Page 269 of Redeemed

He’s not a bad person. Not by a long shot.

“Hold on,” Colton mutters. He carefully rolls us over so I’m beneath him. “There. You comfortable like this?”

I gaze up at him and nod as a tired smile takes over my face. Everything fades from my mind except for the fact that we’re finally here. When Colton slides back into me, it only solidifies it.

“Good,” he whispers. “I want you to come for me again.”

I’m not sure I have the energy for it until Colton places a hand on my lower stomach and slowly applies pressure. He uses the other to stroke my clit, and all of a sudden, I feel so close that the air is snatched from my lungs.

“Oh!” I clumsily grab at Colton’s arm.

“Yeah?” He grins and thrusts harder. “Gonna come already?”

“I don’t—I—how—” The rest of my sentence is stolen from me, and my nails dig into Colton’s arm as I come. Pain twinges in my side, but it’s quickly eclipsed by the wave of pure bliss that overtakes me.

“That’s my girl,” Colton murmurs. “Practically coming on command.”

“Colt,” I gasp.

I can barely get in a full breath. He’s still driving into me, and watching me come only makes him fuck me harder. It’s almost more than I can take, but I don’t want to stop. I never want to stop.

“You’re doing so well,” he says, voice coaxing. “I know you can do it again.”

Doubts flood my mind, but in the end, he’s right. Two more times, he makes me come like this. The room feels like it’s spinning by the time he’s lowering himself onto his elbows. He brings both my legs over his shoulders, basically folding me in half. When he thrusts into me, I understand why.

“God,” I wheeze. My body feels more sensitive, and every movement he makes feels more intense.

“I know, angel,” Colton pants. “I feel it, too.”

My back arches on its own, and a high-pitched cry leaves my lips. Even without him touching my clit, I can barely handle all the sensations coursing through me.

“God, angel, you’re gonna make me come if you keep making noises like that.”

“I—” But a second cry is ripped from my throat when Colton slams into me harder. It pushes me over the edge into one last orgasm. This one feels different than the previous ones. Those felt like explosions, and this feels like drowning, but in the best way.

“Shit,” Colton forces out, his voice weakening at the end.

“Please come inside me,” I beg. “Colton, ple—ahhh—please, I want you to come inside me again. I want to feel—want to feel it dripping out of me. God, Colt,please.”

Colton swears again, and his body goes stiff. This time, he doesn’t hide his face from me, and I take in every micro-expression as he pushes deep inside me and holds himself there. His eyes flutter shut, and his lips part on a choked moan.

“Fuck.Fuck,Haven.”

Euphoria washes over me, and it feels like I’m coming again, just from the sight of him unraveling in front of me.Becauseof me. I’ve never seen him like this before. So uninhibited. So… vulnerable.

With a shudder, Colton drops his head. He’s still inside of me, and he’s too goddamn tall for me to press my lips to his, so I pepper his chest with tiny kisses instead. My hands travel up his sides as he slowly—soslowly—pulls out of me.

Gaze fixed between my legs, Colton watches with hooded eyes as I feel his cum slip out of me. He gathers it up with two fingers and pushes it back inside, murmuring, “Mine. You hear me, angel? You’re fucking mine, and this is only the first way I’m going to claim you.”

I inhale sharply. Colton was possessive of me back in freshman year, and that started up again when I moved in, but it wasn’t like this. He means it differently now.

He meansforever.

“You understand me?” he asks, voice low.

Breathlessly, I nod. I want that. Wanthim.I want all three of them to claim me and own me so thoroughly that the remaining hold Isaiah has on me snaps in two and falls away.

“I need that,” I whisper.

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