Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1

... him. They could be lurking beneath, waiting to drag him back to Hell. A shudder went through him. It was stupid of him to think that way because Devon had the entire envirolevel telepathically sealed. Nothing could penetrate his demon brother’s wall of power. He needed to wash. His mouth tasted like puke and his hair was sticky with it too. He was sitting by the edge of the lake. Rayne made her way carefully toward him. Excitement welled within her seeing him finally awake. For the past months, he’d been catatonic, but a few days ago, Angel had told her that they’d managed to rouse him. She stopped with a gasp when she saw a column of water rise from the lake to pour over him. He held her transfixed as he bathed beneath the falling water. Long fingers raked through the fall of blond hair that reached his ass. She knew when it was dry the ends curled delicately and shimmered in a fascinating array of blond streaks, from the palest white to golden brown. He turned to look at her over his shoulder. His eyes were ice blue, tilted up at the edges like a cat with long dark lashes framing them. Almost too beautiful to be a man. Rayne licked her lips, a habit she had when she was nervous. She frowned when he stood slowly, noting how pronounced his hipbones and ribs were. Why was he starving himself? He stood proud, water still sluicing down his body, his eyes riveted to hers. Rayne gulped, averting her gaze to look down at her feet. It was instinct, a lesson beat into her from ...

... childhood. Trembling, she approached him. Master Zak had forbidden her to kneel at any man’s feet, but this was her real Master. The one who’d freed her from the glass coffin. A riot of emotions filled her when she pressed her forehead to his feet. Joy, fear, comfort, desperation, loneliness, need—so much need—to be accepted once more by him. She began kissing his feet, up his ankles, calves and thighs until she came to the hand that covered his sex. Confused, she dared peer up at his countenance. His eyes had darkened and his lips were parted. He had such a beautiful mouth. “What are you doing?” he asked, voice thick, raspy. It made her feel a strange tingling in her breasts and between her legs. Ducking her head again, she answered shyly, “Master, this lowly slave shows Master how much she adores him, Master.” He was silent a moment and she held her breath. “I have no slave,” he growled out. Rayne hunched her shoulders and resisted throwing her arms around his legs to cry and beg. “Master, th-this one begs for Master’s ownership. This one would do anything, Master.” “Anything?” Hope soared through her. Clasping her hands together in supplication, she peered up at him again. “Yes Master, anything, Master,” she declared unable to control the hitch in her voice. He frowned. “Get up.” Rayne rose as gracefully as she could on shaking legs. She came up to the middle of his chest and swallowed hard when he continued to frown down at her. “Damn. What are you? Like five-foot-five?” She ...