Page 121 of Double the Redemption

“I promised you nothing was going to happen to him, Naomi, and I meant it. I mean it now. He’s always going to be safe with me. So are you. Even when this is all over and you don’t have the cartel looking for you. Both of you will be safe with me no matter what else comes.”

She arched up off the bed, pressing her lips to his. “I know,” she breathed. “I know. When I was just checking on Asher, I knew it then. I felt it deep in my bones. He’s lying in his bed safe and content enough to sleep without nightmares because of you. Because you protected him. He loves you too, Ink. He looks to you, he respects you, and that’s not going to change.”

“I love him too, and I think of him as mine.”

She smiled. “I don’t want to leave after all this is done, Ink. I … I’m not going to say that I don’t want to do things that I haven’t been able to, or that it won’t mean we might look at things in the future for us, but I like it here. I like the club’s community and having the other women around to talk to. But mostly, I don’t want to leave you. I want to see what we can build together.”

Elation and relief.

He barely managed to keep his wits about him enough not to crush her as he lowered himself over her and took her mouth. He had to taste her to make her understand what she did to him.

What she’d given him.

Naomi moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.

Need, passion, and love were all mixed together. His cock hardened, and his desire was driving him hard to take her now. To cement this moment. To cement them.

He nearly groaned in relief when Naomi yanked her mouth from his and panted, “I need you now, Ink. Please. Now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. They were naked in seconds, and he shoved her legs as wide as he could to place his head and shoulders between them. “I need to taste you, baby. I need to taste this sweet pussy.” He didn’t wait for her answer, starved for her.

Her taste flooded his tongue, and her scent flooded his senses. Surrounded by her, he was pretty sure this was heaven. She was his paradise.

“Ink!” she cried, weaving her fingers through his hair and grinding her pussy against his mouth. “Fuck, yes, please, more,” she begged, panting as he fucked her with his tongue and sucked hard on her clit. Just the way she needed.

Her legs clamped his head, but he quickly pushed them away and thrust two fingers hard and deep inside her. Her low cries turned into low sobs as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he rasped, looking up at her. “Give it to me, dirty girl. Coat my face as you come. Drown me in it.” He drove back in, nipping and sucking at her clit until she shuddered and moaned his name.

He loved it when she came. She held nothing back.

When her orgasm finally subsided, he wiped his face on her inner thigh and crawled up her body, taking her mouth. She moaned, tasting herself on his tongue, her hands moving down to grip his cock. “Ink, please,” she begged against his mouth.

He groaned at the feel of her stroking. Her grip was just right, moving slowly like she wanted to drag out the pleasure. “That’s it, baby girl,” he rasped, arching into her hand. “Do you need my cock, Naomi? Do you need it inside you, making you feel so full?”

She moaned. “Yes, Ink. Yes, please.” Her grip tightened, and she snaked her other hand down to cup his balls and roll them in her palm.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he hissed, shuddering at the pleasure swamping him. “You need to release me, or I’m going to blow.”

“That would be hot. Maybe we should try that sometime.”

That was certainly not helping his control. “You want to be covered in my cum, do you, dirty girl?”

“I want to be covered in you.” Her thumb swept over the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum to coat him completely. “And I want to taste all of you too.”

Jesus Christ, this woman undid him.

He gripped her wrist, making her release him. “I’m going to enjoy every moment of that, baby girl, but right now, I need to be inside you. I need to make you mine.”

When he sank inside her, he’d never felt anything more right.

She was perfect.

She was his.

“Ink,” she gasped, and he pressed himself deeper, not giving her much time to adjust. He needed her too much. Needed to fill her up, mark her.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. But this isn’t going to be easy,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. “I need you too much.”