Page 104 of For Wrath and Redemption
Please don’t hurt me.
I won’t survive it.
I won’t survive him.
I dream of Jonah.
Of his arms wrapped around me. Of his breath and lips on my neck. His hands on my body. Cupping my breasts. Splayed across my stomach, pressing me into him.
Jonah, I whisper. My lips move, but there’s no sound. Just breath.Jonah.
His cock pushes into me from behind. A whole new sensation. A whole new angle. I moan and pulse against him. His hand slides down my stomach to my pelvis. His fingers rub on my clit. I moan louder.
Yes, yes, yes.
“That’s right, baby.” His voice is in my ear. Low and strained. “Come for me, Trouble. Come for me.”
His hand grabs my throat, his fingers pressing in the sides of my neck lightly, and my orgasm startles me awake. My eyes fly open, and I cry out, the soft dawn glow streaming through the windows, but Jonah is still here. Still inside me. Still wrapped around me.
“Oh my God,” I say on a gasp, and he hums in my ear.
“Good morning.” He pulls out and I roll over, taking his lips in a desperate kiss. “You’re so soft. So eager for me even when you’re sleeping.”
“I’m always eager for you.” I climb on top of him and waste no time sliding down onto his cock. “Fuck.”
“Always?” He punctuates the question with a thrust up, making me gasp. “Even when you’re mad at me?”
“Yes,” I cry out as he starts a punishing rhythm. “Especially when I’m mad.”
“Good.” He wraps his hand around my throat once more, squeezes once, then slides to my collarbone. His gives me a light push. “Now lean back and put your hands on my thighs. I need to see it for real.”
I blush. He’s referring to the blindfold. I rode him shamelessly when he couldn’t see me and his hands were tied, and he wants me to do it again.
I do as he says. I support my weight on his thighs and his eyes go straight to my pussy. To where his cock is sliding in and out of me.
“Fuck me, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I’m emboldened. I move my body faster. I rock back and forth. I bounce up and down. It feels so good that my mouth falls open withheavy, panted breaths. I want to drop my head back and close my eyes, but watching him is too captivating. Jonah’s blue eyes are full of heat. His expression is hungry and awestruck.
“You like this?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “You like watching me fuck you?”
“Fuck, yes.” I swirl my hips, and he groans. “I want to fucking film it and watch it over and over. You’re a fucking goddess.”
In this moment, I feel like a goddess. Worshipped and powerful. It’s enough to make me come. When he lifts up on one forearm and uses his free hand to rub my clit, my orgasm hits like a tidal wave. He barely touches me, and I’m digging my nails into his thighs and screaming.
“Jonah, oh my God.”
I’m sure the others can hear me. The whole hotel, maybe. Right now, I don’t care.
I fall forward and wrap my hands around his neck.
“Fuck, Trouble. You’re going to make me come.”
His Adam’s apple bobs under my thumb, that tattooed heart rising and falling with every labored breath, every rough swallow. His throat vibrates with his groan. I think I can feel his rapid, thundering pulse under my fingers.
“Yes. Like that.” His encouragement eggs me on, and I squeeze slightly. Just a little. Mimicking what he did to me. “Fuck, Claire.”
He wraps his hands around my wrists. His eyes penetrate mine. That same rapturous expression. Begging me silently. A supplicant.
