Give Me a Reason (Redemption Hills 1)

Hard enough to make me yelp.

Everything fired.

Flashed with desire.

I arched into the feeling of it.

Everything. Everything.

I begged for more.

“Trent.”

My nails scratched into his back.

He softened, licked his tongue over my nipple that had pebbled up, so tight and tingly, and he pulled back to watch the action as he ran his thumb over the peak.

Nail raking it.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

“These tits. Perfection, baby. Knew it. Knew it the second I laid eyes on you. All of you. Every inch. Want to live in this body.”

He kept me pinned with that gaze as he slipped his hands farther down. He curled his right into my hip while the other slipped between us, his fingers rubbing at my center, pressing inside.

I was no longer writhing. I was rocking. Begging. Riding his hand in a desperation I didn’t know existed before Trent Lawson crashed into my life.

Chasing this feeling that grew and grew.

Pleasure.

The blinding kind.

The kind that would cause me to lose all control.

I was so ready to let it go.

“Do you want me again, Eden?” he grunted, that stormy stare unrelenting as he watched me. Tracing my expression. Waiting for a cue. He didn’t need one because he already knew all of them, anyway.

“Yes,” I whimpered when he shifted his fingers, hitting a spot that made my sight flicker at the edges. “Always. Forever.”

It might have been way too soon to say it, but it was the truth.

I was never going to stop wanting this man.

I could feel his penis twitch between us, and on instinct, I wrapped my hand around it, the fat head throbbing and dripping.

Trent groaned as I stroked him, my fist wrapped tight as I pumped his massive length, and I found myself leaning down to his mouth, my greedy tongue sweeping across his lips.

I dragged my teeth over the bottom one and bit down, as hard as he’d done to my nipple.

He’d said he liked it hard. I just hoped I wasn’t a fool aching to discover what that meant.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest when his bottom lip popped from my teeth. Sooty eyes turned to black, glittering crystal.

Feral.

Shivers raced, and my pulse thundered.

He wound his hand back in my hair. The words were low and curling through the room like a threat. “Ah, Kitten, you do like to play with fire. On your hands and knees.”

He had me flipped around before I could even process the command, on my hands and knees and facing the opposite end of the bed. Just off to the left was a giant mirror propped in the corner of his room, and my sight snagged on the reflection, my eyes wide as I took in the scene framed in gilded black metal.

My hair wild and my chest heaving.

My body bare, slicked with sweat, trembling with anticipation.

And I felt beautiful. Sexy and wanted in a way I’d never felt before.

Then I was trembling anew when Trent got to his knees from behind, that foreboding wraith covering me like a shroud. His body cut and chiseled, vibrating with want. Jerking with need.

He grabbed me by both hips, and his fierce stare found me through the mirror just as he was running both palms over my bottom.

Tattooed fingers squeezed and kneaded.

My heart ravaged my chest with jagged, uneven beats.

“Look at you, Eden. Fuckin’ fantasy, right here.”

I whimpered.

Ached.

Wanted.

He chuckled again, then he was dipping down to kiss a lusty path down my spine. Chills lifted in his wake and spread over the surface of my flesh.

Emotion scattered.

High and low and coming at me from every direction.

Standing at a precipice. Riding a razor-sharp edge as I waited for something brand new.

His name left me on a gasp when he used his hands to spread my bottom. He never slowed as his tongue stroked through the cleft of my ass, around my hole, before he licked down to my center.

Lapping.

Stroking.

Growling possession as he went.

My sight narrowed, fuzzy at the edges. The wave of pleasure that slammed me made me dizzy.

I whimpered and begged, rocking on my knees. “I need you.”

Trent eased back, enough that our eyes tangled in the mirror, and he was dragging his fingertips through my crease again before he was swirling the tips of two fingers around my ass.

Air rushed my throat, my lungs quivering, my thighs shaking as he started to put the barest pressure there.

My knees felt weak as I was struck with a flood of desire. Half terrified, half frantic.

A big hand splayed out across my lower back, pushing my chest closer to the mattress and jutting my bottom out. “Look at you,” he grunted, his voice a rough scrape across my skin.

A torch that flamed.

And I was sure this fire was going to consume us both when he started to press harder, as I whimpered and writhed and pulled away and pushed back, my hands fisting into the comforter as he slowly drove deeper.