Page 107 of The Arrogant's Redemption

"You mean how instantly they bonded?"

"Yeah."

"That was a slap in the face—for both me and Lois. I’m not going to lie, LJ. I’ll keep my guard up for a long time. But I’m willing to start the clock over. What she does from now on is what’s going to determine how this goes."

"That’s more than fair, my love. But now enough about family. I need to take you upstairs before we end up arrested for indecent exposure. I can’t wait another second to be inside this gorgeous body, Alexis."

"My God, Lazarus," she moans into my mouth as I kiss her.

I don’t even know how we get to the apartment—pure autopilot. All my blood has rushed south.

There’s a fierce urgency driving me, and at the same time, I want this night to stretch on forever. Like sweet torture, I restrain myself in the elevator, but the moment our front door closes, I growl, "Take off the dress. And the heels."

She reaches back and unzips herself, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

When the dress pools at her feet and she steps out of her heels, she does a slow 360, showing off.

Alexis is wearing a kind of black corset, strapless and lacy, sexy as hell, that reaches down almost to her navel. Covering my private paradise from my hungry gaze, she's got on a tiny thong buried between the cheeks of her delicious ass.

I kick off my shoes, rip off my socks, then tear open my shirt like a caveman, buttons flying. But before I can pounce, she bolts—straight to our bedroom.

I catch her near the bed, pinning her from behind, nipping at her neck. One hand slides over her soaked lingerie, the other locking her left wrist in place—trapping her beneath my control.

I know I can’t take her the way I want to tonight. Not yet. But we have our whole lives ahead. Right now, I just need to come home. And my home is the body of my future wife.

As always happens when I'm with her, I breathe through the tension, force myself to be gentle. If I let my instincts take over, I’d throw her on the bed and take her until we passed out.

"You’re a goddess, Alexis. My goddess. My woman." I slip my hand into her panties.

She trembles. "I want to taste you, Lazarus. You’ve had your way with me for a whole month, and I haven’t been allowed to touch you."

I lift her into my arms and set her on all fours at the edge of the bed, facing me.

“I could kneel.”

"Next time. Not tonight. No chances of you getting hurt."

I strip off my pants and boxers, completely mesmerized by her—still in lingerie, hands planted on the mattress, waiting for my cock.

It’s like an erotic dream come to life.

I stroke myself in front of her lips, so turned on I can hardly think. I want to take her mouth, her pussy and ass—again and again, deep and hard—until she never forgets who she belongs to.

The sexual tension between us is so intense that even the sound of our breathing turns me on.

I dig deep for every ounce of rationality not to give in to the violent lust coursing through me, because I don't want to hurt her.

I guide my steel hard cock to her lips, smearing her with the precum already leaking.

"I want to fuck your mouth like I did that weekend in Cape Cod, but not tonight. Just suck the tip. You’ve been starving for it, haven’t you?"

Her tongue flicks out shyly, tasting me. Then, hungry now, she opens up and takes more.

"That’s it. Use your tongue. Lick and suck at the same time, baby."

I cup her face and begin to move my hips. I start fucking her slowly so she can get used to it. Like me, I know Alexis hasn’t been with anyone else since that weekend we spent in Cape Cod.

Even with all her inexperience, she seems wild with lust, sucking me greedily.

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