Redeemed (Dirty Air 4)

I smirk. “Bossy.”

“I’ll show you bossy. Kneel down before your queen, or else I’ll get the job done myself.”

I shake my head and lower myself down to the ground. Chloe gasps as I trail kisses up the inner part of her thigh. My tongue traces the place I’m dying to taste, and Chloe’s body jolts against the mattress. I switch between sucking on her clit and teasing her entrance.

I obsess over the noises Chloe makes. Every gasp, every moan, every damn sigh coming out of her mouth fuels the monster inside of me. She groans my name as her hands fist the sheets above her head. Her sighs become an anthem in my head I want to replay again and again.

My head grows cloudy as Chloe becomes more desperate for her release. She grinds against my face, and I smile. Her patience fades, and my confidence skyrockets as she latches onto my hair. There’s a bite of pain, and I repay it by a hard suck on her clit.

Her body tenses and her toes curl as another breathy sigh escapes her. She comes apart as I lick her arousal away in tortuous circles, not stopping until her body relaxes under me.

This is something I could become addicted to. Fuck, what am I saying? I am addicted to her.

I don’t know why I was so worried about kneeling. Chloe is incoherent as I speed through the process of rising from the floor.

“Roll to the center of the bed.” I call over my shoulder as I roll the condom down my shaft.

Chloe follows my command. I get on the bed and crawl over her body. Her hand pressing against my shoulder stops me.

“Do you trust me?” She stares up at me.

Do I? I can’t imagine having any reason not

to. She’s stood by me for months, supporting me at some of my lowest points. If there is anyone I should trust, it’s her.

My throat tightens as I nod my head.

“Will you take it off then?” She looks down at my prosthetic.

“Take it off?” My voice is nothing but a whisper in the dark. Can I do that? Do I even want to?

“I promise it doesn’t matter to me if you’re missing a leg, or an arm, or anything else. It doesn’t define the person you are.” She places her palm against my heart. “This does. And you happen to have one of the prettiest ones.”

My heart rate picks up speed as I look down at the one thing holding me back. Sex is supposed to be the most intimate two people can be, but this feels like more.

The last time was nothing short of a disaster, and I worry tonight might be similar.

But this is Chloe.

“You’re beautiful to me no matter what. It doesn’t matter,” she whispers in a husky voice as she places her palm against my cheek.

“Beautiful?” My smirk wobbles.

“Don’t let it go to your head.” She rolls her eyes while smiling.

Something about her wipes away the fear threatening to take control.

I can do this for her.

I can do this for me.

I roll over and sit, giving her my back. With shaky fingers, I press the pin located at the bottom of my prosthetic. It slides off with ease and lands on the floor. The sock comes off next, and I place it on the nightstand.

This is it. This is the last thing in my way.

Using the strength in my arms and my one good leg, I move back over her body. The smile Chloe shoots up at me has my chest tightening. Not because of nerves, but because she truly is happy to be with me.

Shit. I never thought someone would look at me like that because of my leg.