Page 105 of For Wrath and Redemption
Then I ride him.
“Jesus.” He chokes out the word with his teeth gritted, and I grin.
“No, Jonah. Claire.”
He lets out a pained laugh. His heart tattoo throbs under my thumbs.
“Fuck, Claire. Just like that. Fuck.”
I pulse around him. I make him moan and chant my name. I make his face twist up and his mouth gape open. I squeeze him until he releases my wrists and grips my hips. Then he pounds into me.
“Oh my God,” I say on a low moan. “Yes. Yes. Harder.”
Quickly, I’m flipped onto my back, and he obeys, thrusting into me hard and fast. My whole body quakes with the impact as he fucks me, but I want more. I need more.
“Choke me.”
He freezes and his eyes jump to mine. There’s no hiding the excitement in them.
“What did you say?”
“Choke me, Jonah.” I grab his wrist and move it to my throat. “Choke me, please.”
His chest heaves, and his eyes fall to his hand. He flexes his fingers around my neck slightly, then bites his lip.
“Are you sure?”
“God, yes.”
He hesitates, bouncing his attention between my eyes and my throat.
“I’m not going to restrict oxygen.”
“No.”
“Yes. It’s that or nothing. I don’t want to risk hurting you.”
“You won’t.”
“Claire, please. That or nothing.”
I want to protest. I want to tell him I don’t want gentle. I want everything. But the look in his eyes stops me, and I nod.
“Okay.”
“What’s your safe word?”
I arch a brow. “Elephant.”
His lips curve into a smirk. “Smartass.”
I clench around his cock, and he grunts, then hits me with a sinful grin.
“Careful. You’re going to get yourself in trouble.”
“I can handle it.”
Slowly, he lowers himself back over me, keeping his hand around my neck and bringing his face inches from mine.
