Page 42 of Redeemed

“C’mere,” I murmur before threading my fingers through her hair and sealing my lips to hers. She comes easily,obediently,and it has heat rushing through my veins and sinking downward.

My hands slide down to her hips, and I press her body into mine to feel the warmth of her pussy against my hardening cock. The softest moan falls from her lips when she feels it, and her hips roll into mine. The friction makes her whimper, but then she stops abruptly.

“I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. It just… happened.”

At the breathless way she says it, I smile to myself. All it took was a little kissing, and she’s already panting. She gets worked up so easily for me.

“Do it again,” I tell her. “It’s all right.”

It’smorethan all right. She has no idea the things I want to do to her.

“You… want me to?” she asks.

“God yes, Haven. Go ahead. Rub your pussy against my dick until you’ve soaked through my pants.” My lips trail along her neck. “I want to feel it.”

She makes a cute, disturbed sound before pulling back. “Colton!”

This is more than I intended when I kissed her, but now that we’re here, I don’t see any reason to stop. “I know you want to, angel. Don’t pretend otherwise. Now do it again.”

Squirming, she looks away. “I can’t.”

The redness that creeps across Haven’s cheeks has me wondering if that cult instilled some shame in my girl. I want her to want me with the same ferocity that I want her with. Deep down, I think she does. She just needs someone to break through the protective shell she’s trapped in.

“That’s all right,” I say with a reassuring smile. “I’ve got you.”

With an arm locked around her waist, I slowly push her dress up her thighs. Seeing all that soft skin drives my mind wild, and I almost shove her to the ground so I can take my time kissing up and down her thighs before burying my head between her legs.

But no. I think, with Haven, I’ll have to work her up to something like that.

So I tease her inner thighs with light touches, watching the wave of curiosity and mild discomfort that plays out on her features. I don’t want to push her too far too fast, but I know she wants this.Sheknows she wants this.

“What are you doing?” she asks shakily.

“Making you feel good.” I push her panties aside, and my fingers slip through her desire.Fuck.She’s already soaked.

Haven frowns in confusion. “Making me feel—oh!Ohh.Colt, what—how—”

I capture the rest of her broken question with my mouth on hers. As I gently rub her clit, she gasps in shock and goes back to clutching my shoulders.

“Colton,” she squeaks out. “Colt, stop.”

I slow my fingers to a halt. “What?”

“What do you mean,what?What are you doing? Why does it feel…” She swallows. “Why does it feel like that?”

“Like what?”

“Um. Good?”

I don’t understand why she’s phrasing it like a question until I take in the look of pure confusion on her face.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Oh my fucking god.

“Have you never done this before?” I ask slowly.

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