Page 233 of Redeemed

“Hold on, angel,” I say when she lets out a distressed sound.

It’s possible that talking through things will help calm her down, but I doubt it. Fuck that shit, anyway. Talking about your problems doesn’t make them go away, and it never will.

What Haven needs is for her thoughts to be rerouted away from Isaiah. She needs someone to force her body to relax, and I can only think of one way to do that right now.

Leaning over her, I cup her face and lightly fit my mouth to hers. She makes a startled noise, as I expected, but she’s too lost in her fear to think to pull away. Hesitantly, she kisses me back, the action feeling almost automatic.

My hand travels down her body until I’m nudging her legs open. With a gasp, she clamps them together and shakes her head, but I flatten my palm against her thigh and push harder.

“Trust me,” I say quietly.

“But—”

“Shh, shh, just relax. You’re too worked up to think straight.” My lips feather across her forehead. “I know what you need, don’t worry.”

“But I’m scared.”

“You want to feel better, don’t you?”

She nods, and she lets me coax her legs apart a few inches.

“You want me to help you?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Please help me.”

Fuck me.I’ve never given her an orgasm for the sake of her own pleasure. Even when I ate her out, I couldn’t give two shits about how she felt about it. I did it because it was whatIwanted to do.

This, though? This is entirely for her—something I never thought I’d do.

When I push her thighs apart more, they give easily. I slide my hand into her panties as I kiss her again. She’s not wet, but I gently work her up to it within a couple minutes. Once my fingers are slipping through her desire, I move a little faster. It pulls a whimper out of her, but all I care about is that it seems to be working.

She’s stopped shaking, and her panicked breaths have turned into quiet gasps. I almost default to making fun of her for being too easy, but I catch myself just in time. This isn’t meant to humiliate her or upset her. She just needs a little help calming down, that’s all.

“I don’t want you to focus on anything except the way I’m making you feel, you got it?”

She nods, panting. I seal my lips to hers, and this time, she starts grinding against my hand like she can’t stop herself.

“Look at you,” I whisper in between kisses. “You’re doing so well.”

I don’t degrade her, don’t throw her around. All I do is kiss her and circle her clit with my finger until she comes. It’s not an explosive orgasm—she’s too drained for that. But her body tenses, and her back arches, and a strained moan escapes her throat.

“That’s it,” I murmur, still rubbing her clit. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Colt,” she whines, and I finally slow my fingers to a stop.

“Feel better?” I ask.

She turns into me, once again draping her leg over my body to keep me close. “Mmhmm. Thank you, Colt.”

I slip one arm under her head and wrap my other one around her waist. With her dragon still between us, Haven drifts off again, her expression finally relaxed, and I follow a few minutes later.

Lucas

Xanderissilentwhilewe get ready for bed. I watch him as he tensely undresses and walks over to the hamper to drop his clothes in instead of throwing them from across the room.

It’s something I’ve always appreciated about him. Even when he’s angry, he makes sure I know he’ll never, ever be a threat to me.Ever.

As I pull my shirt over my head, I ask, “What’s wrong?”

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