Page 79 of Vicious Redemption

“I forgive you—of course I do,” I breathe. I’m baffled that she could even still be worried about it when I can’t seem to keep my hands or lips off of her.

My knees find the mattress, and I fall onto the bed with Tia, trapping her beneath my weight. She hardly seems to notice as she kisses me with renewed vigor—a silent display of gratitude that sets my veins on fire.

“I love you so much,” she whispers, her legs refusing to let me go.

“I love you, bella mia.” Stroking my tongue between her teeth, I taste her deeply, relishing the way her lips part to invite me further.

Our tongues tangle in a complex dance, and my cock throbs with passionate desire. How I ever got so blessed to call this captivating young woman mine, is beyond me. But I swear to all the gods and powers that be, whatever I did to deserve her, I will do a hundred times over if it means I get to keep her until my dying day.

Delicate fingers race to open the buttons of my shirt, and I cast it off at the same time as my jacket, impatient to be rid of the fabric that keeps us apart.

“Do you care for this shirt?” I ask, grabbing a handful of the loose-fitting tee she came barging into the ballroom wearing.

“Um… well, it’s yours,” she says, nibbling her lip like she doesn’t quite know the right answer to my question.

Fuck it. I’ll buy a new one. With a forceful jerk, I rip the fabric right up the center from hem to collar, exposing her lace-clad breasts in record time. Tia’s lips part, her chest heaving at the unexpected choice.

And when I lean in to kiss the soft swells of her cleavage, her back arches to meet me. The citrus spice of her scent envelops me, urging me to taste her, and I do, running my tongue between her breasts and up her sternum to her clavicle.

Tia moans, the sound vibrating in my cock and making me throb to be inside her.

Trapping the soft skin of her throat between my lips, I suck hard, eager to mark her with my ravenous lust.

“Oh god,” she whimpers, her thigh tightening around my hips as she squirms against me, seeking relief.

I love knowing that, no matter what challenges arise—no matter what obstacles come between us—Tia and I will always find one another again. Like magnets, we’re drawn to each other, unable to stay apart for long, unwilling to let our differences separate us.

And this explosive attraction seals us together, the heat melting away the space between us until we’re one once more.

Sliding my hand behind Tia’s arched back, I find the clasp of her bra and release it. Then I roll her on top of me so I can undress her properly.

Tia sits up, straddling me like an equine goddess as she strips the ruined tee in one fluid movement. The bra follows a moment later, exposing her perfect breasts and her taut nipples. Sitting up, I claim one with my lips as I cup her supple flesh.

She’s getting bigger. It’s a subtle difference, but I can feel it. Her body’s changing, growing in preparation for the need to feed our child. Christ, and I thought Tia couldn’t get any sexier. But feeling her transformation with my own hands fills me with a kind of wonder and love that strikes my very core.

“Leo,” she simpers, her hips rolling on top of me. Then she reaches between us to find my belt.

Languishing her breasts with affection, I take my time with them, worshiping her body. And when her hand cups my jaw, guiding my lips back to hers, I kiss her lips with the same level of devotion.

Shifting us once more, I roll on top of Tia and pin her hands above her head. Then I slowly work my way down her body, nipping and sucking, kissing, and licking every creamy inch of her soft skin.

I stop at her waist to hook my fingers inside her leggings, and I ease them slowly down to her feet, where I find her pristine white tennies. For a girl who knows how to make such grand escapes, she sure knows how to keep her shoes clean of evidence.

I make a mental note to come back to that and ask Tia just how she keeps slipping past my guards. That way, I can be better prepared when it comes to safeguarding our own daughter.

Slipping the white shoes over Tia’s heels, I toss them aside. Her leggings join them a moment later, granting me the heavenly vision of Tia’s naked figure. Her hands still rest above her head, her arms curving at seductive angles as she watches me through thick lashes.

And when I take a moment to admire her, she slowly bends her knees, dragging her pointed toes along the bed as she spreads her thighs. A perfect fucking view.

Quickly finishing the job Tia started, I shuck my slacks and boxer briefs, kicking my shoes off at the same time.

Then I grasp her ankle—the one I will be forever indebted to for saving Tia’s life—and I press my lips to the prominent bone. It’s delicate, like the rest of her, a work of art in motion, and I slowly work my way up the inside of her leg with my lips. I knead the other legs with my hand, giving her muscles my attention to ensure no small piece of her is left unattended.

A soft, gasping moan parts Tia’s lips as I reach the peak of her thighs. Inhaling her heavenly scent, I release a deep breath across her slick flesh and relish the way her clit twitches with anticipation.

Stroking my tongue along her seam, I collect her juices on my tongue, savoring her tangy excitement. Tia’s thighs shudder, brushing my shoulders as she works to keep her legs spread for me. And when I dip my head to press my tongue between her folds, she releases a lusty groan.

What a sexy little vixen I’ve married.

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