BROKEN HOPE (Broken Redemption Book 2)

Chapter 33

Emilia

Meeting him halfway, our lips come together in a soft yet spine-tingling kiss that sets my insides ablaze. The need to be closer to him, to let him take me, own me, and sink himself deep inside of me spurs me to lick at the entrance of his mouth. The deep groan that resonates from his chest as he moves over me and takes over the kiss confirms my boldness had the desired effect.

Forcing me to submit, his hands position my head where he wants it, allowing him to deepen the kiss until I'm breathless and soaked with desire. Desperate to feel him, my hands move to unbutton his jeans, and within moments I've got his cock in my hands. With my thumb, I rub the pre-cum over the tip of the bulbous head, making him moan as he licks into my mouth with renewed urgency.

His desire is palpable and with every stroke of my hand, his breath catches in his chest. When he reaches under my shirt and palms my breast, I arch my back, needing more. Like he can read my mind, he sits up on his knees. Reaching up behind his neck, he pulls his shirt over his head in one swift pull. Needing to touch him I too sit up, getting up on my knees in front of him I boldly trace the firm line between the muscles of his chest, down the line between those washboard abs that call to be licked.

The way his hooded eyes follow my hands as they explore fuels my need to taste him. Leaning in, I take his mouth, nipping at his lower lip, before opening and allowing him to taste me. Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down the side of his face, then his neck, tangling my fingers in the back of his hair as I go back to stroking his hardness.

"Fuuuck," he hisses and his head falls back, like he's overcome by the overwhelming sensation.

Continuing the trail, my mouth travels down to the plane of his chest. Sucking, nibbling, then licking along the way until I reach his nipple. Sensually, I lick at the mound of tender flesh, before wrapping my lips around it and sucking until he groans. It's a deep vibration I feel all over my skin and I want so badly to hear it again.

Before I can do the same to the other side, he grabs my attention, pulling me away so he can help me take my blouse off. When he goes to help with my bra, I stop him. Shaking my head, I give him a teasing smile. I want him to watch me. No, I need to watch him, as he struggles to contain the urges that are made obvious by the way he struggles to hold still. Though he drops his hands to his sides, I don't miss the way they shake or the clenching of his fists, like he's struggling to maintain control.

Reaching behind me, I undo my bra, then slowly, in the sexiest way possible, I remove the lace fabric, allowing my heavy breasts to fall free. Like he's enthralled, his eyes move to my chest, taking in my body with lust and desire written all over his face. When he doesn't move, I reach for his hands, laying them upon my hard sensitive buds that tingle with the need to be touched. When he groans and squeezes in response, it's my turn to close my eyes as a whimper escapes my lips.

"God, you're beautiful." He kneads at my breasts, hissing when again, I reach for his hard cock and stroke him.

"Take off your pants, Lucas." I stop and pull back.

He takes a second to process what I've asked. By the time he moves to undress, I've already removed the rest of my clothes. Leaning back against the headboard, I allow my legs to fall open, exposing my center. His eyes immediately fall to the apex of my thighs, and the minute his gaze reaches my folds, I hiss when my insides contract in anticipation.

The pleasure he lavishes upon me with a mere look is extraordinary and shoots sparks of heat throughout my body. I want him to touch me. More than anything, I want him to take my body and use me for his pleasure until we're both left wanting yet longing for it to never end.