Page 45 of Red Ruin

Isn’t that too long?

As if he can hear my doubts, Remy plunges deeper, rolling his tongue in waves and hungrily licking me open.

When the tip reaches my deepest point, it curls back and asecondtongue licks under the hood of my clit.

I clench, trying to hold back tremors.

Remy growls his satisfaction. The vibration and heat of his mouth drag me closer to the edge.

I resist, determined to release another stubborn tangle at Remy’s temple before a climax robs my focus.

This is new territory. Kevanneverput his mouth on my?—

Godsdamnit.

I don’t need to think about a man who never thinks of me.

Especially not right now.

Remy huffs, sensing my attention slip.

Then athirdtongue corkscrews inside me, and whatever my body does is out of my hands.

Remy pumps and wiggles, hitting spots I didn’t know I had with parts I didn’t know a mancouldhave.

The pressure expands, filling me, tickling and sucking?—

Fuck.

I scrape Remy’s temples. His claws pin down my bucking hips. I can’t pry him off my pussy, but I catch a glimpse of the shadows curling from his mouth.

Those aren’t tongues.

A shadow with the same hot wetness as his mouth pets my clit. The pull from his soul sweetens the sensation. His sucking silks and shadows caress every part of me.

Body.

Soul.

I can’t.

I can’t.

“Remy!” I gasp and yank his hair.

Pumping faster and faster, he licks and bobs as he drinks me down.

I fuckinggush, feeding Remy everything he wants.

Legs shaking, I curl my fingers in the black hair with fading white streaks that I can finally see as the man appears out of the shadows.

His emotions stabilize, but his thirst is barely satisfied.

With his pain down to a dull ache and me working through his tangles, Remy is left with one primal urge:

He wants me to come until I fill a bucket.

He doesn’t care that I just squirted all over his face.