Page 19 of Silverproof Damsel

I looked down and hissed as shadowy hands rubbed down the inside of my thighs. Fiery lips touched, then drifted down my jawline. The multitude of sensations forced my eyes to close against the buffet of pleasure running through my frame.

“I want to feel you beneath me, Remington. To taste that sweet, delicious arousal you create for me as it coats my lips while you scream my name, coming undone for me. You want that too. Don’t you?” he questioned as his mouth hovered against mine. “Tell me to fuck you. Beg me to fuck you until you can’t think past the pleasure humming through your veins.”

A hand lifted, then gripped my jaw until I whimpered from the pressure being applied. Prying my eyelids apart, I gazed into an endless void of obsidian pits. Dark, inky lines stretched from his eyes, slowly flowing down his cheeks to meet with the vines of onyx below his neck.

It felt like Rhys had sprouted limbs, as each inch of my flesh felt electrified, coming alive from his touch. The warmth of hishands against my face told me they hadn’t moved. Still, I could feel his fingers gliding gently down my back.

I arched my spine as his touch slid to my hip, a shadowy thumb trailing over the bone as he teased me. Each place he touched, he lit a match, igniting an inferno of desire that refused to be extinguished by anyone other than him.

Air caught in my throat as his slow exploration continued until it paused at my apex. His shadowy fingers pinched my inner thighs, causing my lips to part as I gasped in shock from the pain he inflicted. It was the only invitation he needed. His mouth crashed against mine, consuming both mouth and mind, extinguishing any hesitation I had.

Rhys’ tongue entered my mouth, seeking and finding my tongue. Dueling against mine, he conquered me without me putting up much of a fight. His hand on the wall held his weight as his other slid down to my hip, lifting my skirt without argument.

My hands lifted, gripping his suit jacket like a lifeline. A single finger pushed through my center, forcing an animalistic growl to bubble up from his chest, only to be swallowed into my lungs. The hiss he expelled caused arousal to rush straight to my opening, begging him to fuck me until I was bruised from it.

As his mouth deserted my lips, he pressed his forehead against mine. Heavily hooded azure eyes held mine, searching them for an answer to his silent question. As if he were staring right into my soul. Rhys’ smile warned me that he’d found his reply there, written over my face. A single finger entered my core, which clamped down hungrily around it, demanding he give it more.

His heated breath caused a frenzy over my overheated flesh. Skilled, soft lips peppered kisses over my cheeks and forehead until he pulled back just far enough to enjoy the flush he’d created over my flesh. After he’d finished taking in how flustered I’d become, a cocky smirk played on his kiss swollen lips.

“Such a tight, messy cunt you offer me,” he crooned in a raspy, gravel filled tone.

“Holy . . .shit!”

“Bloody hell. I think it wants more. Is that it? Does it need to be stretched and filled until it aches?”

“Please,” I whimpered, unsure if I was asking for more or asking for mercy from him. If I were betting on it, I’d place money on the first choice.

My heartbeat thundered against my ribcage, threatening to break free and fly away. Each thrust of his finger made the white-hot ball of need in my center spread farther, as tiny jolts of pleasure slid straight to my swollen, needy clit.

Dark laughter whispered against my cheek from the amusement he made at my response. I didn’t care what he thought of me, so long as I was able to alleviate the throbbing in my clit.

Crooking his finger, he sank it deep inside of me, pumping it slowly in and out of my body. Then, he skillfully caressed the pad of his finger against the one spot that never failed to ignite every pleasure ending throughout my entire body.

A loud, lusty moan burst from my lips, echoing in my ears as my entire frame shook from the need to find release. My vision threatened to darken as he pushed another finger inside my aching, clenching core.

“Good girl,” he murmured as I began slowly riding his hand. “Such a good fucking girl. My girls so fucking wet and needy for me. Aren’t you? You need to be fucked so bad that I can smell it oozing from your pores.”

I pushed my face into his shoulder, but the hand that was not currently driving me to paradise gripped my throat. Forcing my head back, away from his shoulder, he created a tsking sound with his tongue.

“I want to hear those pretty noises you’re making for me, Love. I want to hear you scream when this messy cunt drips all over my hand. You want to come undone for me. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I begged, still unsure why I wasn’t stopping him. I knew I should. I knew he didn’t deserve me. But I couldn’t deny myself the pleasure he promised.

He studied the pleasure playing over my face before then, pressing his mouth against the curve of my throat, sucking the skin between his lips. Teeth teased against the flesh, even as his speed increased, fucking faster as he rumbled in approval.

“This pussy’s weeping with invitation to be fucked. Isn’t it?” When I failed to respond, he growled as his fingers scissored within my center. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I admitted through the tears pricking my eyes. Either from pleasure or shame, I didn’t know.

Without needing to be asked, I spread my thighs farther apart for him to have more access. Slowly, his thumb began to rub small circular patterns against my clit, threatening to send me shooting into the stars.

“How does something so cold burn so fucking hot?” he whispered against my flesh like ice water being dumped over my head.

A strangled cry built in my chest, then burst from my lips. I pushed against his chest, uncaring that I was moments away from combusting into tiny shards of pleasure. Hot tears stung behind my eyes, threatening to fall as shame burned hotter than Hades in July within me.

“Playing hard to get isn’t your strong suit, Remington,” he purred thickly, in a raspy tenor. “You and I both know you want this.”

“Fuck you, Van Helsing. I may need to get off, but you’re not the only dick in this town. If I want to get fucked, I’ll find someone who doesn’t hate me. You don’t fucking deserve me.”The moment the words left my lips, his eyes glazed over into pitch-black pits of darkness.

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