Page 108 of Sweet Redemption

“Hendrix,” she whimpers as my rough fingers bite into her skin, and I drag my cock through her slick, wet heat. My abs contract with the sheer will it takes not to take her right now.

“I’ve dreamed of you like this for years, Serena. My name on your back and your ass in the air.” I run a hand over her ass again, then spank her hard and fast, and she screams, then pushes back again until I do it again to the other cheek. Serena shakes beneath me, her entire body vibrating. “You should see what you look like, baby. Fucking gorgeous with my handprints on your ass and your pretty pussy swollen and greedy.” I slide my hand up her back and press between her shoulder blades, pushing her down until her breasts are crushed between her and the table. She whimpers and shakes. I suck her earlobe between my lips and bite. “You want me to fuck you, Serena?”

“God yes, please. Now.” Her words run together, and I run my cock through her soaked sex again and again, hitting her clit but not pushing inside. Teasing her. Working her. Edging her until she can’t take anymore.

I drag my tongue down her spine and over her ass, then bend and plunge it inside her cunt, my cock leaking in my hand as a strangled cry rips from her throat. That’s what I wanted. That fucking sound.

I stand quickly, gripping her hips, and slam home in one deep, hard thrust.

Her back arches as she clings to the table, her head turned and her eyes watching as I fuck her. Claim her. Hitting so fucking deep, she’ll feel me for days. My cock kisses that sweet spot over and over again as filthy fucking words spill from those perfect lips. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Hendrix . . .”

Faster than she even realizes what’s happening, I pull out, spin her around, lift her up, and impale her as her legs wrap around my hips, and her arms hang loosely around my shoulders. “I want to see your face when you’re screaming my name.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, clinging to me. The dim firelight dances off her soft skin and her pink cheeks. And I swear if I died right now, I’d die a happy man. “So close . . .” she whispers, but I’m not ready for this to be over. Not this night. Not this lifetime with this woman.

Heat licks down my spine with every sharp snap of my hips.

Each slide of my cock as I drive inside her.

I drop my forehead to hers, and she presses her lips to mine. She tastes like sweet sugar and red wine. She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted in my life.

Her fingers trace my lips as I stroke my tongue with hers.

“Mine,” she whispers as her walls tighten around me, and electricity arcs between us, sending a shockwave straight to the base of my spine. My heart beats a wild, rapid rhythm as I fuck her through her orgasm and mine. Until our cum is dripping down her legs.

I pull out slowly, obsessed with how Serena whimpers, like she’s devastated at the loss, and lay her back on the table, kissing the inside of each thigh before I throw them over my shoulders and wrap my lips around her clit. My fingers slide through her sex, teasing her. Pushing my cum back inside her.

I want to mark this woman.

Claim her in a way I never have in all the years I’ve loved her.

It’s like something primal in me breaks and there’s no going back.

I suck and lick and curl my fingers until Serena screaming and shaking and coming again, so hard she squirts all over my face, and goddamn, my new life’s goal is to make it happen again.

Serena

Resting my head on Hendrix’s strong chest, I let the slow steady beats of his heart lull me into a peaceful place where sleep doesn’t matter. When I’m lying in his arms, focusing on the here and now, instead of the past, it’s easy to ignore the sunlight breaking through his curtains and that according to my body, it’s time to wake up and get out of bed. We’ve always been electric together. Unable to keep our hands off each other. But last night was different. More. Maybe more than I’m ready for, if I’m honest with myself. But the truth is, I’m not sure that’s not the actual lie. Being scared is natural, but does it mean you’re not ready? Or does it mean that some of the best things in life require a leap of faith?

Fuck me, I’ve never really been a leap of faith kind of girl.

But if I was going to jump for anyone, it would be this man sleeping next to me. His dark lashes fanning across his cheeks, and his full lips slightly parted, completely relaxed. And for the first time in a long time, I think I am too.

At least it’s easy until someone knocks on the door.

Shit. That was a knock . . . right?

“Hendrix,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his temple as I drag my fingers through his hair. “Wake up, Superman. I think Gracie’s here with Bodhi, and I am absolutely not letting her in smelling like sex.”

Hell, I probably look like I was fucked seven ways from Sunday.

Maybe because I was.

It was definitely at least five ways. But there were more than five orgasms. My man was on a mission, and I was the target. A very sore, very happy target.

The knock gets louder, and he doesn’t even budge. “Come on, Hendrix.”

The next thing I know, I’m on my back, Hendrix’s arms caging either side of my face and his knee between my thighs.