Page 42 of Cruel Redemption

Our eyes met as I unleashed myself in her mouth, pumping with trembling thrusts. She groaned, swallowing everything I gave her.

“Oh shit.” She kissed the tip, and I sank to the shower floor next to her.

“Better?” she teased.

I rested my head against the wall. “Yeah.” I reached for her. “I want you too, you know.”

“Do you? You seem tired. I wanted to give you something. Something memorable. I was prepared for you to sleep through it.”

I let out a loud laugh that echoed off the tile. “How could I sleep through that?”

“Utter exhaustion,” she answered.

“Never that exhausted.”

She rubbed the side of my face. I took her palm and kissed it. Followed by her arm, and her shoulder. I reached overhead, yanking a fluffy white spa towel off the shower hook. Her eyes lit with green glowing embers when I licked her tits, lowering her to the floor. I kissed her navel, taking my time to rub the scuff against her soft skin.

She inhaled sharply when I spread her legs, brushing my cheek inside her thigh.

“So rough,” she murmured. “I think I like this.”

I looked in her eyes, before I dove between her legs.

“But do you like this?” I taunted.

I unleashed the hunger I had for her. The love. The passion. The desire I had for her body. I dipped a finger inside her while I lapped at her clit. Amara’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Her hips danced. She ground her thighs against my face. It was a quick orgasm. Already on the surface. Not the kind she could hide.

I blamed being separated. Spending the night apart. Facing the darkness alone.

I pushed my tongue inside her, twisting it with scorching strokes until she came hard in my mouth. She screamed, breaking into a million pieces.

I kissed her heat, and her thigh. We stared at each other, taking it in. We were together.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” she whispered, giving me a lazy smile. God, she was gorgeous. Sexy.

“We have work to do, today, don’t we?” I asked with reluctance. I didn’t want to move. I wasn’t sure if I could.

She nodded. “But you don’t have to start right away. Why don’t you get some sleep?”

She sat up next to me. Our fingers interlaced.

“And leave you with this fucking crisis? I don’t think so.”

“Please don’t leave me again.”

“I’m not. I won’t.” I cupped the side of her jaw. “I swear.” I crushed her mouth with a kiss. I wanted her again. And again. Amara crawled into my lap. I wasn’t sure if it was a tear or water from the mist, that had rolled down her cheek.

My hands gripped her back. Maybe today wasn’t the day we needed to leave the shower. Our tongues tangled. Her breathing become erratic. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I won’t.”

I swore I wouldn’t leave her again. Her hips began to sway against my waist. My cock pulsed. I bit at her lip, I dug into her skin. I wanted to lick every inch of her.

“I won’t go anywhere.”

She sighed. “And if we don’t have control over that?”

“We will.” I hiked her knee to my side. I was hard again. So fucking hard for her.

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