Page 57 of Silverproof Damsel

“What did it look like outside?”

A shy smile played on my lips as I turned, studying him from beneath my lashes. “Dark.”

“Just dark?” His eyebrow shot up on his forehead as he asked the question.

“Of course not. I’ve got more imagination than that,” I scoffed, yet uncertain I wanted to elaborate more on my vision for him. Leaning his dark head back, he turned to study me with a curious look on his face. I couldn’t pinpoint what emotion it was, but it tugged at my heartstrings.

“That’s all I get? Dark.”

I wasn’t sure why his demeanor changed. I also didn’t want to break the peace we seemed to be settling into. Chewing on my bottom lip, I noted how his darkening gaze dipped to the action, then slowly rolled back up to hold mine in the bottomless azure depths.

“A full moon is out tonight. It’s silver with a soft violet hue flooding the world in an illuminating caress of light. A blanket of night envelops the sky with a silken midnight blue hue devouring all light. Countless stars sparkling throughout the backdrop.”

One side of his mouth curved into a smile as he searched my face before bringing his palm up, cupping my cheek. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I searched for something else to divulge, but words eluded me.

His thumb slowly drifted over my lips, then traced my jawline. “Did you not like the nightgown?”

Blinking repeatedly in confusion, I shook my head slowly. “It was fine. This just smelled better . . . like you,” I whispered, swallowing past the lust swelling in my throat. I hadn’t meant to admit that to him. “I missed the scent of your aftershave the most.” Or that.

“Not me? Just my aftershave?” The way he watched me exposed how much he was enjoying teasing me. “Not this?” he asked, then leaned in close to place feather soft kisses over my face.

“Rhys,” I whispered breathlessly.

“Yes?” His lips brushed against mine briefly, issuing feverish breath over my trembling ones. His tongue flicked out, tempting my lips to part, but vanished before I could obey their silent command. “I love how you smell when you’re aroused, Love.”

“You can smell when I’m aroused?” I asked breathlessly, unable to stop my breathing from coming out in labored, heavy pants.

I felt the curve of a smile against my lips, causing a tightening in my belly. Butterflies slowly began flapping their wings in my abdomen, forcing a soft, whispered moan from my lips. Rhys’ mouth pressed against mine, as if he intended to kiss me. Only, he didn’t kiss.

The warmth of his mouth against mine was everything I’d ever wanted. This man was my ruination and my undoing.

A hoarse whisper escaped my lips. “Kiss me.” Rhys’ hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me into his kiss. His tongue snaked out, sliding along the seam of my mouth, as if he soughtmore than verbal consent. Opening to his kiss, I closed my eyes as his tongue slid against mine in a dance as old as time itself.

Rhys’ pained groan caused a ball of need to grow in my center. A white-hot ball of tension that only he could ease. The feral sound vibrated deep in his chest, causing a smile to curve over my mouth.

The man didn’t merely kiss you. He fucked you with his mouth. He stole my air, slowly feeding it back to me. His palm slowly trailed down my spine, cupping me beneath my ass, lifting me onto his lap. It forced me to straddle his hips, exposing his lengthening cock.

“Rhys,” I whispered, afraid to break whatever spell we were under by speaking.

“Stop thinking, Love.” Lifting his hips, he showed me exactly how hard he was right now. It caused my stomach to churn with the need I’d ignored for entirely too long. “Just go with it. You can stop this at any time you want.”

Resting my forehead against his, I closed my eyes against the smoldering heat simmering in his azure precipices. Without opening them, I slid my hands deliberately down his solid, muscular chest. Grabbing the button of his suit vest, I pushed through the slit of material, opening it. Sitting back, I stared into the azure abyss of his gaze that promised to consume me, drowning me in its fervent depths.

I should’ve stopped—whatever it was that was happening between us. The truth was, Rhys removed all intelligence from my brain with a simple touch of his lips against mine. I didn’t want to stop it, though. I craved the pleasure he could give me. The absolute, mind-boggling, bone-shaking pleasure this bastard had shown me before was addictive.

I craved him like a drug in my system. I longed to feel the exhaustion that came after he’d finished slaking his dominance and need against my soft, pliable body.

Rhys’ head turned to the side, lifting his ear as he captured my hands in his much larger ones. Scooting to the edge of the couch, he pressed his hard cock against my aching, needy sex.

“If we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to,” he warned in a hoarse, sensual tone.

Licking my lips, I placed my hands on his wide shoulders, fighting for the strength to stop before neither of us had the willpower to do so. His cock twitched between my thighs, forcing my clit to swell with need. Pushing up from the couch, I backed up and turned, leaving him to watch me slinking away.

“Remington,” Rhys called out to me.

“No,” I whispered past the swelling in my throat. “You and I don’t work, Rhys. Oil and water, remember? Enemies to lovers might be my favorite genre, but we’re not a work of fiction.” Spinning on my heel, I left him standing in the living room as I moved down the corridor, heading for the bedroom.

“Nyx is coming,” he called down the hallway, forcing my step to falter. Turning, I stared at him. “I asked Acyn to bring her to visit. Her condition is precarious, but she was insistent on seeing you.”

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