Page 17 of Wrath's Redemption

His hands slide under my shirt again, this time with purpose, dragging it up and over my head. My breasts spill free, and Wrath's eyes widen as he takes me in.

"Still perfect," he groans, palming one breast, his thumb grazing my nipple. "Been thinking about these for a year."

Heat floods my body at his touch. I arch into his hand, remembering how good he made me feel that night. How good he can make me feel again.

"Too many clothes," I murmur, tugging at his shirt.

He pulls it off, revealing the muscled chest I've dreamed about. New tattoos curve across his ribs, ink telling stories I want to learn. New scars, too – evidence of the dangerous life he leads.

I press my lips to a particularly jagged one near his collarbone. "What happened here?"

"Knife fight. Six months ago." His breath hitches as I trace the scar with my tongue. "Club business."

"And here?" I touch another one, lower on his abdomen.

"Bullet graze. Not important." His hands tangle in my hair. "Lucy..."

The desire in his voice sends liquid heat pooling between my thighs. Without thinking, I drop to my knees before him, my fingers working his belt buckle. His breath hisses through his teeth as I pull down his jeans, revealing the impressive bulge straining against his black boxer briefs.

"Fuck," he whispers as I mouth him through the fabric. "Baby..."

I hook my fingers into his waistband and pull down, freeing him. He's exactly as I remember – thick, long, already hard for me. My mouth waters at the sight.

"Missed this," I admit, wrapping my hand around his shaft. "Missed you."

His hands tighten in my hair as I take him into my mouth, the familiar weight of his cock on my tongue sending shivers downmy spine. I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting the first drops of his excitement.

"Jesus, Lucy," he growls.

I reach up with my free hand, gently cupping his balls the way I remember he likes, rolling them softly between my fingers as I take him deeper. His groan of pleasure confirms my memory.

"Just like that," he encourages, his voice strained. "Fuck, I dreamed about that mouth."

I hum around him, pleased by his reaction, by the way his thighs tense under my touch. For all his strength, all his power, right now he's at my mercy. It's intoxicating.

I work him with my mouth and hands, remembering everything he loved that night – the extra pressure just under the head, the gentle squeeze of his balls, the way he liked it when I looked up at him.

When I meet his eyes now, the raw hunger I see there makes me clench with need. His hands guide my movements, not forceful but appreciative, showing me exactly what he wants.

"Stop," he finally gasps, pulling me off him. "Not gonna last if you keep that up."

He helps me to my feet, then lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. My shorts and panties disappear under his skilled hands, and then I'm naked beneath him, my body trembling with anticipation.

"Been too long," he murmurs, trailing kisses down my neck. "Need to fuck you again."

He braces himself above me, his powerful arms caging me in as he stares down with an intensity that steals my breath. The way he looks at me – like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen,like he can't believe I'm real – makes me feel more desired, more appreciated than I've ever felt before.

"You have no idea how many times I thought about this," he says, his voice rough with desire. "About you. Under me. Just like this."

His eyes travel over my naked body slowly, appreciatively. Where I expected to feel self-conscious – my post-baby body isn't the same as it was that night a year ago – I instead feel beautiful. Wanted. Cherished.

"You're fucking perfect," he growls, lowering his head to capture one nipple in his mouth.

I gasp as he sucks and teases, his tongue circling the sensitive nipple. My breasts are more sensitive since having Anna, and the pleasure is almost overwhelming. When he moves to the other breast, his hand slides between my thighs, finding me already wet and ready for him.

"So wet for me," he murmurs against my skin. "Just like before."

His fingers explore me skillfully, remembering exactly how to touch me. One thick finger slides inside while his thumb circles my clit, and my hips buck against his hand.

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