Page 51 of Silverproof Damsel

My chest heaved rapidly with every lungful of air that escaped my swollen lips. Biting my lower lip, I felt something dripping down my inner thigh. Pretending as if I weren’t aware of what was occurring below, I suppressed a whimpered moan as Rhys’ smile turned wolfish.

Rhys’ eyes lowered to my mouth, then rose with a dangerous glint entering his regard. My heartbeat thundered in my chest,pounding violently against my ribcage as if it were trying to escape. As I stood silent, praying he didn’t realize what was currently trickling down my thigh, he released a dark, wicked sound that caused my insides to twist with ravenous need.

“I won’t lose,” I repeated, as if it were my new mantra. “I don’t want to lose,” slipped out on a needy whimper of sound.

“Don’t you?” Rhys lowered his nose to my shoulder and leisurely ran it back, stopping at my throat. In a raspy, sex filled tone, he stated. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m rather positive there’s proof of how much youdesireto lose painted in arousal on your inner thighs. Give me a moment to ensure I’m correct, Love.”

I wasn’t sure what I’d expected him to do. It sure hadn’t been for him to drop to his knees before me. Flabbergasted about what was unraveling, I swallowed back a whimper as a heated, feverish breath drifted against my sex deprived, drenched center.

A deep rumble of sound drifted up to my ears as his tongue snaked out, burning my thigh as it trailed upward, following the path back to the source. Instead of sliding through my center, his talented tongue moved to the other thigh, repeating the action. Once he’d ensured both were free of the proof of my arousal, he flicked his tongue out, taunting my clitoris.

Biting down on my lip, I attempted to prevent a wanton moan of pent up lust from escaping. The air left my lungs in quick, uneven, needy pants of air as his tongue drifted down, then glided through my melted core. The moment it pushed against my opening, my knees threatened to give out, leaving me in a heap of awkwardness on the floor.

Rhys’ hold on my legs tightened as though he’d felt and perceived my body weakening from his skillful, naughty attentiveness. The rumble of approval he emitted vibrated against my swollen lips.

It forced heated arousal to my entrance, as if my body pleaded for more from him. The entire time, he held my gaze prisoner. It was impossible to look away from the ravenous stare of approval sparkling as he lapped and caressed my pussy, as if it were a favorite dessert dish.

The moment he pushed his tongue past the opening of my sex, my hands slid from the small of my back, landing on his powerful shoulders. A bevy of colorful curse words crawled up my throat, each one seeking escape from my lungs.

“Jesus, rice and cheese crackers!” Was the only one to make it out, causing Rhys’ eyes to widen as he smothered laughter against my aching, clenching sex. Heat scorched over my chest, then slowly crept higher to burn my cheeks and the tips of my ears.

Rhys’ laughter tickled my need, vibrating against my clit as he flicked it several times before he rose to his towering height. Planting his palm against the wall beside my face, he smirked as he made a show of licking my glistening arousal from his luscious lips.

“I was correct. As I said, you are going to lose this fight. When you do, I’ll enjoy making you scream as I claim you as the spoils of war.” Sucking his full bottom lip between his teeth, he released it as his head tipped to the side. “Jesus, rice and cheese crackers?”

“I’m about to be a mother.” That explanation was all I offered him. I didn’t want Bullet to grow up with the colorful vocabulary words I’d been weaned on.

“You’re fucking adorable,” he whispered in a raspy tenor of sound. The intensity of his penetrating stare forced me to turn away from it. The moment I did, his hand collared my throat. Using his thumb pressed against my chin, he returned my focus to his softening features. “You’re going to be an amazing mother, Remington. I’ve questioned things about you. But I’ve neverquestioned that. I know you’ll be our child’s staunchest protector and advocate.”

Rhys’ words caused a heaviness to tighten inside my chest. Tears swam in my vision as he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. His tongue slid over the seam of my mouth, triggering my lips to open, granting permission to deepen the kiss. Rhys’ wicked rumble of laughter caused my eyes to open as he drew back, staring at me as his face darkened.

“Too easy, Love. Do try to offer me at least somewhat of a challenge before conceding in battle.” Stepping back, he watched the bevy of emotions playing out over my face.

How had he gotten past my defenses? Rhys didn’t even try hard before I melted in a puddle of wanton, ravenous need at his feet. My lips opened, then snapped shut as I stepped closer, sensing the thick, enticing scent clinging in the air between us.

“That’s cheating, Van Helsing!” He’d used incubus magic to glide past my defenses. My heartbeat thundered against my ribs as I fought to regain control of my senses.

Rhys’ smile jerked up at the corner of his mouth, spreading over his handsome face. The heat bubbling in azure, blue profundities vowed to overwhelm, then drown me beneath turbulent waves churning within them. Swallowing past the swelling in my throat, I analyzed the way his dark head tilted slightly to the left.

“You didn’t honestly think I’d play fair. Did you?” He studied my face briefly before a boisterous clap of laughter sounded through the narrow hallway. “Bloody hell. You did. Here’s a free lesson in warfare, Love.” Reaching for a wayward curl, he rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger before tucking it behind my ear. The same hand reached up, cupping my cheek tenderly.

“I don’t need lessons from you.”

“Don’t you? You do because you still think I’m your knight in shining fucking armor.” Dropping his hand, he smirkedwickedly. “The fact that you’ve placed me on a pedestal like I’m the hero of your tale is erroneous. You know I’m no Prince Charming, Remi. I’m a full-blooded incubus demon, one who plans to devour you until you’re nothing more than a captive to my desire. To have you naked beneath me, I’m willing to fight dirty.Filthy, even. I’ve not eaten since you left. A starving incubus demon does whatever it takes to ensnare its prey in its trap.”

I trembled from head to toe with his admission of not using a feeder to slake his carnal needs. It caused warmth to rush through me, encompassing my heart as hope blossomed inside of me.

How many nights had I lain awake alone on my bed, wondering if he was slaking his needs on another woman? Too many to count. I’d been afraid to sleep after entertaining the thought of him in the arms of another woman. Fear had a way of materializing nightmares of whatever thought filled the mind before dozing off. The few times I’d had night terrors of that unfolding, I’d woken up physically sick.

“Don’t think it had anything to do with you, Love. I assure you, it did not. I merely wanted to dine gluttonously on your pretty, ignored cunt when I captured you. Now, I merely need to disarm, claim, and mark you as mine. Once I have, you’ll do anything to ensure you’re the only sustenance I crave to consume. If you’re a good girl, I may feed you dick often.”

Why did I end up turned on when he was being a total prick? It was obvious to me that I had serious issues. I couldn’t even call them daddy issues since I couldn’t recall anything about my father. He’d told me to remember him, but I couldn’t recall anything other than the day he’d left. It was the only memory my mind recalled of the man who’d sired me.

Rhys’ dark head tipped forward as he studied my face briefly before the chirping of a phone ringing forced his focus to shift.Turning toward the bedroom, he sauntered back through the doorway, leaving me to stare at the spot he’d stood in seconds ago.

“Talk to me,” he ordered from inside the bedroom. Unbidden, I inched closer to the doorway. “That’s good.” I felt my heartbeat growing faster as I eavesdropped on the conversation. “No, post extra knights around the property lines. Call in Ian, Hunter, and Conrad. Inform them of what we’ve discovered and what their goal for Remington is. It should bring them running like stags wanting a cunt to rut in.” The sound of him rummaging through drawers caused my curiosity to arise.

I unwillingly inched toward the entrance of the bedroom, even as my brow furrowed with worry at being caught spying on his conversation.

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