Redemption (11 page)

Chapter Fourteen

Neveah

Those dark eyes didn’t waver from me. Even when I stepped through the threshold of the small cabin, I felt his eyes on my back.

The door shut quietly behind him, but I kept forward, afraid to look too soon. There were too many emotions coursing through me. Half of my brain screamed for me to run while I had the chance and the other already pulled off her clothes.

“Neveah,” he whispered behind me, his breath sent chills up my spine. “You’re shivering.”

I was, bad. It should have embarrassed me, but I knew he was the only person that would cure the ache. Slowly, I turned to look up at him. His grey eyes were dilated, a look of primal need on his face.

“I want you,” I bravely whispered. “I can’t take this anymore.”

The corner of his mouth lifted, one hand rested behind me, pinning me against the nearest wall, and the other rested on my waist. “You don’t have to take anything anymore, because I can’t wait another goddamn minute for you.”

He licked his lips before he lowered his face. Pulling on his shoulders, I diminished the space between our lips. A growl slipped from his throat as he swept his mouth over mine, deepening our kiss. I opened my mouth, praying he’d slip his tongue inside. Trailing it along my bottom lip, tortuously, he finally covered his tongue with my own.

Everything stilled. All I could focus on was his mouth and how each second he drove deeper, widening my mouth like he wanted to make his mark as deep as I would let him. I’d could hardly hear the soft raindrops on the tin roof over his guttural groans. “I’ve been dreaming about your mouth,” he mumbled against me. “Your taste is so sweet.”

I clutched his shoulders. I’d been dreaming about his mouth too and every other part of him. The palm on my hip lowered to my ass, and I bite his lip as he squeezed. Rage growled, picked me up, encircled my legs around his slender waist and carried me to his bed.

He lowered me to the surface, his body brushed against my own. “I can’t wait to see you come again,” he whispered against my mouth, his index finger slid down my stomach to the edge of my pants. “I’m going to lick you until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

His harsh words couldn’t have tasted sweeter. I wanted—needed—him to take me somewhere else. Somewhere I knew he could take me from the first time I saw him in the woods. Somewhere high. “Cat got your tongue?” He smiled into my mouth. “Where’s that smartass mouth now, Champ?”

Wetness pooled in my panties. “It’s still here,” I whispered, twining my fingers into his hair. “I hear a lot of talking and I’m not seeing—,”

Rage sat up on his knees, grabbed my pants and jerked them down my legs. The breath I was about to take sucked down my throat, before I could catch it, he’d stripped me out of my T-shirt.

“Holy Shit,” he mumbled, his eyes taking me in from lips to thighs. He trailed the tips of his fingers over the flat surface of my stomach, dipping between each line of my abs, and then back up to the cups of my bra. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

I didn’t speak because I couldn’t. The way he watched me was animalistic and raw. No sham crossed his face and no hesitation either. “I’ve been aching to see you like this since that first day.” He brushed two fingers against my forehead, swiping my hair from my eyes. “My guardian angel. You saved me.”

I had. I had saved his life. It didn’t matter whether I had or not because there was something strong and foreign drawing me to him. Rage met my gaze, his eyes heavy with lust, before lowering his mouth to mine. “I’ve never wanted anybody so bad in my life.”

“Me either,” I rasped out.

Rage closed his eyes, dipped his hand low and slid my panties to the side, his index finger ran slowly along my slick cleft. I moaned, loudly, shamelessly. There wasn’t anything keeping us from one another. The promise he’d made had slowly drifted off to space.

Rage groaned. “You’re so wet, Angel.”

He claimed my mouth, tracing slow steady circles around my clitoris. The rough texture of his finger pushed me closer to the edge, and he hadn’t even taken his jeans off yet. 

My trembling fingers twined with his hair. I tried to stifle a cry of pleasure at the vast difference of our skin. I’d never been touched so perfectly or been so turned on. “Please,” I moaned into his mouth.

I could taste the smile on his lips.  “You’re gonna get it,” he cooed. “But I’ve got to taste your first.”

I felt the emptiness when he pulled back, but I was quickly turned over on my stomach and positioned with my ass in the air. “Oh, sweet mother—,” he whispered, his hand tracing the line of my ass. “Spread your legs wider.”

I obeyed, feeling exposed but too turned on to give a damn. His voice was undeniably sensual, it dripped with desire, with sex appeal. “Goddamn.” Not being able to see him only intensified each touch of his palm, and then the feel of his mouth against my ass. “You have an amazing ass. I’ve been dying to touch it.”

Nothing was making sense. All I could focus on was his hot breath against my entrance. “Hang on tight, Champ. I’m gonna make you feel good.”

Something about the deep drop in his voice told me he was serious. I clung tight to the comforter below us, right before he pushed his mouth into me. A blissful cry left my throat. He’d just put his mouth there, and I’d already been pushed to the edge. He sucked me into his mouth, his palms braced on each side of my hips. I felt so dizzy and ashamed that he’d only just licked me and I felt undone. When he nipped my clit, I gasped and dropped my ass to the bed. Rage grabbed my hips, lifted me up and dipped his mouth toward my ear. “Stop squirming, baby. I’m not gonna ask you again.”

Screwing my eyes shut, I waited for him to lick me, waited for the sensation against me. Suddenly, I felt his lips blowing against my entrance, then he shoved his finger into me. I flew over the edge quicker than I’d ever fallen before.

A loud moan left my mouth like an unattainable river from my lips. My back arched, I buried my head into the mattress. “Holy fuck,” I whimpered, ashamed at the weakness in my own fucking voice. But there wasn’t any stopping it. He was in complete control, and my entire body craved it like an addiction.

A low chuckle vibrated from his chest against my back. “Did that feel good?”

I kept my head in the pillow, praying he didn’t feel me shivering beneath him. I’d never come like that before—ever. Not that I was going to tell him that. Rage gripped my hips and turned me around to face him. He still wore his jeans but the evidence of what he was going to give me was … large.

“Look at me, Neveah,” he rasped.

Lifting my gaze, I meet his dark eyes, and my sex clenched tighter. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, lowering himself on top of me. With one elbow beside my head, he leaned down and brushed the softest kiss against my jaw.

Something fluttered inside of me so deep and heavy. “You taste so good. I could go down there again and eat you raw.”

The harshness of his words skyrocketed in-between my legs. “No,” I clung to his shoulders. “No more. I want this.” I reached forward and ran my hand against his length.

Rage stared back at me, a look I couldn’t pinpoint on his face. “Lay back.”

I lowered to the pillow and watched carefully as he crawled on top of me. He was stellar. His movements were careful and slow but achingly graceful. “I’m breaking my promise right now.”

“You’ve got to be—,”

He silenced me with his hips, and dared me to say it. I didn’t.
Dammit.

“Hear me out. I’m breaking my promise right now. But I want you to know that it’s for a good reason.”

I couldn’t help but lift a brow. “And what would that reason be?”

Rage grinned, a devilish look on his face. “Because after we get a good taste of each other, there won’t be any turning back. You’ll be mine, just like I’ll be yours. I sense it.”

A giggle left my throat before I could stop it.

Rage narrowed his gaze, and lowered his face closer, his mouth only a hairbreadths away. “Something funny?”

I shrugged but ended up shaking my head. “Nothing.”

The corner of his mouth twitched in a smile. “We’ll see, Angel. Bring me your mouth.”

Rage met my lips, and I insanity melted. His tongue danced inside of my mouth, sucking for the briefest of seconds before biting my lower lip. He groaned, sat upright and shrugged out of his jeans. He hooked a finger into the elastic of his underwear and drug them down his thick thighs and then off his feet.

Sweet Lord
. I felt so small underneath him, heaving and staring at me. I followed the movement of his hand as he wrapped his palm around his dick and stroked three times. Heath would have never been so blunt with me, so talkative and hungry.

This was the entire male package hovering over me. Everything he did oozed sex, strong and dominant. He
was
a demi-god. He reached over to the bedside table and pulled out one spare condom.

“Was that already in here? If that’s my dad’s you probably want to throw it away. It’s ancient, most likely.”

Rage chuckled and shook his head. “No, it’s mine. It was the one thing I had in my wallet besides my fake ID.”

Watching him rip the package with his teeth, I asked, “Were you planning to get lucky the night it happened?”

A smile curled up his lips. “It’s been—
awhile
and I was just being prepared. Are you complaining? Because this thing is giving you what I want.”

It’d been a while? I wanted to ask how long a while is. But it’d only been a few weeks for me with Heath. 

Rage shifted my thoughts when he pressed his cock against my entrance. “You’re so slick and ready,” he whispered. “No going back.”

No, please no going back.
I gripped his shoulders, urging him with my hips to hurry. “Please, fuck me. I’ve been waiting for this. Just do it.” There was no embarrassment in my plea. I didn’t care how desperate I looked because I was
that
desperate.

Rage groaned and shoved himself inside in one fluid motion. A cry broke from my throat, and tears pooled in my eyes. Rage leaned up, palmed my hips and pulled me back onto his thighs, filling me full again. “Holy shit,” I clutched the covers.

“Oh, Champ,” he gritted through his teeth. “You are so goddamn tight.” I would have been—hell, Heath wasn’t anything compared to him, and I’d been with him for the last two years of my life.

Who the hell is Heath again?

He rocked backwards and then slammed forward. “So goddamn tight,” he chuckled. “I’ve been missing this for two damn weeks.” He clutched my hips tighter. “I’m going to rip you apart.”

And there was no denying the truth in it. I felt it. A side of me that I didn’t know existed flared red on the inside. I didn’t just wanted him—I needed this strong of a man. I needed someone to lean on that was stronger than me.

The sound of our thighs clapping together brought me back to the heavenly high I’d sank into. I could feel each thrusts inch deeper and hit harder. “Sweet Mary,” Rage rasped, his eyes lowering to where our bodies met.

The rough feeling of his thumb against my clit sent me over the edge. I cried out for the second time, not caring that my voice echoed against the cabin walls. “Yes,” I screamed, shamelessly.

When I crashed into a deep orgasm, Rage lowered his mouth and molded it against my own, swallowing the cry of pleasure surfacing. My eyes drifted shut, and my back arched. “Look at me,” he groaned. “Don’t close your eyes.”

With force, I opened my eyes and watched him watch me crash down from the highest place I’d ever been. Both hands palmed my hips and he pumped harder into me than before. A look of uncontrollable pleasure etched his face, and he hit harder, digging his fingers into my skin. “So sweet,” he whispered over and over again.

Tears slid down the corners of my eyes, a silent plea for more stuck in my throat. The veins in his neck pulsed with each thrust, his eyes traced every curve of my shivering body beneath him. “One more,” he whispered. “Come one more time for me, baby.”

Another time? Three? Three times?
My vision blurred and lust hammered into my veins. I whimpered, knowing that he’d bring me up again, and give me everything that I’d been asking for since the first day I saw him.

Rage smiled, dipped his head and bit my neck. Stars danced across my vision, a scorching sensation built in my lower stomach. “There is something so addicting about you,” he whispered, rocking his hips slower, drawing out every inch he fed right back to me. “Something about the way you move. Your walk, your eyes, those legs.” He dropped his forehead to my own. “I wanted you the first day in the woods. When I made the promise, there was something in the back of my head that told me to just leave. Because I crave you,” he whispered, grazing his teeth along my neck.

Oh, God.
I clutched his shoulders, pressed my head back and let everything release. Shivers ran along my arms and back down to my hips. Rage’s wide-eyes dilated, his mouth parted in anticipation. Nothing was held back. I dug my heels into the bed, and my fingers into his hair. “That’s it,” he said. “Just like that.”

When I came back down with heavy lids, I watched as Rage dug deeper and groaned out shortly after. He kissed up my body to my mouth before he pulled me to his chest, and my eyes drifted shut from exhaustion.