Page 34 of Redemption's Inferno

Nothing had prepared him for Emilie. Being inside of her was hot and wet and so damn intoxicating he wasn’t sure he could breathe for a minute. He closed his eyes, willing himself not to lose control. She was so tight—it was hard to believe she’d had a baby just over a year ago—he could feel every flutter, every ripple, every damn time her pussy clenched around him. This, he thought briefly, was going to be much, much more than a little holiday romance to get her through a crisis. She wasn’t some charity case he could walk away from without a backward glance—she was absolute perfection. The way her body moved with his could only be described as flawless. She’d adjusted to the way he filled her and now had wrapped one long leg around his back, arching up so she could take him deeper. It was heavenly.

Chapter 13

Emilie couldn’t remember a time when sex like this—what she’d always considered boring missionary style—had been more than a quick way to get her partner off before instructing him on exactly what she wanted him to do next. There was nothing she wanted Chains—no, Darryl—to do differently. His cock was gliding in and out with precision and each stroke brought alive the nerve endings inside of her that made her almost desperate for him to take her harder, faster, deeper. Her thigh muscles had started to quiver from squeezing him so tightly but she wouldn’t have stopped moving if her life depended on it. Being with him like this was nothing like what she’d envisioned. She’d imagined sex with Chains as rough, brutal, even animalistic, a dom punishing his submissive as he took her. That was not this man; Darryl was touching parts of her she hadn’t been aware existed and as he moved his lips down for a scorching kiss, she felt something deep inside of her start to break free.

Months—no, years—of guilt and self-deprecation began to crumble like a skyscraper during an earthquake. Pieces loosened and fell away, leaving her tortured soul in tattered but surprisingly hopeful disarray. She clenched him tighter, pulling him as deep as she could, hips straining to take him farther than any man had ever been. A light sheen of sweat covered both of them as they moved in a sensual coupling dance that suddenly meant so much more.

“Darryl…” His name fell from her lips in a gasp as she felt a tightening indicating release was imminent. “Oh, please, don’t stop!”

“Not even if I was on fire!” he grunted, changing the slant of his hips so when he thrust up, the feel of her pussy convulsing around him sent him over the edge. He couldn’t hold on another second, growling as he shot into her, continuing to pump in and out as she milked his throbbing cock.

“D-Dar-Darryl!” Head back, nails digging into his back, she whispered his name over and over as she bucked uncontrollably.

“That’s it, baby, I’ve got you…” He was finally able to stop moving but he couldn’t pull out. They were twisted together, arms and legs entwined in a sweaty mess. He pressed his lips to hers, letting them linger with feathery glides across her mouth, chin and cheeks, waiting for her racing heart to return to normal.

“So good…” she sighed against his mouth, her body still pressed tightly to his.

“Bloody amazing,” he agreed softly, slowly easing out of her and rolling onto his back. He pulled her into the crook of his arm and she nestled into him, her body molding back into his so perfectly, it was as if he was still inside of her.

“Thank you,” she said after a moment.

“Never thank a man for sex,” he said.

“Not for the sex,” she chuckled softly. “Though it was so good, it deserves many thanks…but I was referring to everything. I’m not daft, you know. I know your mother is on to us and you kept up this charade thinking it would keep me close to you, vulnerable somehow and—”

“Em, no, that wasn’t—” She put a finger on his lips, interrupting him just as he’d interrupted her.

“In the last seven days, you’ve been my anchor, the only thing keeping me from sailing right off the edge…your friendship, your strength—it’s been all you and there truly aren’t adequate words to thank you for that.” Her mouth trembled slightly. “I understand what you meant to do and I’m okay with us going back to being friends—I just wanted you to know how much you’ve come to mean to me this last week.”

His heart constricted painfully in his chest as he realized she was letting him off the hook, giving him permission to make this nothing more than a passing passionate interlude brought on by an insane week of stress. She was giving him an out but he was damned if he wasn’t hurt. A growl of frustration escaped and he yanked her on top of him, the fingers of one hand gripping her chin harder than he intended. When she winced, he loosened his hold but he’d brought his brows together dangerously.

“Is that all this was?” he asked tightly. “A pleasant way to end a week-long holiday? Tired of all the sex club fucking, you thought a bit of vanilla would do you some good?”

Her mouth fell open as she stared at him. “What?! No! What are you—” She was cut off by a scream that shattered the quiet of the house.

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Chains moved faster than she’d ever seen him, pushing her to the floor with one hand and yanking on his shorts with the other. He reached under the mattress and pulled out a gun, a finger on his lips as he moved towards the door.

“If I’m not back in 90 seconds, call 911!” he whispered automatically, momentarily forgetting he was in England and those numbers didn’t mean anything here. “999!” he corrected himself as he moved to the door.

Emilie was already nodding, grabbing her phone from the nightstand as she felt around for her clothes. Her heart was pounding against her rib cage painfully, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched the time and prayed it was nothing.

“Em!” She finally heard him shout her name and was up in a flash, bounding down the stairs and into the living room where Nate was holding a frightened Dolores and Chains was checking doors and windows.

“What’s happened?” she asked, hurrying to Dolores’ side and putting a comforting hand on her arm.

“Someone was here,” Dolores whispered, her eyes still wide with fright. “I’m not crazy! I saw him feeling around the windows from the outside, as if checking to see if he could get them open! I was so shocked I screamed and then he ran—but he was there!”

“There was definitely someone here,” Chains murmured. “These marks on the outside of the window are new—someone was trying to break in. Have you had trouble like this before?”

“No! There’s almost no crime here!” Dolores was trembling and Nate pulled her against his chest. “I’ve never been afraid to be alone.”

“It’s time, Dolores,” he whispered in her ear.

“Time for what?!” Chains snapped, worry coursing through his veins.

“For me to move in!” Nate snapped back. “Been trying to get her to come to me for years, but she says she loves this bloody house. Well, enough of this—if you won’t move in with me, I’m moving in here! This sneaking about at night is too much for a man my age!”

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