Page 11 of Jared's Redemption

“Just when I’m extra horny.” I admit, attempting to shrug.

I catch him off guard, his eyebrows raise and he stares at me. Fidgeting uncomfortably after a few tense moments, Jared’s eyes lock onto my lips when my tongue darts out to wet them.

“Maybe next time, stalk somebody your own age.” He says, his voice raspy. Boldness grips me when his breath of whiskey fans over my heated face. I reach up to scrape my nails over his neck and down his chest.

“No, I don’t think I will.” My voice is steady, while I struggle to keep my hand from shaking. Jared lowers himself, his lips brush against mine as he teases me.

“Whatever this is, it ends here.” He says, not pulling away.

I hook one leg around his hip, tilting my head so that our mouths touch for a moment.

“You can’t end something that never started.”

With those words, Jared’s control unravels as his tongue dives into my mouth with a kiss filled with desire. One of his hands tangles in my hair, gripping it at the base of my skull and pulling while his other hand hitches the oversized shirt up higher.

“Fuck, Luna.” His voice rumbles deep against my mouth when he realizes I’m not even wearing panties. I smile, arching my back to press against him while he trails kisses down my neck. His hands feel hot against my body, chills racing to follow the path his hand makes as drags the shirt over my bare chest.

Cool air hits my upper body, chilling my body and making me think about what we are doing. I squirm as Jared sits back, his eyes drawing over every inch of my exposed body until I grip the hem of my shirt and yank it down. He gives me a questioning look, one with equal parts desire and violence barely contained.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, still kneeling between my thighs.

“Nothing! I’d just like to turn the lights off.” I mutter, ungracefully flopping off the couch and crawling towards the lamp on the nightstand. A soft shuffle behind me is all the warning I get before Jared grips my ankle and yanks me backwards. I land on my stomach, my skin rubbing painfully over the carpet as I’m dragged back to him.

“The light stays on.” He says, his hands sliding up the backs of my legs to grip my ass. I kick at him, trying to roll over.

“Just turn the fucking light off.” I snap.

“If this is the only time I get to worship your incredible body, I won’t waste it in darkness.”

Jared grips my hips and jerks my ass up to grind against his lap while he kneels behind me. My back bows for him, my knees slide apart, and I melt into his hands as if I belong to this man. A heavy need settles between my thighs as his hands explore my body.

“Jared, the light.” My words are a soft plea while I try to wiggle away, even as my body craves his touch.

“Why?” He growls, his body draping over mine as I hold myself up on shaking hands.

“Why are you trying to hide from me, Luna?” He says my name in a way that makes heat shoot through my body. “Answer me.”

Jared doesn’t ask. He demands, while gripping my hair and twisting my head to the side to brush soft kisses along my cheek. I’m nearly panting, my thighs already becoming slick with arousal and he’s barely touched me.

“I’m self-conscious.” Admitting it out loud sounds silly and my mood sours.

Jared stiffens behind me, his hand in my hair releases its grip and turns into a caress before he pulls away. The sting of him denying me after admitting something like that burns the back of my throat as I tug my shirt down and move to stand up. I fully plan on running to the bedroom, locking myself in there until morning, and then pretending this never happened.

Jared has other plans, picking me up to throw me over his shoulder once again and marching us into the bedroom. I struggle to wiggle free of his hold, uselessly pounding my fists on his back until he tosses me onto the plush bed. I bounce with a squeal of surprise, my eyes popping wide while he throws his shirt off and towers over me.

My eyes swallow every part of his body. The defined muscles of his shoulders ripple with movement, the thick veins that travel down his arms are begging to be touched. I lick my lips, imagining dragging my tongue across every inch of him.

Women would pay good money to just drool on this fine ass man, and here he was dropping his pants for me. I hold my breath, watching his boxer’s tent with the large outline of his cock, and bounce with every step as he gets closer.

“You keep that cervix battering ram to yourself.” I hiss, my eyes snapping up to his confused face before he bursts out laughing, shaking his head at me and crawling over the bed. This man was going to destroy me and leave the broken pieces behind in his wake. And I’m going to let him.

Chapter 8- Luna

With painful slowness, Jared lifts my ankle, placing a kiss above the bone and continuing a path up my leg. He stops, glancing up at my face before biting the tender flesh at the inside of my thigh. I jump, my hands gripping the sheets as he keeps the slow torture until his breath fans over my wet pussy. I was unraveling from just a few minutes of this, unsure how much more I could endure.

When he turns and gives my left leg the same treatment, I barely bite back a groan of disappointment. Until he grabs the shirt I am wearing and tries to pull it off. I clutch at his wrists, nodding up at the overhead light. He doesn’t budge, shaking his head once before tightening his hold and tearing the shirt apart.

My mouth falls open in silent shock before I attempt to cross my arms over my body and clench my eyes shut. Jared stops me, taking my hand and placing it tenderly on a raised mark on his shoulder.

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