Page 53 of Redemption

“Oh, that’s so, so…”

“Good?” His graveled voice rumbled close to her ear.

“Good?” She nodded, mouth agape. “Mm, yeah.”

“Mm, yeah,” he growled. “Looks good. Tucked safe under your clothes. Safe against me.”

Safe… Yes.Dizzy with sensation overload, her eyes fell back in her head as he picked up the pace. Her ass cheeks clenched, her pussy too. Legs trembling and heels pressed against the mattress, Victoria grew too hot, too wanton. Her clothes choked her, as desperation fueled and teased the climax that was too far away.

“Do you want to come for me, love?”

“Yes.” She tossed her head side to side. “But. I can’t.” Sweat tickled under her pajamas. She was on the cusp, but her head was half in the game and shocked that she was even there. Maybe she wasn’t as bad off as she’d thought? Maybe she was totally screwed up. Maybe, maybe, maybe—

“Relax,” he crooned. “Open those beautiful eyes.”

She squeezed them tighter, turning away, andoh, damn. Ryder shifted closer, fingering her deeper and faster, until she vibrated with a need to orgasm. Her mouth hinged open, hanging as she gasped for breath, her hips rocking side to side, her pussy grinding against the butt of his hand.

“Eyes.”

She gave him what he asked, and a barely-there smile pushed her to the teetering edge of orgasm. “Ryder.” Not coming was nearly painful, and she wanted to give up. “I can’t anymore.”

“You’re getting in your own way.”

“I—” Was she?

“Slide your fingers with mine.” His intense stare said he knew she was right there, ready to come.

His barely-there smile went full bloom.

“Scandalous,” he whispered against the shell of her ear, and again, she almost fell apart.

She dropped her hand on top of his sinewy arm, feeling it flex and strain with every finger fuck until her fingers slid under her clothes, and the pads of her fingertips massaged her clit.

“Victoria.” Ryder sucked in a breath then ducked down, moving close to her ear. His fingers pumped into her as she played too. “Sweet, tight pussy.”

Her eyelashes fluttered. Had she ever been with a man so vocal, so in tune with her?No. No.“Ohhh.”

His hand pumped faster, the fingers not inside her brushing against the tight bud of her ass, sending illicit electric shocks shooting from the inside out. All of her was on fire. Her hips rose to meet him, her fingers spun her clit into a frenzy. “I’m going to come. Ryder.Ryder.”

Her canal clenched him, the spasming orgasm taking hold as her legs shook and white lightning blinded her. He moved on top of her, a searing kiss planted against her lips, not stopping as her muscles clung tight to his fingers, rolling and milking, gripping and pulsing. Victoria bucked against him, needing this release more than any climax in her life.

It was real. True. Pleasure. It was beautiful. And he washed away part of the pain. It was perfect, and she was high. Adrenaline surged. The drugged elation of hormones in her blood reached every inch of her body.

Finally, his kiss stilled as his hand did. Victoria held him, hugging. And small cry caught in her throat that she refused to let escape. She wanted this time, this euphoria without any complication as Ryder wrapped her in an embrace.

“You’re okay? You’re okay,” he quickly promised.

“Yes,” she admitted when she had control over her thoughts and knew she wouldn’t risk a teary revelation. “I needed that.”

“Still doing okay?”

“You must think I’m a huge package of drama,” she whispered.

“No.”

“What do you think?” Victoria squeezed her eyes shut then stared at the ceiling.

“That you needed to come, love.”

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