Page 95 of Twisted Redemption

“Fuck,” Blaze grits out. “I need to fuck you, Daisy. I need to taste you. I need to be inside of you. I need—I need all of you.”

I grip his thighs, not wanting this to be over yet. I’ve dreamed of this for years. Just a little bit longer.

So I continue sucking him, licking him, and taking him as far back as I can. His hips roll forward involuntarily. The way he tastes has me desperate for more.

“Daisy, I can’t—you feel too good. Wanted this for too long. I’m going—fuck.” His eyes slide shut as his cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow, almost choking, and then I gasp for air when he pulls out.

Without a word, Blaze drops to his knees. His blond hair is stuck to his forehead, his cheeks, his neck. But it only makes him look hotter. Taking my face in his hands, he presses a kiss to my lips. I open up for him, and his tongue swipes over mine. He moans at his taste in my mouth.

“Was it good?” I whisper. My cheeks heat at the nervousness in my voice. I don’t have a ton of experience in this department, since David never let me have much control, no matter how much I fought for it.

Blaze laughs. “It was fucking amazing. Almost too good. I didn’t want to finish that fast.”

I throw my arms around him and kiss him again. My Blaze. I can’t believe I finally have him.

He stands, hauling me up with him, before shutting off the water. Then he steps out of the shower and sets me on the floor. Grabbing a towel, he dries me off, although I didn’t get terribly wet. Then he pats himself down before picking me up again.

“You don’t have any plans for the rest of the day, do you?” he asks.

I shake my head. “You?”

“Only one. And it includes not letting you leave my bed until tomorrow morning.”

I go still. His bed. No. My plan was to bring him back to my room. I’ve still been avoiding the master. The decor, the bed, hell, everything about it—it all reminds me of David.

Blaze sets me on the bed. When I try to get up, he holds me in place. Then he places a finger under my chin, tilting my head up so I have to look at him. “This is your home, Brooke. It’s time to reclaim it as such. I can’t think of a better way to do that than this.”

I bite my lip. He has a point.

“Breathe,” he whispers, kissing my neck.

I do, clutching his arms. He’s right—I know he’s right. At some point, I’m going to have to get over my weird avoidance of this room. It’s not like David and I didn’t fuck all over the house—we did. And I’ve slowly started to reclaim the other rooms. So why not this one?

“Okay. You’re right. Fuck him. And please—fuck me. I’m ready.”

He chuckles before kissing the tip of my nose. “That’s my girl.”

I smile at him. Then a yelp flies from my mouth when he grabs my legs and yanks me to the edge of the bed. He peppers my inner thighs with soft kisses, sending a shiver of arousal through me.

When he slides a finger into me, he groans at how wet I am. “Is this because you enjoyed me fucking your face, my sweet Daisy?”

I moan, nodding as he adds another finger and curls them into me. I keep myself propped up on my elbows. There’s no way I can stop myself from watching him.

“I’ll have to remember that,” he murmurs before his tongue circles the area around my clit, not quite giving me what I want. He does it again, and again, until I’m squirming with want.

“Please, Blaze,” I gasp, fisting the sheets.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” I practically shout. I clench around his fingers.

“Mmm, I suppose I did say I’d do anything for you, didn’t I?” Slowing his fingers to a stop inside me, he smirks as I groan in frustration. But then, after pausing for a few seconds that feel like forever, his tongue circles my clit.

Oh my god. I whimper, bucking my hips. Blaze uses his free arm to hold me down.

“Either lay back and enjoy it, or I’ll stop.”

My head falls back as I groan, but I do my best to keep still as he continues. A deep, satisfied sound comes from his throat. Fuck. Is he really enjoying this?

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