Page 140 of Redemption
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He helped me get into position and then went to stand behind the couch. He pulled me closer to him, and the angle allowed both of us to see everything. When he put his head between my thighs and licked my clit, I nearly came undone at the sight of him looking at me. The entire time, his hands were on me—traveling over my stomach, my breasts, even playing with my mouth and pushing a finger between my lips.
He kept at it until my legs were shaking, and I was calling his name. Until my body was on fire, and I thought I might burn if he didn’t let me come. If he didn’t come with me.
“Please, Jackson.” I was done waiting. I was ready.
He moved for the bedroom, presumably to retrieve a condom from the intimacy kit, but I sat up and placed my hand on his arm to stop him.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I mean, I had my annual physical for Hudson recently and passed it with flying colors, but…”
“I have an IUD. And I’ve always used condoms in the past, but I don’t want to anymore. Not with you. You’re my forever.”
He cupped my face and kissed me, his cock hard against my stomach. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said, feeling dazed from that kiss. Delirious from the need I felt for this incredible man.
He lined himself up with my entrance, and we both watched as he disappeared inside me. His eyes flitted to mine, and I held his gaze. I felt it to the depths of my core. His love. His devotion. His unspoken promise. He was mine, and I was his.
He interlaced our fingers, fusing our mouths together, sealing our connection in every way possible. I gasped when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“Oh god.” My head dropped back, my eyes closed.
When I opened my eyes, his blue ones were the same as they’d always been. Warm. Loving. Endless like the ocean and full of the promise of forever.
We were still us. We would always be us. And making love was like coming home.
He wrapped his arm around my lower back, pulling me even closer. So close it was impossible to know where I ended and he began.
Jackson claimed my mouth, his movements rough and possessive in the way he knew I loved. His eyes burned molten, and I loved how attentive he was. Always checking in with me. It was hot.
“Harder,” I said, needing more, though I wasn’t sure what. I just…needed him.
I locked my legs around his hips, and his thrusts grew almost punishing in their intensity, my pleasure building and building like a gathering storm. I needed… I panted. Needed…
“Mine,” he growled, nipping at my shoulder. “You’re mine, Sloan.”
“Yes,” I sighed, both from his words and the sensations he provoked in my body. He was feral, and I freaking loved seeing him lose control like this. “And you’re mine.”
“Always,” he promised, and I was so close. “Always.”
I sucked in a jagged breath, surrounded by his scent. His touch. His love. Our bodies moved in harmony, carrying us both toward release.
“Look at me,” he said, slowing down, torturing me. “Look at us.”
We glanced down to the point where our bodies were joined. He spread me wide with his fingers, adding another sensation to the mix. “Fuck. Look how well you take me.”
He pulled out slowly then thrust in hard. He did it again, eliciting another gasp from me. And then he increased his pace, his eyes darting between our bodies and my face.
“Oh god, Jackson. That feels…” I panted. “So good. I’m so close. So…”
And then it crashed over me like a thirty-foot wave—powerful, inescapable, and unrelenting. All I could feel, all I could see, all I could hear was him. He was my entire universe, and I’d been a fool to ever think otherwise.
With a few more thrusts, Jackson spilled inside me, grunting, “Mine,” again and again.
We lay there a minute, still intertwined, our bodies sticky and sated. I smiled, full of love for this incredible man. He kissed me then withdrew, and I felt empty without him.
“Fuck me.” He rubbed a hand over his mouth, his eyes glued to my most intimate place. “The sight of my come dripping out of your pussy…” He growled and leaned forward to lick my clit, setting off a round of shudders. “Damn.”