Page 96 of Twisted Redemption

Blaze sucks on my clit, thrusting his fingers in and out of me. My legs begin to shake, and my back arches.

“Blaze—oh god, please don’t stop. Please. Please.”

And he doesn’t. His fingers find the spot that drives me absolutely wild, and his tongue goes back to my clit, moving in a way that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

That familiar tension builds and builds, dragging me closer and closer to breaking. Words are pouring out of my mouth. They sound like begging, but I have no idea what I’m actually saying.

And then finally, after dangling on the edge for so long I think I might die of anticipation, I fall. I cover my mouth to try and stifle my scream, but it barely does anything.

Both of Blaze’s hands grab my hips as I writhe against his touch. His tongue lightly strokes my clit, not letting me come down completely, until I’m practically begging him to stop.

“I’m too sensitive, please, please—” I sigh in relief when he finally pulls away, grinning.

When he stands, my eyes trail down his body. His amazing body. My gaze settles on his dick, already hard again.

“You can take more, Daisy. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.” He picks me up and throws me onto the center of the bed. Then he crawls on top of me, straddling my hips.

I moan when the pad of his thumb brushes against one of my nipples. Then he pinches both of them lightly, rolling them between his fingers.

“Just give me a minute,” I whisper, pushing myself up.

“Of course.” He leans down and kisses me, still playing with my nipples. His tongue runs across my bottom lip before he bites it softly, kissing away the sting.

With a gentle shove, he pushes me down until I’m laying flat on my back. His hands leave my breasts, trailing down my arms. When he gets to my wrists, he grabs them and pulls them above my head, pinning them to the mattress. He holds them there with one hand.

“Blaze,” I moan as he kisses my jawbone.

“Do you want me to use a condom? I’m clean.” He bites the shell of my ear, groaning when my hips grind against him.

“No,” I whisper. “Please. My IUD is still in. And I got tested after...” I grimace. “You know.”

He pulls away to look at my face. “You ready?”

I nod. “Yes. So ready.” I feel him positioning himself and just barely sliding in. Oh god, oh god. Finally. It’s actually him. “Blaze. Blaze, I love you. So much.”

“I love you, Brooke. With everything in me.” And then he sinks into me with a low groan. “Shit, Daisy. So good. So fucking perfect.”

All I can manage is a whimper as he pulls out before filling me again. I want to touch him, but he still has my hands pinned above my head. His other arm is holding him up as he finds a rhythm, taking it slowly, watching me closely.

“So much better than I ever could’ve imagined,” he whispers.

His damp hair falls into his face before he kisses me softly. I part my lips for him, and his tongue enters my mouth, stroking gently. Taking me. Worshiping me. He pushes his dick so far into me, circling his hips, capturing my moans in his mouth.

Is this what it’s like to have love made to you? The slow, exploratory motions. The cherishing. The way Blaze is trying to bury himself as deeply in me as he can.

I moan his name, blinking, realizing there are tears in my eyes. Why am I crying? I’ve never cried during sex. But, I suppose, I’ve never felt like this before.

So ready. So cared for. So wanted.

He pulls away, still maintaining his slow, deep pace. When a tear falls onto my face, he releases my wrists to brush it away. “Is this okay?” he whispers, cupping my face.

“Yes,” I say, trying to keep my voice even. I blink away the tears, wrapping my fingers around his biceps—but not before realizing that my hands are shaking. All of me is shaking. “I just—it’s you. It’s actually you.”

He runs the tip of his nose up my cheek before pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “I know, Daisy. I know.”

“I don’t want this to—oh god,” I breathe out when he pushes so deeply inside of me I think I’ll feel him forever. And I’m okay with that. I want that.

“I don’t want it to end either.” His lips brush against my cheek. When I clench around him, he drops his head to my shoulder, swearing. “But I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”

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