Page 30 of Redemption

“No.” She presses a finger to my lips. “You aren’t that man. You’ll never be him. Your brother made a choice, and it was the wrong one. He needs help.”

I bring her into my arms and rest her head on my chest.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You’ve got me.”

“What is this between us?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“I don’t know, but right now, I want you to take me to your bedroom, so we can explore it further.” The words come off her lips without any hesitance. As I drop my hand, she entwines her tiny fingers within mine, and I lead us back through the house and into my bedroom. Megan steps back from me and drops her towel. She’s naked beneath it.

“Are you sure?”

“Right at this moment, yes. But, if I say stop?”

“I’ll stop straight away.” I know I will. She won’t need to tell me twice. I want to scoop the beauty before me up in my arms and worship her until the end of days. Those strange pains I’ve been having in my chest since the first time I saw her, I realize what they are now. I’ve been slowly falling in love with her.

As I prowl toward the bed, I pull off my t-shirt and pants, feeling the instant heat of her gaze on my chest and lower. The spiderweb cuff on my arm has interested her since the first time she saw it. I’ve wanted to tattoo my other arm for a while now, and I think in Megan, I’ll have a lot of inspiration for the future.

“Come here,” I order. She swallows deeply but moves to stand before me and then kneels down. She lowers her head, but I instantly place my hand under her chin and lift her face, so her eyes meet mine. “I don’t really know how to be anything other than bossy in the bedroom, but I promise I won’t hurt you…unless it’s consensual. You must never lower your head when you kneel for me, though. I want your eyes always on me. You are my equal, but your needs will always come first.”

“I like the part about coming first.” She sticks her little pink tongue out between her teeth, and I can’t help the laugh that cascades through my body.

I raise her from her knees a little, so our mouths can meet. There is nothing chaste about this kiss. It’s forceful with the passion flowing between us. I tease the edges of her lips with my tongue, and she opens her mouth and our tongues entwine. I savor the pure taste of her. Her beauty and strength seeps into my pores, giving me redemption with every kiss.

With little effort, I pick up her slight frame and lay her out on the bed before me. A vision of perfection…no longer broken.

“I want to get some tattoos and maybe a few piercings.”

I still in my tracks not expecting her to say those words. Usually, when I’m with a woman they are waxing lyrical about the size of my dick by now.

“Sorry.”

“Tattoos, piercings.” She tilts her head toward my dick, and I suddenly feel a bit self-conscious. “I bet that one hurts.”

I look down and see she’s referring to my Prince Albert.

“You want your clit pierced?”

“I’ve got a high pain threshold.”

I part her legs and settle my body between then.

“We can discuss that later. Right now, I’ve got more pressing things on my mind.”

“I want a matching spiderweb on my broken arm.” I groan and Megan laughs. I ignore the rest of her conversation and lower my head down her body toward her breasts. I take each individual nipple into my mouth in turn and lavish it with attention. “It would be a good symbolism of how I was once trapped, but now, I am free. Oh god.”

She finally falls silent as one of my hands continues to play with her nipples. My mouth attaches itself to her pussy. She’s drenched with her need for me even if she’s battling her nerves at what she’s doing.

Before long, she’s coming on my tongue, and I’m lapping up all her essence and savoring my new favorite meal. She’s sweet and spicy all in one—a hedonistic flavor I’d happily dine on until I die. Withdrawing my finger, I place it at her mouth.

“Taste,” I tell her, and her eyes go wide. “Don’t be afraid. This is desire. It’s all you, and it’s the reason I know you want this. You’re soaked for me, baby. That’s your body’s way of consenting and reclaiming its power.” Her little pink tongue darts out and tastes herself on my finger.

“It’s different. The male taste is saltier.”

“Probably because we sweat a lot more.”

Her eyes flick to my dick, so I move up the bed until my head is next to hers.

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