Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line #4)(70)

Each time he managed to sink the full way inside, she made this gasping hiccup sound and it was driving him out of his mind. It blew around his head like leaves in the wind, echoing louder with every revolution. “Henrik,” she sobbed. “Don’t…I can feel you’re holding back. Don’t.”

Was he? Yes. Yes, dammit. He was so used to keeping himself in check, he didn’t even know what it felt like to let himself go. “I want to go harder. I need to. Need to make that * sore, then soothe it with some hot come. Need to make you a slave to this dick. You want that, Lish?” His pace kicked up a notch. “You giving your man a tight little place to spill himself, no matter how mean he gets?”

Ailish’s breath whooshed out near Henrik’s ear when he pushed her down onto the carpet, the elbows she’d been using to prop herself up now pointing out at her sides. Henrik slid his arm down from beneath her belly to jerk her hips up—just her hips—into his groin area as he continued driving between her thighs. With her cheek flush with the carpet, he could see her profile. The red staining her cheeks, the little O her cock-tease mouth formed. Pinned. Being taken. Watching her fingernails dig into the carpet, while the sound of his balls slapping her flesh played like an erotic overture in the room. He was growling into her neck, the sight of her tits jiggling in sync with his thrusts driving him high, so f*cking high. Mine. My woman. My body to pleasure myself with. My woman to orgasm as I see fit. Mine. All for me. All for her.

Henrik vacillated between lust and love, ownership and wanting to be owned. Until those two heavy sides meshed together and fell over him like a net. “I couldn’t let them take you away from me, Ailish. I was already in love with you. I was already your man in the park. And they wanted to put you away. No. No. I wouldn’t…I couldn’t ever let it happen, baby. I need you.”

God, if he’d thought simply explaining his actions was a weight off his shoulders, telling Ailish he loved her was like digging his way free from a pitch-black ditch into the sunlight. He’d never admitted it to himself before now, but somewhere in between that chance meeting with her in the park and now, he’d let himself fall. He was still falling, though, reaching out for a precipice to grab on to. Ailish. It was her. Always her. With a gritted curse, Henrik pulled out of the perfection between her legs, flipped her onto her back, and f*cked into her again.

While muffling her screams with his mouth, Henrik gave her the full weight of his hips, his cock, pressing her down into the ground. “Look up here. Look at me, Lish. I want to make sure you know I mean what I say.” Still pushing deep into the heaven of her *, he fell forward onto his elbows, capturing the sides of her face with his hands, kissing her with tongue. “I’m in love with you. This is how I show it.” He slid his cock out halfway, then bucked forward. Back and forward. Stealing her little whimpers with his lips. “I show it by killing anyone who tries to hurt you. And trying to fill you up…the way you make me feel so damn full. Just in a different way. Understand me?

“Yes,” Ailish whispered unevenly, stroking his cheekbones with her thumbs. “Yes, I understand you. Show me anyway.”

As Ailish said the words, she locked her ankles behind his back, but Henrik shook his head, telling her without vocalizing that he needed more. “Over my shoulders, baby. You’re going to get a deep f*cking.”

Those sweet pink lips of hers fell open as she complied with his order. With what looked like very little effort, she bent her body in half, her ankles meeting in a crisscross behind his head. “Like this?” she breathed.

Henrik tested the new angle and hissed out a breath at the incredibly narrow space he had to work with. The wet friction. “Goddammit, you’re a flexible little thing, too. Aren’t you?” She clenched her inner walls around him, forcing him to stop and regroup, lest he climax before she got hers. “It’s going to be a while before we go out in public, Ailish. Or somewhere I can’t get you in a dark corner to take my cock. I’m a f*cking fiend for this *.”

“Good—” Her response broke off into a closemouthed scream as Henrik braced his hands on the ground, her ankles on either side of his head. And essentially began executing push-ups. Up and down. Lowering his dick into the squeeze of flesh between her thighs and drawing back out. Again and again. With each push-up, Henrik became more forceful until their sweaty flesh was slapping against each other slapslapslap. “Oh my God,” she choked out, her head tossing side to side on the ground. “I’m…I’m coming. I’m coming.”

As if he couldn’t feel it. When her core tightened up and started to shudder around his pained flesh, Henrik had to push extra hard to go deep. It spelled the end for him, an end so goddamn fulfilling, his hearing cut out before returning amplified. “Fuck. Fuck. Me, too. Spread your legs for it.” He didn’t wait for Ailish to comply, grasping both ankles tensed up on his shoulders and yanking them wide, delivering his final pump on a growl, teeth bared against her ear. “You feel it all?” He heaved the words, his body convulsing. “My body wants to make you pregnant, baby. I do. And I will. You feel it?”

Her answering nod was vigorous, sweat dripping down her temples as her own orgasm continued to sweep through her body, milking him in the process. As drained as he felt when his climax passed, Henrik forced his eyes to stay open. To watch her. She’d invited him to clear his head by making love to her—and Henrik could admit it had worked, but well beyond what Ailish had likely intended. As he looked down at the beautiful woman with a matching heart beneath him, he could see his future. Their future.