Page 33 of Redemption's Inferno

“I…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at him, more aware of him than she’d ever been before. His steely gray eyes, the deep cleft in his chin, and a mouth that made her shudder with desire. Until now she hadn’t been able to think of sex as anything but a way to get release; the intensity in Chains’ eyes told her this would be something very, very different.

“I, I don’t know what I need,” she admitted. “Except you…this… It’s been there, simmering just under the surface, but I couldn’t… It wouldn’t have been right to be together when I had nothing to give you.”

“And now?” His chest tightened at the pleasure her words brought him, even though the thought of being with her terrified him.

“I’m divorced, and I didn’t kill that boy. Now there’s nothing ugly inside of me…”

“There was never anything ugly inside of you,” he whispered, pulling her astride him and letting his hands move to her hips. “You were young and foolish, but there was no malice in your heart; you’re beautiful inside and out, Em.” His lips found hers with passion he’d been holding in check for what seemed like forever. He pressed his tongue between them and the first touch was scorching. Though desperate to consume her, he took his time, letting her guide their first kiss so he could follow her signals. She seemed content to take it slow, however, and eased against him as their lips nipped and explored every crevice of each other’s mouths.

She was even sweeter than he’d imagined, tasting of toothpaste mingled with remnants of the wine she’d had at dinner. When he finally tore his mouth away so he could feast on her skin, it was even better than her lips. The faint scent of whatever soap she’d used when she’d showered still lingered, but when mixed with the natural saltiness of her skin and the musty scent of her arousal, it was an overwhelming barrage to his senses. Lifting himself into a sitting position, he kept her on his lap, one of her legs on either side of him. Now that he knew he was going to have her, he went back to touching her, using his hands to explore her body step by step, inch by inch. He would know all of it tonight, and he gently tugged at her shirt, waiting until she lifted her arms so he could take it off.

The already unhooked bra slipped off as well, so he pulled her against him, flattening her small, round breasts against his chest. The sensation made him grip her tighter, sliding one hand into her shorts and cupping the soft, round ass he’d thought about sinking his teeth into many times. With a sigh of total satisfaction, he bent his head and used firm lips to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned, her head falling back and that mane of glorious, silky blond hair trailing down her back and onto the tops of his thighs.

“Someday I’m going to wrap those beautiful locks in my fist while I fuck you,” he growled against her chest.

Her answering whimper told him the idea turned her on and he smiled. “But not tonight. Tonight…I think you want to be loved. Don’t you, Emilie? You want me to love you?”

She swallowed hard but nodded slowly.

“When was the last time someone made you come without restraints or a paddle or anything except his cock?”

She licked her lips and sucked in a tiny breath. “I-I can’t remember. Maybe never.”

“No one’s ever made love to you?” he asked in confusion, his eyes meeting hers.

“Well, yes, of course…but I, I don’t get off that way.”

Challenge accepted. He slid his hands down her sides and used one of them to unbutton her shorts. “Take them off, love.”

She did as he asked, leaning back and raising her hips so he could pull them free of her legs. He desperately wanted to rip off her panties as well, but opted to wait. He knew her well enough to know she was neither shy nor naïve, but after the week she’d had he wanted to work his way up to each new step they took. He also wanted to get her worked up; the idea she could only get off if she was restrained or involved in some other variation of kinky sex bothered him. He enjoyed kink as well, and had played in BDSM clubs all over the world, but those times when he enjoyed the simple pleasure of making love were magnificent too. Just two mouths and bodies intertwined, lost in each other, immersed in the feeling of being skin on skin, mouth to mouth, fingers gripped tightly together. How could she have gone so many years without experiencing the pleasure of that kind of sex as well? It was erotic and primal to get a woman off with nothing but his cock and his kisses.

When he gave her his tongue he was gratified she immediately sucked it deep into her mouth. He could kiss her for an eternity and he desperately needed to know she felt the same. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind he became aware he had no condoms nearby and he hissed in frustration.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Condoms are in my bag in the loo,” he muttered.

“Go on then,” she teased, running a hand over the erection pushing through his shorts. “Before you hurt yourself.”

He snorted, pressing a quick kiss to her lips as he moved away from her and slipped down the hall to grab the single condom in his bag. He hadn’t planned on having sex while at his mother’s house, so that was all he had with him. One wouldn’t be nearly enough, he thought with a grimace, but it would have to do for tonight. Tomorrow he would—he shook his head abruptly, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Tomorrow they would hopefully meet with Adam Brown’s parents and then this would be over and they could get back to Las Vegas, where they were just friends. Another few days of this pretend romance and there would be nothing fake about it.

He stepped back into the bedroom and paused as he gazed at her. She’d removed her panties and was on her back, her naked body beckoning to him like a lighthouse in a storm. He’d never wanted a woman so much he couldn’t think straight, but that’s what was happening now. She wasn’t doing a damned thing but waiting for him and she all but had him under a spell. Control, he thought with a wry smile. It was her specialty, yet she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.

He got back on the bed after eliminating his shorts and boxers, pulling her soft, silken body against his. His lips took possession of hers now, his tongue hot and demanding. She moaned into his mouth, fingers digging into his dreads. Women often annoyed him when they tugged on them, but not Emilie. Her grip was sensual but she wasn’t pulling; she was holding on for dear life and he could feel his cock switch into overdrive. He deepened his kiss and reached between her legs, cupping her mound so he could feel her arousal on his fingers. She was so wet and ready, he pushed a finger into her vagina and closed his eyes as she clenched around the invasion. He could feel her trembling with need and he flicked his finger out to rub it up and over her clitoris. She jerked against him, her hips arching forward as he began to stroke her.

“Oh, please…” she whispered.

He ignored her pleas, moving his finger over the sensitive nub until he’d spread her slickness between her folds and she began to pant with need. With his middle finger sliding in and out of her pulsing entrance, he used his thumb to continue tormenting her clit. She moved her hips in time to his strokes, her mouth falling open as she tried to breathe through her muffled cries.

Without warning he removed his hand, leaving her heaving with frustration. He ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth and slid its contents over his throbbing cock. He needed her like he needed blood in his veins, and he hovered over her. One hand moved to the side of her face as he took her lips yet again, and the other slid under her backside, lifting her just enough for her hips to meet his.

“When I make love to you,” he whispered as he nibbled her ear, “it’s Darryl. When you come, it’s Darryl.”

He paused at the slight wariness in her eyes and he ran a tender thumb across her cheek. “Is it a problem to call me by my given name?”

“No.” Her voice cracked slightly. “I just…I’ve never come like this before. I don’t want to…disappoint.”

“I’m not your master and this isn’t a sex club—it’s not possible for you to disappoint me. Mutual pleasure and…” He slid his fingers through her wet core once again. “Based on how wet you are, no one is going to be disappointed.” Without waiting, he snapped his hips forward and sheathed himself in one hard thrust. Her breath left her in a rush and she moaned at the intrusion.

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