Page 48 of The Arrogant's Redemption

I’m terrified of the intensity of my feelings in such a short time—but thrilled that I’ve finally met someone who’s made me feel alive.

"Yes to everything, LJ. Yes to us."

Lazarus

Her eyes, right now, are a perfect storm of desire and uncertainty—but they’re not afraid. If anything, they reflect the invisible thread between us.

I move toward her again, but I don’t pull her into an embrace. I lift her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I start climbing the stairs back to the bedroom floor.

I don’t take her to the room I’ve been using—my cousin’s master suite. Like some fucking caveman, I don’t want to share her, not even with a room someone else sleeps in. I head straight for one of the guest rooms.

As I walk, I kiss her chin, her jawline. My mouth glides across her soft skin—biting, licking.

There’s a need in me to claim every inch of her, to taste every patch of flesh she gives me. "I’m starving for you, Alexis."

She shivers, her breath hot against my lips, and pulls my head closer when I suck on her neck. Her satin skin is burning up.

I don’t bother closing the door. I head straight to the bed but don’t lay her down yet. I set her on her feet, and once I’m sure she’s steady, I cup her face. "Tell me you want this."

"I want you, but . . ."

"But what?"

"I’ve never had sex before."

I don’t know if I manage to mask the shock. "You’re a virgin?"

Her face hardens. "That’s not a crime, you know."

Fuck. I really am a cold bastard.

"That’s not what I meant. But I won’t pretend I’m not fucking shocked."

"I get it," she says, stepping back—but I don’t let her go.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

"I already told you. I get it. You don’t want someone who has no experience, and?—"

She doesn’t finish. I take her mouth in a kiss so deep and intensely sexual that even someone innocent would understand exactly what it means.

"Tell me if I’m going too fast. You’re my first virgin, Alexis."

Without waiting for an answer, I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. She doesn’t stop me, and when I feel her hardened nipples against my chest, a low growl rips from my throat.

"You’re fucking delicious." I grab her breasts in both hands, circling her nipples with my thumbs until she moans. I lower my head and take one nipple between my lips. I suck hard, alternating with a teasing bite.

She squirms, gripping my face with both hands, her lust bursting with a rawness I never expected from someone untouched.

Out of my fucking mind with desire, I carry her to the wall and lift her by her ass.

The feel of her soft thighs wrapped around me is better than any foreplay I’ve ever experienced. My cock is straining against my jeans, grinding into her pussy, still covered by a scrap of cotton.

It’s rough, intense friction—and it might leave marks—but instead of backing off, it just fuels me more.

"I’m dying to taste your pussy. I need your taste on my tongue, Alexis."

Lazarus

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