Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line #4)(29)

Ailish heard herself moaning and didn’t bother trying to stop. Nothing had ever felt this good. So good, she was begging him to stop in order for her to savor it, this moment before her own touch was no longer satisfying. This is what she’d been craving without even realizing. “Oh God…I’m going to…”

With a guttural sound, Henrik hooked his forearms beneath her thighs and lifted Ailish’s lower half into the air. His mouth never stopped nipping, licking, devouring. His beard scraped along her inner thighs with every flexing of his jaw, and Ailish mentally checked out, became nothing more than a vessel for pleasure that was about to shatter from exceeding maximum capacity.

“Oh…oh, Henrik…yes.”

She peaked while her legs were suspended in midair, which gave her no anchor, save the unbelievable mouth sucking at her clit. Tremors sizzled down both sides of her body, meeting in the middle. Her knees slipped down to Henrik’s chest, both of her ankles held in a death grip. So powerful, this man. She could only withstand—it was her sole purpose at that moment. To survive the most intoxicating pleasure she’d ever experienced.

At least, until Henrik flipped Ailish onto her back, threw her ankles over his shoulders and made her experience it again. And again.

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Henrik needed to stop licking Ailish’s * sometime today, but Christ, the girl tasted sweet and fresh. Her thighs hugged both sides of his face as he took another drag of perfection, felt a little aftershock shiver through her stomach. Never want to stop. His hands shared the sentiment, kneading any and all flesh he could find. Her thighs, her scalp, her shoulders…that ass. He could make her come one more time. Just one more.

“No more,” Ailish whimpered, her narrow hips twisting under his grip. “Please…you need me…let me.”

You need me. God, no exaggeration there. He’d driven a hundred miles an hour to get near Ailish this morning, all the while hating himself for bringing the stain of Chicago along with him. Where he’d been last night, the man he’d interacted with…that shit had no business in her orbit. At the same time, though, he’d needed to see Ailish to get clean again. Needed to see her and acknowledge that she hadn’t been returned to her father, simply by virtue of the possibility being voiced. No way in this life he would let that happen.

“Henrik,” Ailish screamed, thighs clenching so tight he could barely hear that beautiful sound leaving her mouth. His goddamn name. Yes. She was coming again and Henrik lapped at the dampness like a dirty dog that hadn’t been given water in weeks. So good. So good. Slippery and warm and smooth and his.

This time, when she pushed his face away with her hands, Henrik went, sinking back on his heels. As she sat up on the bed and pushed messy red hair out of her face, Henrik had to restrain himself from diving back on top of her to get his tongue in that *. God, he was f*cking addicted. A certified Ailish addict. He actually might have tried to convince her to lie back and take more of his mouth, if his dick wasn’t throbbing like a motherf*cker against his thigh.

As if she’d read his mind, those hazel eyes glassed up, her lips seeming to go puffy under his regard. Lord, he shouldn’t have come to her so damn hungry. His already-potent drive was amplified after last night’s unfulfilling fight, after the frustration of being on a deadline to figure out how to keep her protected. She looked like a sacrifice waiting for him to pillage, and shit, he wanted to. His lust had been penned in like a zoo animal and now it stalked, back and forth.

“Lie on your stomach,” Henrik half shouted, before taking a deep breath and repeating the order in a calmer manner. Bring it down a notch. Or maybe ten notches would be better. Henrik looped a hand around his cock and stood, watching Ailish crawl forward and arrange herself facedown on the bed. Without a verbal warning, he curled his hands beneath her arms and dragged her forward, bringing her face even with the edge. His heart was being beat with a mallet and bouncing back with twice the strength, just looking at her taut backside, the slightness of her form, the proximity of her mouth to his ready dick. The urge to overpower and take was fierce, but he battled it back and focused on her eyes. “I haven’t been with anyone since that day in the park, Ailish.”

Henrik didn’t realize he’d said the words out loud until Ailish’s expression changed, went soft, before sliding right back into aroused. She liked hearing he hadn’t been with anyone and hell, didn’t that make up for showing a portion of his hand? Damn straight it did. Her hips writhed on the bed, cheeks gone pink. The girl looked ready to mouth-f*ck him into another time zone.

“You going to give me a nice ride on that tongue, baby?”

Mischief lurking in her gaze, Ailish nodded, one hand reaching out to tug his legs closer. No sooner had his knees bumped the bed frame than Ailish surrounded his cock with wet heat. Oh God. Henrik ordered his body to keep him upright. Ailish had never been intimate this way with a man—he could tell by the way she explored—and Jesus, that made his balls tighten like nobody’s business. Her mouth was virgin territory, and the first taste would always be him, no matter what. Mine. My mouth.

At first, she seemed fascinated with the head of his dick, the ridges, how they felt gliding over her tongue. Henrik was more than okay with that, because as soon as she took him deeper and those lips expanded to accommodate his girth, it would be a too-quick road to relief—