Page 59 of Sleeping Redemption
She stepped up to me, leaning over so her hands could firmly grab my knees and spread them wide enough for her to stand between them.
“We don’t have time for this bullshit. We’ve got enough goddamn messes to juggle, Kin. Do you even have any concept of self-preservation these days?” My irritation with her ran high.
A light giggle erupted from between her lips. “Self-preservation? That’s all I’ve got, Sylas. Everything I do, I do it for me. I do it to make me feel good, to keep me grounded.” Her hands slid up my jean-clad thighs at a pace that was slow and still somehow not nearly fast enough.
In an effort to keep my head in the game, I got straight to the severity of the matters we were all dealing with. “You’ve drawn the attention of a rare demon whose love language is stalking and torture. Your Divinity Sword is still God knows where, except He doesn’t actually know where. Then, there’s the matter of the balances of Heaven and Hell shifting, and no one seems to know why.”
The warmth of her hands disappeared from my legs as she straightened up. Instead, she used them to peel her jacket from her upper body. It fell to the floor with a soft swoosh as she stared me down.
“I can handle a little stalking and torture,” she said quietly as her fingers skimmed over the thin strap of the lacy black and scarlet bustier top adhered to her tantalizing body.
It pushed up her perfectly round breasts like they were pieces of fine art on display at a museum.
“That’s not my point, Kin.” I managed to grit out past the distraction her body was providing.
The tips of her red–excuse me, scarlet–painted nails dragged down over the swell of her cleavage, drifting further down her body until they arrived at the button of her jeans.
She gave me a knowing smile. “My sword will find its way back home.”
I scoffed. “It’s not going to grow wings and fly back to you.”
“Hm, no, I suppose not.” Her fingers popped open the button on her jeans.
The tone of my voice dropped low with the edge of a warning to it, “Kin, what are you doing?” I wasn’t even sure why I asked the question, my cock knew damn well what she was doing. Discreetly, my hand nudged the bulge forming at the front of my jeans down.
“I’m balancing the scales by giving Heaven a small taste of Hell.” Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip as her eyes unapologetically raked down my body to where my dick was trying to break loose from its denim prison.
Judging by the sultry tone of her voice, she expected this balancing act to be hands-on. Her fingers released the button of her jeans before sliding the zipper down several inches. I was in such a state of surprise that I could only sit there as a powerless bystander.
Kinley shimmied the material down over her hips, revealing the lace thong underneath. My eyes never broke away from the sight of her body that had a death grip on me.
I needed to be stronger; I was a man of morals. My dick, on the other hand? It craved immorality.
My hands clutched onto the fabric of my pants at the tops of my thighs as I continued to watch her strip down until she was in nothing but the pair of panties and that enticing lace bustier.
“Kin, things are serious. We’re talking life or death here.” I tried to dissuade her from continuing on her current path.
She smirked as she walked up to me and crawled onto my lap, her legs parting to straddle my hips. “I know. Right now, thirteen delivery drivers areseriouslyon their way here, and if I don’t get my needs met, it will be about their life or death.”
My arms stretched out over the back of the chaise, my hands grasping the wooden frame tightly to prevent myself from actively succumbing to temptation.
Leaning forward so her face was barely a breath from my own, Kinley sat down right on the front of my jeans, where my cock nearly fucking begged to break the zipper.
“Your choice, Sy. You can either clean up my mess of discarded toys or…” She grinned wickedly at me with a soft chuckle. “Or you can clean up mymesson your pants.” Her hips rolled suggestively against my throbbing dick.
I almost fucking choked on my groan. The heat of her pussy seeped straight through the barrier of clothing between us.
Her hands slid up the front of my chest, leaving a trail of prickling need at the contact. Grabbing my shoulders, she rubbed herself over my straining erection. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, trying to ignore the way my cock swelled with need.
“Kin.” My voice was raspy under the strain of my faltering control. I swallowed hard past the lump in my throat as I fought to pull some of the blood in my dick back up into my brain. “There… There’s other ways.”
With her hips now slowly grinding against me, she brought her lips to my ear. Instead of uttering a few words, she fucking moaned. It was an even more beautiful sound than I had everdreamed of, and I had a collection of dreams about how that sound would grace my ears.
Her lips tickled my ear as she whispered, “I canfeelhow much you want it. How much you want tohelpme.”
She was determined to be my undoing. If there ever was a test of my faith, this had to be it.
Grabbing tighter onto the back of the lounger, every muscle in my body was tighter than a coil ready to break. I resorted to the only thing I knew to attempt to summon any semblance of strength in me.
