Page 61 of Silverproof Damsel

It took effort not to tell him that wasn’t far off from how I felt. How I wanted to concede defeat and beg him to never stop making love to me. His long, skilled fingers twisted around mine as he pulled back, peering at the tears swimming in my eyes.

“Remington,” he whispered my name like a fervent prayer as it escaped his lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“I need you, Rhys,” I pleaded as he dipped his stare into my hard, aching nipples. My head grew dizzy from how badly I needed to feel him filling me. Stretching me full of his pleasure until it ached.

His dark head lowered as his blistering mouth sucked one hard tip deep into the hot, scorching cavern of his mouth. He hummed wickedly as his tongue flicked the tip, then drew love letters around the swollen peak.

I fought against his hold on my hands with a violent need to hold his devilish mouth against me. A wanton moan burst from my lips as I writhed against the hardness pressing between my thighs.

Rhys sucked the hardened tip deeper, then flicked it before moving to award the other with the same attention. I continued grinding against the thickness pressed against my apex. The friction was dizzying as pleasure blossomed in my abdomen, swelling as all coherent thought was replaced with intoxicating need.

“Is your pretty cunt wet for me, Love?”

“I’m a damn slip and slide for you right now, Van Helsing,” I moaned as he nipped the right nipple, chuckling at my description. Pulling away, he brought midnight-colored eyes up to clash with the electric blue of mine. “I need you now.”

I was too far gone to allow fear to prevent this from happening. Rhys and his demon were one being. It wasn’t something he’d wanted me to know. I did, though. I knew exactly what I was grinding my drenched, needy core against. I also knew who the magnificent belonged to, as well.

“I’ll beg if that’s what you want.” The roguish smile that curved his mouth had warmth sliding through me. His hands released the hold they had on mine. It allowed me to slip my hand between our bodies, pushing my hand into his slacks to grip his hard, silken cock.

The sound I released wasn’t far from sounding demonic. Driving my thumb over his swollen, round tip, groaning as I pushed through a pearl of precome. Rhys moved us toward the bed, then gently set me on it before he removed my hand from his slacks.

A whimper of regret bubbled up from my chest as he stepped back, then slowly began fumbling with the buttons of his trousers. Feverish eyes latched onto what my fingers did, working over the swollen nub of my sex.

Rhys’ tongue slipped from between his lips, running over his bottom before his teeth captured it as he let his slacks drop to his feet. Stepping out of them, he kneeled between my thighs with his dark, inky stare holding mine.

“You’re fucking saturated,” he rumbled as he continued watching as my hips rocked, spreading farther to show him how greatly I needed him. “I’ve missed watching your eyes ignite with need, Love.” Leaning forward, he kissed along the inside of my thigh, then blew cool air against my heated pussy.

“Do you intend to watch me or fuck me?” I taunted as two fingers slid through the arousal coating my entrance.

Rhys rose between my thighs, standing as he gripped his cock. Silently, he slowly stroked his length as I groaned with blatant need. The gleam of precome glistened on his thick tip as he slid his thumb over, covering his shaft with his arousal.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, forcing me to strain to do as he instructed. “Fucking perfect,” he murmured in a hoarseness that drifted over my flesh. “Tell me what you want from me.”

“Fuck me,” I whispered through trembling lips.

“Be more specific.” The gleam in his eyes told me he was enjoying the ache I was enduring for him. “Tell me, Remington.”

“Taste me.” Pushing the tips of my fingers into my core, I watched his teeth capture his bottom lip as he groaned. “Now,Van Helsing.” His eyes flicked up to mine, a fire burning inside their inky-dark depths.

I watched as he kneeled between my thighs, then lowered his mouth to my apex. Gripping my wrist, he brought my fingers to his sweltering mouth. Holding my gaze, he sucked both fingers I’d pushed into my pussy as I watched him.

“Like that?” The gravel of his tone caressed my need as his breath fanned against my swollen sex.

“Clean up your mess, Rhys.” The way his eyes grew heavy with lust created an entirely new desire in my core.

“Like this?” he questioned as his mouth lowered and his talented tongue pushed between my lower lips. Rhys sucked, licked, and kissed my flesh until I writhed, shook, and danced on the edge of bliss. “Such a good girl using her words for me.”

“I’ll do whatever you want so long as you fuck me,” I vowed as he laughed between my thighs.

Slowly, Rhys kissed his way up my body, pausing at the swell of my belly. His nose ran over the curve created by our child growing within me, placing a soft kiss before he pressed his knuckles into the mattress, trapping me between his hands.

“I don’t care how it makes you feel. I love knowing you’re carrying my child inside you. It probably makes me an asshole in your eyes, but I couldn’t be happier knowing it is my child making your body blossom with motherhood.”

Tears filled my eyes as I held his heavy-lidded stare. I wasn’t sure if he expected an answer, but I also couldn’t form words. I felt his cock pressing against my apex as he sought entrance. Rocking against his throbbing thickness, I closed my eyes against the emotion and sensations threatening to overwhelm my senses.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, lifting my leg. He hooked it over his hip, then pressed his knuckles into the mattress once more. “You’ll look into my eyes as I claim you. You break eyecontact, and I’ll flip you over and make quick work of finishing without allowing you to join me. Understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” I murmured, searching his face, noting the wispy tendrils of ink were missing. His eyes were only the color of midnight as he pushed against my body.

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