Page 49 of Silverproof Damsel

Holding my pussy apart, his tongue replaced his fingers as he fucked me with his mouth. The wet, lewd sounds of it collided with his growl of approval. Both threatened to send me hovering over the edge of the cliff he’d forced me to teeter on.

Rhys’ noises were primal, full of animalistic hunger that had my back arching for more. The wet noise of aroused, swollen flesh he ravished caused even more to rush to my entrance for him to consume.

Dark, playful laughter flooded the air around me as he turned his inflamed mouth loose on my clit. Fingers pushed inside my pussy, stretching it as they spread within me. Sweat beaded on my brow as his pace became faster, as if he feared I’d change my mind.

The moment I’d have flown over the precipice, Rhys’ fingers withdrew, leaving me bereft of his touch. Slowly, he climbed my trembling, needy frame until he loomed above me. I felt his thick, rounded need pressing against my opening.

“Are you sure this is what you want from me?” he asked with strain in his tone.

“Yes,” I said, nodding in agreement in case he’d mistaken my plea for anything else. “Fuck me, Van Helsing.” The voice escaping from my swollen throat wasn’t mine. It belonged to a skilled seductress, not me.

Rhys rocked his hips, causing his thick, lengthy cock to push against my entrance in a teasing manner. Frustration warred inside of me. Lifting one leg, then the other, I wrapped them around his waist before twisting his entire body beneath me.

It seated me on his cock, filling me painfully full. A whimper of shock burst from my lips. Dropping my head back, I slowly swiveled my hips. Fucking hell, he was blessed. So fucking blessed that it caused my walls to burn with how well he filled me.

His palms cupped my swollen, tender breasts as he tested the weight of them in his hands. Lifting his head, his skilled tongue found a hard, pebbled tip and flicked it purposely. Methodically, he sucked it as his tongue continued licking around it in a circular pattern, as if it were my clit.

Forcing my fingers through his silky, ink-colored tresses, I held him to my breast as I began rolling my hips to a steady beat of pleasure pounding inside my clit. Rhys’ hands landed on my hips, lifting and moving my body expertly as the orgasm sat just beyond my reach.

He released a moan from the arousal coating every inch of his cock. My whimpered cries became unintelligible as I felt myself falling over the cliff, but Rhys yanked me off his prick, then settled between my thighs smoothly.

“I like it when you sing your sweet noises. But I like it even more when you scream for me, Love.” Rhys thrust his hips, seating every delicious inch of his cock inside my core. My walls fluttered around him as pain and pleasure fought for control over my senses. “Such a good girl. You take me so fucking well.”

The pace he fucked me with was slow and gentle at first, but, with every moment, he grew crazed as he punished my insides. The reins he’d held on his control snapped. His hands gripped beneath my thighs, forcefully pushing my legs up and apart as he rose to his knees, thrusting at an unhinged speed.

“Rhys!” I cried as pleasure burst through me like a violent battle being waged. Drums of pleasure beat in my ears, deafening me to whatever he said. Explosions rocked through me, forcing tears to slide down my face.

Fireworks exploded, blinding me as pleasure rocked through my center, refusing to allow me to escape from the intense, mind-boggling explosion. One hand let go of my thigh, then pinched my clit, trapping me in the continuous waves of pleasure flowing through my body.

It felt as if the sea had swooped through calm waters, only to carry me adrift on endless, roiling white-capped waves. One after the other, each forcing me farther out to sea without reprieve from the storm growing unremitted with each rising swell of water. He was the gale force wind of the storm, raging brutally against my shores.

Without warning, he withdrew from my core, spinning me over onto my belly. Gripping my hips, he forced me onto my knees as his palm landed against my right cheek, punishingly.

“That’s for making me jealous of those bastards who got to be close to you in my absence.” His other hand slapped the left cheek. “That’s for being so fucking beautiful.” The one on the right side slid to my breast, then squeezed hard enough to force a whimper from my throat. “That’s for hiding from me. Hiding all these gorgeous changes to this luscious body.” The left hand slid up my spine, twisting in my hair as he forced me up, placing my back against his chest. “You’re exquisite. I can’t wait to see your belly grow with my child growing inside of you.”

Releasing my breast, the head of his cock drifted against the wetness between my thighs as he tugged my head back while he collared my throat.

“I’m going to ruin you until my name is the only one you know. The only name these pouty lips whisper in pleasure. You are mine, Remington. All mine.”

He entered me hard and fast, his hold on my throat steady, yet not cutting off oxygen to my lungs. This position allowed him to go deeper, causing throaty moans to burst from my lips. Rhys fucked me hard, yet slow enough that it forced me to feel just how deeply he was fucking me.

“I’ve missed how well your needy pussy clenches around my cock. How your tight, enchanting cunt squeezes so nicely around it as you prepare to come all over me. The way your tits swell, the strawberry-colored tips hardening as you whimper and moan for me. I want to fucking end you for making me crave you. Worse than that, I want to fucking stay right here, like this. Never permitting another being to see how fucking spellbinding and perfectly constructed you truly are.”

His hand on my throat vanished, then reappeared as his palm landed between my shoulder blades. Rhys forced my upper body down against the bed, then unleashed complete hell on my pussy. He hammered into my body until all I could do was accept what he gave me.

Like a possessed beast, he rutted into my core with unbridled ruthlessness. The sounds I made were inconsequential, thoughtless sounds. Tears streamed from my eyes, wetting the sheets beneath us. He fucked me with maddening, unhinged strength as he reminded me that I was his.

“Fucking hell, Love. You take all of me so fucking well. You’re such a good girl for me.” I wasn’t sure if the tears were from how overwhelming good it felt to be fucked by him or because myaching flesh was sore from how hard he was driving his engorged cock into my sensitive, ignored core.

I felt him tensing behind me as his hands moved to my hips, biting into them. A strangled growl escaped and tore free as his release flooded my core. Releasing his hold on my hips, he placed a hand on my throat, using it to flip me over onto my back without hurting me. The moment I was beneath his dominating frame, he slapped his palms down onto the mattress beside my head, staring down at me with pitch-black, ravenous eyes.

I felt his cock hardening, growing within me. Worry slowly crawled up my chest as his enclosed fists wrapped around my throat. A merciless smile played over his full, wicked lips. Leaning down, he nipped my bottom lip achingly, then forced them to open, pushing his tongue between them to flick against mine, coaxing me to open for his hard, demanding kiss.

Rhys pulled back, then smiled smugly at finding my eyelids heavy with lust. The bastard had left me panting from the intensity of his kiss. His face darkened with desire when I rocked my hips, encouraging him to use me more. I craved the exhaustion he’s always left me in. Ensuring I was always fucked until I was a mess left ruined on his sheets.

“Let’s see how well this needy cunt of yours takes me now, Silversmith. Is your lust and appetite to be fed cock satisfied yet? I bet you’d be a good girl and take every fucking inch I offered without complaint. Wouldn’t you? Be a good girl and let me hear you scream my name until you’re hoarse and can’t scream anymore. I want you to feel me as I engrave my name into your fucking soul, Love.”

He hadn’t been asking for permission. He ensured I was so completely fucked that I couldn’t think beyond every thrust. Every hard, earth-shattering kiss. Each time he pulled out, then shoved in even deeper than before.

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