Page 18 of Silverproof Damsel

Fire had always hypnotized me. The colorful flames hypnotized my mind, holding it prisoner as it crackled. The noise of it creaking or cracking the wood was musical to my senses.

“Rest, then feel free to explore if you want. The pool is heated if you’re so inclined to take a dip. The outside fires burn all night long. A reminder to the Van Helsings that we do not fear theflames.” With that, she spun on her heel, leaving the chamber without a backward glance.

Once the door closed behind Winnie, I leaned back against the pillows stacked behind me. The longer I stared into the swaying flames, the more my eyelids weighed. With my head on the pillows, I sensed sleep’s pull overcoming my resistance.

A cold, bitter breeze drifted over my flesh, forcing my eyes to pry apart. The skin on my forehead furrowed as I slowly sat up, surveying my surroundings warily. Colorful stained glass exposed the full moon shining through it brightly.

“What the hell?” I whispered through trembling lips as I forced myself up from the chilly floor I’d awoken on.

The cathedral was in a state of ruin. Pews had been tipped over or broken. Tall candelabras held half melted candles, their flames swaying with the slight breeze drifting through the holy place’s main chamber.

As I rotated in a tight circle, the hair on my nape rose as the sensation of being watched crept down my spine. My lips were dry, and the urge to run away began in the pit of my stomach.

In the furthest corner from me, soaring pillars swept up to the arched ceiling. Between them, double doors had been perched open to reveal the darkness outside of the cathedral. From the corner of my eye, I caught movement beside me.

The moment I spun around to discover what had moved, a hand shot out, cradling my cheek as his thumb swept over my quivering lips.

“Hello, Love,” Rhys said in a honeyed whisky tone. “You kept me waiting. Now, I intend to make you regret doing so. Tell me, are you going to be a good girl or my unwilling prey? Either way works for me. In fact, why don’t you choose which you’ll be tonight for me.”

Chapter Eight

Hypnoticazureeyesheldmine captive, circulating ice-cold fright shooting through my veins. The heat of his touch issued tingling straight to the pit of my churning abdomen. It felt like butterflies were fighting for room or battling to escape. My brain, on the other hand, screamed at me to haul ass away from the angry demon. The intensity blazing in his glare caused my nipples to harden as his mouth lowered, pressing lips against my ear.

“You are such pretty fucking prey. Aren’t you?” The honeyed texture in his voice forced my thighs to press together, craving friction. Rhys’ heated breath fanned against the delicate skin below my ear.

“Oh . . . my . . .gods,” I murmured breathlessly, fighting the tightening in my lower abdomen as need blossomed for the cruel, heartless bastard.

“I can smell your need to be fucked. Is your pussy wet for me, Love?” A shiver started at the base of my skull, slowly vibrating down the length of my spine.

“Rhys . . .” My voice escaped huskily, flooded with pent up need. I raised my hand, placing it over his as he cradled my cheek. “Why did you bring me here?”

“To hunt you down and devour your fucking soul. Why else would I bring you here?”

The wolfish smile he pegged me with wasn’t the least bit friendly.

It was a warning.

One Ishould’velistened to.

“You’re in my world now. No worry of harming you or the baby you carry. Here, I can play with you as roughly as I wish to, without hurting your dainty, breakable body.” As if he enjoyed the arousal his dominating presence created, he continued.

Without warning, Rhys shoved me back, slamming me into the wall of the cathedral. His hand dropped from my face, colliding against the wall beside my head. He pressed his knee against my center, forcing a whimper from my lips.

My heartbeat pounded like a drum to an erotic tempo only it knew. Blood rushed to my head, causing it to spin with his nearness. His mouth pressed against my ear, and his teeth teased the tender lobe.

“Such a needy fucking thing.” The huskiness of his tone revealed Rhys was no more immune than I to being this close to one another.

Images of our bodies tangled in sheets, writhing naked together, slowly began flooding into my mind. Our bodies moved at a brutally savage pace of his choosing. I unravel in pleasurable waves of dangerously addictive ecstasy. The sensation of him stretching me open as he thrust hard and evenly into my body, brutally, was everything. The images he currently spoon-fed my mind were addictive. Intoxicating.

“Is that what you need right now from me? To be savaged until your delicate flesh aches from being used?” Fevered breathdrifted over my throat, promising to leave me in a pile of sated flesh on the floor. “Is your pretty cunt in need of being fucked?”

“N-n-no!” It was an outright lie.

There was no way I’d admit how much I craved for him to ruin me. To take what I was too angry to give him. Rather fucked up, but I had needs that hadn’t been satisfied in entirely too long. Maybe it was the hormone overload, but I knew it wasn’t.

I missed his powerful, controlling hands biting into my flesh. I missed his sinful mouth devouring my pussy as if it were the finest dessert he had ever experienced, never able to get enough.

The image playing in my head transformed into something else. It ripped a wanton moan from my kiss swollen lips. Rhys was between my thighs, his devilish mouth devouring my pussy like a crazed beast. Even as the scene played in a vivid, debauched depiction, ghostly fingers teased my suddenly naked thighs.

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