Page 107 of Redemption


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“I’m helping you relax,” he murmurs against my skin as he moves to my collarbone.

My breaths come in ragged pants, my body and my mind battling for dominance. I know we should stop, that we can’t go any further with all the people below us writhing on the dance floor, but my body doesn’t give a shit. I need Adrian to nudge the edge of my red bathing suit top to the side and wrap his lips around my nipple, almost as much as I need air to breathe.

“I have an idea.” I grin and reluctantly pull away from him, a plan already forming in my mind. A cool rush of air sweeps over me at the absence of his body pressed against mine, even with the sweltering sun beating down on me.

“Angel,” he warns and reaches out to grab my waist, hunger already darkening his gaze, but I move out of the way at the last moment and curl my finger towards me, silently motioning for him to follow me.

I don’t waste another moment, knowing he’ll be right on my heels, and I turn to make a beeline to the private changing rooms, exactly where we went that first day we met.

“Liv,” he growls, his chiseled arms wrapping around me just as I push open the door. We don’t miss a beat, and the second we’re through I turn in his arms, his lips crashing on mine in a searing kiss. I hurriedly lock the door behind us before he eases me back towards the vanity.

“Now this feels like deja vu.” I giggle against his lips, barely getting the words out before his mouth is on mine again.

He slides his hands down my back until he reaches the globes of my ass and squeezes them in his palms. The sharp pressure sends tendrils of lust shooting straight to my core. He doesn’t waste any time lifting me up onto the counter, and I hiss against his mouth at the sudden coolness of the marble against my heated skin.

Adrian takes the opportunity to delve his tongue between my lips, caressing mine in long, languid strokes. The heat that blazes through me washes away any of the discomfort I felt.

“I can’t wait to show you exactly what I would’ve done if we hadn’t been interrupted that day,” Adrian murmurs. He pulls away slowly and runs his heated gaze over my curves, sending my heart racing.

“I’m waiting here, God of Illusion,” I purr, placing my palms behind me and leaning back, letting him look his fill.

His lips pop open and he’s practically drooling at the thought of having me all to himself. “Well I guess I can’t leave my angel waiting, now can I?”

My head rolls back as he picks up where he left off on the dance floor, his lips trailing along my collarbone, placing light teasing kisses down between my breasts. His hands swiftly pull the material of my bikini top to the side, and a rush of cool air sweeps over them, teasing my nipples into peaks for him. His crystal gaze sparks with mischief as he looks up at me, the look itself sending a thrill up my spine.

He kisses his way over to one breast, not wasting the opportunity to taste every inch of my skin that he can, while he cups the other in his large palm, teasing the sensitive flesh.

I suck in a sharp breath, sweat beading on my skin as he sucks my nipple between his lips. He lightly rolls my other one between his fingers and I arch my back into the touch, loving the way he knows every inch of my body.

“Then I would’ve kissed down your stomach,” Adrian murmurs against my skin, the heat of his breath making my toes curl as he trails his lips lower.

A whimper slips from my lips at the loss of the delicious friction against my nipple, but he quickly rolls the other one between his finger and thumb, reminding me that he’s far from done with me.

My breaths come in ragged pants as I watch him get closer and closer to where my body craves his touch. My hips jerk closer to him involuntarily as his hands slide to the edge of my bikini bottoms. He draws light circles on my skin, just above the edges of the thin material, teasing me as he sinks to his knees.

My lips part and I’m about to plead for him to go faster, but he relents before I can get a word out. He slips the material down and I lift my hips off the counter slightly to help him ease them off me. He tugs them down my legs so slowly, I swear he’s trying to torture me.

“Adrian,” I groan, impatience lacing my tone as he takes his time.

He does love to watch me squirm.

I open my legs slightly, watching the moment his eyes lock on to my pussy, his teasing long forgotten as he tosses the bottoms across the room.

“Not fair,” he admonishes me, but a sly grin spreads across his lips as he grips my thighs. He tugs me closer to the edge, placing me in the perfect position as he kisses up the inside of my thigh, getting closer and closer to where my body demands his touch.

I wiggle myself closer to him, my ass nearly all the way off the counter at this point as I urge him on, desperately needing him. “Please, Adrian,” I beg, not above asking nicely for what I want.

“Please what, angel?” He chuckles, the throaty sounds teasing me even more as I imagine how it would feel pressed against me.

“Please put your mouth on me, Adrian.” I barely get the words out before his lips are wrapped around my clit and he sucks it into his mouth. A low moan slips from my lips as he switches to circling his tongue over it, loving the delicious friction against my sensitive nub.

He props one of my legs against his shoulder, while he holds the other, angling my hips perfectly. As he eases two fingers into me next, I can’t help but roll my hips against him as electricity thrums through my body. He curls his fingers, sending another shockwave through me as he hits that perfect spot.

“Adrian.” His name on my lips is like a prayer, begging him not to stop as he brings me closer and closer to the precipice. He’s determined to wrench every ounce of pleasure from my body, and he increases his pace, working his fingers inside me and his mouth on my clit in a perfect rhythm, lighting my body on fire.

A shuddered gasp escapes me, and my pussy clenches around his fingers, my body inches from hurtling over the edge. He swirls his tongue over my clit, and my hips jerk in response, the delicious fiction of his mouth against me the final piece of the puzzle as my orgasm slams into me. Warm waves of pleasure wash over me as he works me through my release, my core shuddering around him as he works me back up, my body practically begging for him to keep going.

But to my dismay, his fingers slip from me and he trails kisses back down my thigh, leaving me craving more of the delicious ecstasy he’s able to bring me.

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