Page 60 of Silverproof Damsel

“Bloody hell,” Rhys growled, then turned, peering down at me with the hungriest look I’d ever seen simmering in his azure orbs.

I shivered at the ravenous look as he drove down over my frame. The moment the door sounded, I felt the need to strip down and take what I needed from him. I knew what happenedwhen you held a newborn nymph. It was like drinking the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world.

“I can assistant you without fucking you if that is what you want, Love.”

I shook my head as I reached down, gripping the hem of the oversized shirt I wore. Yanking it up and over my head, I dropped it on the floor. Rhys hissed as he took in my naked form bared before him.

“I don’t want your assistance,” I admitted huskily.

Rhys’ incubus pheromones were on overdrive. It felt like I was standing next to a downed power line, one that was pulsing power into the air. He invoked lust, more than I’d felt from hugging my best friend who would be getting an earful after I’d finished slaking my lust on the man currently staring at me like a buffet he wanted to feast on.

I physically trembled with anticipation of what was about to happen between us. The air around us was charged with sex clinging to the molecules. The scent of dominance drifted off Rhys in thick, seductive waves.

I felt the sleek, slippery arousal coating my pussy. I could smell my sex as it swelled with the need to be fucked like a bitch in heat. I’d never needed fucked as hard or as violently as I did right now.

“I’m not capable of remaining in the apartment knowing you’re touching your pretty cunt, Love. I’m not that strong where you are concerned.”

My breasts and loins swelled, as if his words caused instant inflammation from the need to be touched, kissed, and fucked by him. The desperation to have him between my thighs became savage, primitive.

Rhys could make the need lessen. He’d turn me inside out and leave me in a heap of ashes when he’d finished with me. His proximity was making the need to have his skillful lips wrappedaround my clit, sucking it between his teeth . . . too fucking much.

“I don’t want you to watch or assist me. I want you to fuck me.”

“Thank fuck,” he growled as he gripped the back of my neck, jerking me against the hardness of his frame. “You’re certain you want this?”

“Positive, Van Helsing.” Tears pricked my eyes, then rushed down my cheeks as relief flooded through my chest. I’d feared he’d force me to beg him for what I needed, but he wasn’t. His other hand slipped between my thighs as he issued a growl when they slid through the sleek arousal coating my nakedness.

“Already messy for me, my sweet silver.” Azure clashed with the electric blue of my stare. The possessiveness burning in his gaze had arousal dripping down the inside of my thigh. “You are so fucking perfect.”

A whimpered gasp slipped from my lips as he dragged his finger over my clit. I needed him more than I needed the air sustaining my life. Right now, he was the fire fueling the raging inferno sizzling through my soul.

“I need you now. Please make it stop aching.”

“Are you going to be a good girl and beg me to fuck you?”

I may have been a little too quick to assume he wouldn’t make me beg. Not that I wasn’t willing to do that and much more if it ended with him wrecking me. Wanting Rhys wasn’t an issue. I wanted him, even when I hated him. He was my god, and I was his devoted disciple who’d worship every moment of him destroying me.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Rhys’lipsdrifteddownmy cheek, kissing the tears away. The relief of his blistering kiss and touch eased the fear I’d held of never experiencing or tasting pleasure from him again. Lifting my arms, I wrapped them around his neck as I leaned back, resting my head against the wall.

“I’ve missed tasting your lips,” he murmured as his mouth drifted up, then brushed teasingly over my lips. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered. His hands slipped behind my thighs, then lifted me effortlessly.

Rhys wasted no time in moving us down the long corridor toward the master bedroom. My heartbeat thundered in my eardrums, threatening to give away the anxiousness I felt at him discovering the changes in my body.

Threading my fingers through his dark, silken tresses, I brought his mouth back to mine. The masculine groan he released fueled my need to hear it again from his lips. Licking along the seam of his mouth, I pleaded for his kiss. The moment he opened to me, I slid my tongue alongside his, provoking it to conquer mine.

Rhys didn’t take control of the kiss, though. Instead, he let me lead him to temptation. A moan of desperation bubbled in my throat as I deepened the kiss, turning my head to delve deeper as he carried me to bed.

I ground against his erection standing proudly against his abdomen. Fear flickered through my mind as I recalled how bad it made me ache after he’d slaked hours of endless pleasure on me.

Rhys pulled back, breaking the kiss as he entered the bedroom. His hands palmed my backside, then he pushed my soft folds against his hardness. Inwardly clenching hungrily against the emptiness, I craved the fullness he created when he filled me.

The solid, cold wall touched against my spine as he pressed me against the hard surface. His hands landed over mine, capturing them before he held them above my head. Dipping his head, he turned before he nipped along my jawline.

His slow perusal of pleasure caused a fluttering in my apex. Arousal built at my core as evidence of my need. A pulse pounded in my abdomen, beating in perfect rhythm with his heartbeat.

His nose pressed against my ear as he growled into it. “For tonight, we’re not enemies. Tonight, we’re two people unable to ignore how much we crave the other. Tonight, you and I are madly in love and unable to pretend we’re not a moment longer.” Kissing his scorching lips toward mine, I felt tears pricking my eyes, threatening to fall.

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