Page 43 of Redeemed

“W-what?”

“Have you never touched yourself like this?”

She shakes her head, and that insecurity that’s followed her around since day one shines in her eyes. “Is that bad?”

“No,” I answer quickly. My fingers move against her clit, just so I can watch her eyelids flutter and her lips part again. “No, it… it’s perfect, angel.”

“Perfect?” she whispers doubtfully.

“Mmhmm.” I kiss her. “Let me teach you what your body can do. Will you let me do that?”

She swallows, hesitating. “Will it hurt?”

“Hurt? God, no.”

“Okay. Then… then yes.”

“Good.”

Again, I kiss her. God, she’s so fucking perfect, and she has no clue. I love that I’m the first boy to do this to her. I love that I’ll be the first one to make her come, before she’s even done it to herself. I love that every time she touches herself after this, she’ll think ofme.

A surprised moan escapes Haven’s lips as I move my finger in circles over her clit. Her chest is heaving, and her expression is half lust, half shock. She doesn’t know what to do with the new sensations I’m pulling out of her.

“Just relax into me,” I murmur. “Focus on how it feels, nothing else. That’s it. That’s my girl.”

“Colt,” she whimpers.

“I wanna show you something else. Can I do that?”

“M-more? I… I don’t know if I can handle more.”

“You can,” I tell her soothingly. “I’ve got you, remember?”

Gulping in air, she nods.

Haven has a lacy black bralette on under her dress, most likely a decision influenced by Athelia’s fashion choices. It looks fucking beautiful on her, but right now, I’m only interested in what’s underneath all that fabric.

With my free hands, I push the straps of the dress and bralette off her shoulders. Haven immediately goes tense, but I reassure her with a kiss to her cheek.

“Let me make you feel good, angel. You want that, right?”

“I do,” she whispers as I continue working her clit. “But I—ahh.Oh my goodness, Colt.”

“Hey, hey, look at me.” When she does, I smile at her. “Stay with me, all right? You want this. I want this. That’s all that matters.”

She bites her lip, and just when I’m sure she’s about to protest, she nods. One of the many things I’ve noticed about her is how easy it is for her to get stuck in her head. She’s had so many morals and opinions imposed on her for so long that she doesn’t know how to decipher right from wrong, truth from untruth.

But this? There isn’t a need for any of that shit when my fingers are drenched from how much she wants me. The only thing that matters is mutual desire.

Gently, I pull her dress down, taking her bralette with it. Her breasts look like they’d fit perfectly in my hands, and her nipples are hard and begging to be sucked on.

“Promise me you won’t hurt me,” Haven whispers, and I realize her eyes are squeezed shut.

That gets me to stop. Fuck, she looks downright terrified, and I can just barely feel her trembling against me.

“I already told you I wouldn’t,” I remind her. “You’re safe with me, Haven. I’d never hurt you.”

“Okay.” But she’s still tense.

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