Page 62 of Silverproof Damsel

He forced the thick tip into my pussy, hissing as my muscles clamped down around it. A single thrust brought him fully seated in my body. A gasp of shock burst from my lips as he stretched my walls to a burning ache.

“Bloody hell, Love. I forgot how tightly you hold onto me.” Rolling his hips, he held my stare as he created the sexiest sound I’d ever heard in my entire life. “You feel so fucking good around me.”

“Fuck me,” I begged as I lifted my other leg, then lifted my hips, allowing him to go deeper yet. “Make me forget where I begin, and you start. Don’t stop until there’s no you or me, only us.” Rhys’ entire face turned tender as his mouth lowered to my ear, his breathing sharp and labored with the effort it took for him not to unleash his ravenous pleasure.

“I assure you, Silversmith. There’s no you without me, nor I without you. Not anymore. From this day on, it’s us together.” He thrust in deeper before pulling out to his swollen tip, then slamming home deep within my center.

Tears slipped down my face, but Rhys captured them with his lips, kissing them away. He didn’t lose control, as he’d so often done before. Instead, every thrust was precise, calculated, and aimed at the one place within my center where he’d only ever touched me.

Gripping my wrist, he forced my hands above my head, and our fingers entwined as he drove me toward the promise of a mind shattering release. Rhys pulled back, his eyes holding mine as he studied every emotion he created inside of me.

“You’re so fucking close to making a beautiful mess for me. Aren’t you, My Love?”

Twisting started in my chest as a ball of white-hot pleasure blossomed in my abdomen. Shivering at the possessiveness of his stare slithering down my spine, he continued rotating and thrusting as my lips parted, eyes threatening to roll to the back of my head.

“Holy shit, Rhys.”

“Good girl. Feed me your pleasure, Remington.” I wasn’t going to be given a choice. I was slowly cresting the precipice he’d walked me toward. “Keep those pretty eyes open for me,” he demanded.

I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them until I opened them and stared into the eyes of the beast currently slaking his ravenous hunger on my soft body. Every vein within Rhys’ frame was tendrils of thick, dark ink. His eyes were swallowed in the darkness. Within them, tiny glittering stars lit and burned with a promise of wicked, sinful pleasure.

The strain and uncertainty etched over his mouth forced my words to leave the tip of my tongue. “Feed from me,” I pleaded, but the tension lining his face told me he didn’t intend to do so. Wrenching my wrist free of his hold, I used my legs and body to roll him beneath me. Lowering my lips, I brushed mine over his before lifting to peer down at him.

“You have no idea what you want from me, Love.”

“You’re wrong,” I whispered, then leaned down to kiss my way from his pierced nipple to his throat. “I know exactly what I’m asking you to do. I’m naïve, not stupid.” Rolling my hips, I lifted before sliding down onto him.

“No, you really fucking don’t,” he warned in a thick rasp.

“Play‘Someone You Loved’by Lewis Capaldi.” Leaning over, I pressed my lips against his ear. “I want all of you, Van Helsing. Not half of you, or part of you. I want all of you. If I didn’t, Iwouldn’t be riding this cock right now. I’m not a girl who has half-assed anything. It’s everything or nothing with me. This song is the one I cried my fucking eyes out to when you broke me.”

He released a sound of pain before gripping my hips, then used them to slam deeply into my body. Holding my stare, he punched his hips up, each thrust sending his cock against the one place inside of me that connected to the erogenous zone. It ignited then lit my body afire in pleasure.

The scream I produced was a mix of both pleasure and awe as Rhys’ hand gripped my throat. His thumb forced my jaw open as he brought his mouth to mine, then sucked the air from my lungs. Panic flared in my mind, but his thumb caressed my jaw, reminding me I was safe with him.

Lights exploded in a kaleidoscope of bright colors as I drowned in pleasure. His other hand slid up my spine as he brought our bodies upright in a sitting position, continuing to drive me to a higher precipice than I’d ever reached before.

My entire body trembled with the force of the orgasm he kept trapped within. Rhys’ hand slid up and down my spine as he fed from the pleasure he drew from my body. Sweat beaded on my nape as he pulled away, staring at me in awe as I felt him tense against me, his body vibrating as he found release.

“Bloody hell, woman. You’re fucking perfect.” I went limp against his hardness, resting my head against his shoulder. “Remington?”

Exhaustion promised to steal my consciousness whole. I heard the worry in his tone but couldn’t rouse enough to reassure him I was okay. Turning my head, I pressed my lips against his forehead as he placed me beside him on the bed.

“I’m all yours. Utterly and completely yours, Rhys.” It was the last thing I thought before sleep claimed me entirely.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Thesoundoftheshower turning on forced my eyes to pry apart. The earthy scent of Rhys’ aftershave clung to the sheets, alluring, awakening my mind. Stretching my limbs, I grimaced as the wound in my shoulder burned and made itself known. The ache between my thighs, on the other hand, deliciously reminded me of what had occurred last night.

A soft groan escaped my swollen lips. Forcing myself up, I yanked the blankets up to shield my nakedness as Rhys strolled into the bedroom. The azure in his eyes was brighter this morning. They darkened as he leaned back against the doorframe, folding heavily tattooed arms over his ample, muscular chest.

Lifting my hand, I pushed the tousled, messy curls out of my face. A smile played at the corner of his lips as he silently looked over my bedraggled appearance. Silence stretched between us as he pushed from the wall, slowly strolling toward the bed.

“I was right,” he rumbled huskily.

“Huh?” I asked, forehead scrunching up with the confusion fluttering through my mind.

“I was right,” he repeated as he paused beside the bed, then traced his finger over my cheek. “You look better in my bed wearing only my sheets.”

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