Page 12 of Erik's Redemption
Before she could rise, he was on top of her, his fingers around her throat.
For a moment, fear made her body lock and her breath halt in her lungs.
He looked like a predator—and she was his prey.
The fear was spidering through her chest, icing her skin, when he blinked. That small action seemed to pull him out of whatever hell he’d been caged in. His expression shifted from anger to horror.
“Angel…” He yanked his hand from her skin like she’d burned him and pulled her to her feet, inspecting her body. “Did I—”
“I’m fine, Erik. You didn’t hurt me.”
He looked like he didn’t believe her. Like everything she represented, he wanted to get away from.
She stepped closer, the need to comfort him drowning out every other emotion. “Erik…I’m okay. But I need to know that you’re okay too. What happened just now? Where did you go?”
“I dreamt that I lost you.” The words were spoken so quietly, she almost didn’t hear.
She cupped his cheek, relieved when he didn’t step away. “I’m right here, Erik.”
“You’re here.” He lowered to the edge of the bed and pulled her to his lap. He held her so tightly, there was no space between them, his temple touching hers. “You’re here,” he repeated, as if trying to convince himself.
“Erik, in your dream, how did you lose me?”
“I did something…something that was unforgivable.”
“But you know it wasn’t real, right? I’m here and I’m yours. I’llalwaysbe yours.”
The agony that flashed across his face was so distinct, she almost felt it.
She pressed her hands to his bare chest. “Erik…what’s going on between us?” She needed answers, even if it was just crumbs of truth that she could pull together to make a little bit of sense.
“I never fear anything.” He touched a light kiss to her neck. “But when it comes to you, I feareverything.” Another kiss, this time lower. “The thought of losing you…it’s like losing the skin off my body. The air in my lungs.” His hands slipped beneath the material of her shirt. “I need to touch you,” he whispered. “Feel you.”
Her hands went to the hem of her top and, with his help, she tugged it over her skin. “So touch me.”
The words had barely left her lips when his mouth dropped to hers. The kiss was passion. It was fire and love and desire, all wrapped up together.
She grabbed his shoulders. God, she’d missed his kisses. His touch. Hislove.
His mouth slipped from hers and moved down her neck, then her chest. When his lips wrapped around one pebbled nipple, she gasped and arched her back, her fingers digging into his muscles.
The blaze inside her burned hotter, turning into a wildfire that sped through her limbs. Like her hips had a mind of their own, they ground against his cock, feeling every inch of him through the material of her panties and his briefs.
He switched to her other breast while his hands went to her hips, and he tore the lace off her body like it was nothing.
“Tell me you want this, Angel. Tell me you’re mine.”
She gasped again when his fingers brushed the apex of her thighs, and he swiped her clit. “I’m yours,” she breathed.
“I need you more than I’ve needed anything or anyone in my life.” His thumb pressed to her clit, moving in circles as his finger slid to her entrance. Her breathing stopped. He pushed inside, and it was an explosion of sensation and desire.
One of her hands shifted to his hair, tugging. “I feel all of that. You’re inside my bones. My blood. You’re a part of me, Erik.”
He started a slow thrust of his finger, his thumb always working her clit, his teeth grazing her nipple.
She moaned, wanting more. Needing to feel him inside her. She reached for his briefs and slipped her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around his cock. He groaned as she shifted her hand from base to tip.
He released her nipple and kissed up her chest. “A part of me is so damn scared that I have something so important to me. That I need you so much.” He took her mouth with his own, then lifted her hips and positioned himself at her entrance. “But it’s too late now. I’m forever tethered to you.” He slid inside.
