Page 106 of For Wrath and Redemption
“I want you to use your safe word if you’re uncomfortable or if you feel me applying pressure any heavier than this.”
I swallow, my throat expanding and contracting in his hand. “You’re applying barely any pressure at all.”
“Exactly.” I scowl, and he chuckles before taking my lower lip between his teeth and biting lightly. “Quit pouting. We can work up to more, but not now. Any discomfort. Any pressure. Use your safe word.”
I nod, and he flexes his hips, hitting me deep with his cock and making me whimper.
“Say you understand, Claire.”
“I understand. Any discomfort or pressure, I say elephant.”
He grins and presses another kiss to my lips.
“Thank you,” he says, and then he starts to move again.
He tries to go slowly, but I don’t let him. I buck up into him and make him fuck me faster. He groans and drops his forehead to mine. His fingers flex around my neck.
“I’ve had dreams of this. Fucking you with my hand wrapped around your pretty little throat.” He cants his hips to the side, and I gasp at the new sensation. “You fit so perfectly in my hand, Trouble. I can feel your heartbeat. I can feel your breathing. Everything I need right in my palm.”
“I love it,” I rasp out. “I love having your hand around my throat.”
“Fuck.”
His groan is almost pained, and he speeds up. He flexes his fingers again, pulsing them around me. I can breathe. I’m not lightheaded. But it’s so sensual and erotic. I’m so turned on that my skin is buzzing.
“Just think of all the ways I’m going to fuck you.”
His forearm puts pressure on my collarbone, pinning me into the mattress, while he pushes up on his other arm so he can peer down at me.
“Every surface. Every position. Every country. I’m going to own every fucking orgasm from now on, Trouble. Until my cock smells permanently like your pussy. Until your cum is all I taste. Until every time I make a fist, you feel it around this pretty little fucking throat, and it makes you wet.”
Every word is rasped and gritty, and I picture everything he says. It pushes me closer and closer to the edge. My pussy throbs and clenches around him rhythmically. His body starts to quake. His movement grows frantic.
“Fuck, Claire. Fuck.”
“Are you going to come with me, Jonah?”
“God, yes.”
He drops back down and wraps his arm around my back, holding me against him just as his muscles tense. Our sweaty bodies collide, connected from sternum to thigh, and it’s still not close enough. He jerks and curls around me as we come together. His low groan matches mineand vibrates through me. He pants into my neck, then buries his face into my hair.
He doesn’t let go of me. He doesn’t slide out of me. He just holds me closer, then presses kisses to my head. My ear. My shoulder and jaw. Then, finally, my lips.
“You’re mine, Claire Davis.” He growls the words into my mouth possessively, almost angrily, with his hand still wrapped around my throat. “Do you understand what I’m saying? You’re mine.”
I nod and take his lips again.
I understand.
I don’t think he does, though. Not the true extent of it.
He might mean I’m his right now, but my heart will be his forever.
Checkmate,Jonah Hendrix.
You’ve won.
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