Page 72 of Twisted Redemption
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t for Brooke to take control. But as she sucks on the sensitive skin of my neck, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I grip her waist as she leaves a trail of kisses down my chest. Her hands slide down my stomach until they rest at my hips. Fuck, her hands on me feel so much better than I ever thought they would.
“I want you.”
We both say it at the same time. For a second, we just stare at each other. And then I’m tugging her closer to me, holding her head while I kiss her until she’s breathless.
“Blaze,” she gasps when I pull away.
I don’t reply. Instead, my hands find their way under her dress, brushing against the soft skin of her thighs until I find the fabric of her panties already soaked.
Maybe this is too fast. But we’ve wanted each other for so long. I don’t know if we could make ourselves stop.
“How much do you care about this specific pair of panties?”
She furrows her brows at me. “Uh, they’re just a pair of underwear.”
I smirk. And that’s when it hits her what I’m asking. Before she can protest, I yank, the fabric tearing under my fingers. I toss the shredded panties to the ground.
“Good.”
Her mouth drops open in a shocked smile. “I could’ve just taken them off.”
I shake my head. “You’re not leaving my lap until I tell you that you can.” Then I slide a finger inside of her, watching her eyelids droop. “You’re soaked. Is this all for me, Daisy?”
She gives me a slight nod, whimpering when I add a second finger. I curl them into her repeatedly, moving slightly each time until she lets out a desperate moan.
“Please, oh god, right there. Blaze. Blaze.”
The way she says my name the second time has me catching my breath. It sounds the way I feel—like I’m finally getting the one thing I’ve craved for years but wasn’t able to have. “How long have you wanted this?” I whisper.
“So long, Blaze. So long.” She rocks her hips against my hand, her eyes glazed over with lust and pleasure.
“Years?”
She nods, biting her lip against a moan when my thumb finds her clit.
“Same here,” I murmur before capturing her mouth in a kiss that says everything I can’t quite figure out how to put into words.
How much she means to me.
How sorry I am for hurting her.
And that I really, truly mean it when I say I’ll do anything to fix us.
When I quicken the pace of my fingers, she clenches around me. And then she breaks our kiss, burying her face in my shoulder with a muffled scream.
“Don’t you dare,” I tell her. “I need to see you. I want to watch you when you come around my fingers.”
She grips my shoulders, holding herself steady as she straightens. When she looks at me, I hold her gaze for a split second before she breaks.
“Blaze, oh my god—Blaze.” Her nails dig into my skin through my clothes, but I don’t care. Watching her drown in wave after wave of ecstasy is too perfect for me to give my attention to anything else.
Her head falls back as I lighten the pressure on her clit, not quite letting her come down yet. I take in her hair and how the wind blows it in tendrils behind her. I take in her moans, desperate and wild. I take in her, trying to burn this feeling into my mind forever.
I don’t want to forget a single detail.
Especially when I can’t give her what she really wants. Not yet.