom, remove her clothes, and set her down in the warm water. Her eyes don’t leave me as I strip. I climb in behind her, but before I can wrap her in my arms she spins to face me.
I watch her eyes land on my new tattoo, the one of her virgin-blood-covered handprint on my chest. My tattoo artist did an excellent job detailing how every drop splayed across my heart, the color an exact replica of the photo I took when the blood was still fresh. It’s the only color on my body, and it stands out against the black patterns beautifully.
“What’s this?” she asks as she traces her hand over the tattoo. Her touch is so light I barely feel it through the clear cellophane wrap covering the fresh ink.
“You don’t remember marking me up last night, baby?”
She shakes her head, so I clarify. “You got some of that precious blood on your hand last night then touched my chest. When I saw it, I snapped a picture and texted my tattoo artist to be on standby. Then when you fell asleep last night, he came over and put your mark on me permanently. Too bad I can’t use your blood as lube every time I fuck you. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, you bleeding all over my dick. I guess we always have your period—”
She cuts me off by slamming her mouth into mine, kissing me feverishly. I return everything she gives, our tongues and teeth clashing together until she pulls back, breathless. “That is both the weirdest and sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” Then she slams her lips back on mine.
I pull her into my lap as we lose ourselves in this kiss. Our hands explore each other’s bodies as if this is their only chance. My dick is rock hard between us, and I thrust myself toward her so that it slides between her legs. She moans when she feels my shaft slide across her clit and begins rocking back and forth to get more friction.
“I want you,” she breathes, breaking our kiss and resting her head against my chest.
I was going to give her one more night, but fuck it. I’ve never been so horny in my life. I slide my hand between her legs and rub gentle circles on her clit. Her breathing and moans increase in volume, but as I go to insert a finger, she winces. I move my fingers back to her clit and continue my circles.
“One more night,” I say, just as much to myself as to her. “We’ll give your sweet pussy one more night to heal, baby.”
