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Sleep clung heavily to my consciousness. The first sense to rouse caught his masculine scent drifting through the chamber. Next, I felt his hard, muscular frame against softer curves. The sensation of his feverish breath wafting against my throat and shoulder elicited goosebumps that spread over my body.

In the stillness of the room, I swallowed down the moan of need swelling in my throat. We were naked in bed, with his body tangled with mine. His palm was petting my naked flesh, issuing wetness to drench my entrance.

My entire body came alive, identical to a live wire battering against the ground during a storm. I was aroused to a physical ached that sat deep in the pit of my abdomen. One finger slid through the wetness between my thighs, pushing against my entrance questioningly.

“How long do you plan to pretend you’re asleep, Love?” Rhys’ sleepy, raspy tone caused a deluge of arousal to rush straight to my core.

Instead of answering his words, I wordlessly responded to his request. Parting my thighs, I allowed the bastard access to my swollen center. Without hesitation, he thrust his finger to his knuckle deep inside my wetness.

“Bloody hell. Already so fucking wet for me,” he moaned raspily as he slowly began fucking me with his hand. A needy whimper expelled from my lungs as he dragged his feverish lips over my throat, kissing a path to my heavy breast. “Such a good girl.” In one well practiced move, he had me flat on my back with him hovering over my frame.

“Shut up and make me come.” My demand had his eyes igniting with wicked passion scintillating within them.

“Is it like that, then?” he queried, but, if he’d expected an answer, I wasn’t sure. Two fingers thrust between my thighs, forcing the walls of my pussy to clench down around their penetration. His thumb worked well practiced circles against my clit, creating a ball of tension and a need to form in my lower abdomen.

“Harder,” I growled through the heaviness of sleep that still gripped my mind.

“This pussy is so fucking wet for me. You’re so fucking tight around my fingers. It’s going to feel divine as it stretches to take all this cock. Is that what you want from me? To be fucked until you’re nothing more than a sore, shaky, satisfied mess?” His fingers curled, striking against the one place he had ever touched within me. “Answer me.”

“Yes. Ruin me, Van Helsing.”

It was all the encouragement he needed. Rhys slowly lifted, then moved his body up, hovering it over mine. Instead of pressing his weight against my flesh, he lowered his eyes, studying the way my pussy looked as he continuously fucked it with his hand.

“Your cunt is swollen with need, Silversmith. Those beautiful copper curls are soaked with your sweet arousal.” Without asking, Rhys crawled back. Then, his mouth attacked my exposed core with rampant carnal hunger.

His hands lowered, pushing my thighs apart until he placed them over his wide, powerful shoulders. Using his tongue, he flicked my clit repeatedly. Pleasure surged through my veins like he’d injected it through a syringe.

The moment he focused on my entrance, I screamed wantonly as he licked around it as if it were a bullseye he’d intended to assault. Fingers slid to my lower lips, gently parting them as he continued licking, kissing, and ravishing my core like a deranged beast who’d found his first meal after a famine.

Holding my pussy apart, his tongue replaced his fingers as he fucked me with his mouth. The wet, lewd sounds of it collided with his growl of approval. Both threatened to send me hovering over the edge of the cliff he’d forced me to teeter on.

Rhys’ noises were primal, full of animalistic hunger that had my back arching for more. The wet noise of aroused, swollen flesh he ravished caused even more to rush to my entrance for him to consume.

Dark, playful laughter flooded the air around me as he turned his inflamed mouth loose on my clit. Fingers pushed inside my pussy, stretching it as they spread within me. Sweat beaded on my brow as his pace became faster, as if he feared I’d change my mind.

The moment I’d have flown over the precipice, Rhys’ fingers withdrew, leaving me bereft of his touch. Slowly, he climbed my trembling, needy frame until he loomed above me. I felt his thick, rounded need pressing against my opening.

“Are you sure this is what you want from me?” he asked with strain in his tone.

“Yes,” I said, nodding in agreement in case he’d mistaken my plea for anything else. “Fuck me, Van Helsing.” The voice escaping from my swollen throat wasn’t mine. It belonged to a skilled seductress, not me.

Rhys rocked his hips, causing his thick, lengthy cock to push against my entrance in a teasing manner. Frustration warred inside of me. Lifting one leg, then the other, I wrapped them around his waist before twisting his entire body beneath me.

It seated me on his cock, filling me painfully full. A whimper of shock burst from my lips. Dropping my head back, I slowly swiveled my hips. Fucking hell, he was blessed. So fucking blessed that it caused my walls to burn with how well he filled me.

His palms cupped my swollen, tender breasts as he tested the weight of them in his hands. Lifting his head, his skilled tongue found a hard, pebbled tip and flicked it purposely. Methodically, he sucked it as his tongue continued licking around it in a circular pattern, as if it were my clit.

Forcing my fingers through his silky, ink-colored tresses, I held him to my breast as I began rolling my hips to a steady beat of pleasure pounding inside my clit. Rhys’ hands landed on my hips, lifting and moving my body expertly as the orgasm sat just beyond my reach.

He released a moan from the arousal coating every inch of his cock. My whimpered cries became unintelligible as I felt myself falling over the cliff, but Rhys yanked me off his prick, then settled between my thighs smoothly.

“I like it when you sing your sweet noises. But I like it even more when you scream for me, Love.” Rhys thrust his hips, seating every delicious inch of his cock inside my core. My walls fluttered around him as pain and pleasure fought for control over my senses. “Such a good girl. You take me so fucking well.”

The pace he fucked me with was slow and gentle at first, but, with every moment, he grew crazed as he punished my insides. The reins he’d held on his control snapped. His hands gripped beneath my thighs, forcefully pushing my legs up and apart as he rose to his knees, thrusting at an unhinged speed.

“Rhys!” I cried as pleasure burst through me like a violent battle being waged. Drums of pleasure beat in my ears, deafening me to whatever he said. Explosions rocked through me, forcing tears to slide down my face.

Fireworks exploded, blinding me as pleasure rocked through my center, refusing to allow me to escape from the intense, mind-boggling explosion. One hand let go of my thigh, then pinched my clit, trapping me in the continuous waves of pleasure flowing through my body.

It felt as if the sea had swooped through calm waters, only to carry me adrift on endless, roiling white-capped waves. One after the other, each forcing me farther out to sea without reprieve from the storm growing unremitted with each rising swell of water. He was the gale force wind of the storm, raging brutally against my shores.

Without warning, he withdrew from my core, spinning me over onto my belly. Gripping my hips, he forced me onto my knees as his palm landed against my right cheek, punishingly.

“That’s for making me jealous of those bastards who got to be close to you in my absence.” His other hand slapped the left cheek. “That’s for being so fucking beautiful.” The one on the right side slid to my breast, then squeezed hard enough to force a whimper from my throat. “That’s for hiding from me. Hiding all these gorgeous changes to this luscious body.” The left hand slid up my spine, twisting in my hair as he forced me up, placing my back against his chest. “You’re exquisite. I can’t wait to see your belly grow with my child growing inside of you.”

Releasing my breast, the head of his cock drifted against the wetness between my thighs as he tugged my head back while he collared my throat.

“I’m going to ruin you until my name is the only one you know. The only name these pouty lips whisper in pleasure. You are mine, Remington. All mine.”

He entered me hard and fast, his hold on my throat steady, yet not cutting off oxygen to my lungs. This position allowed him to go deeper, causing throaty moans to burst from my lips. Rhys fucked me hard, yet slow enough that it forced me to feel just how deeply he was fucking me.

“I’ve missed how well your needy pussy clenches around my cock. How your tight, enchanting cunt squeezes so nicely around it as you prepare to come all over me. The way your tits swell, the strawberry-colored tips hardening as you whimper and moan for me. I want to fucking end you for making me crave you. Worse than that, I want to fucking stay right here, like this. Never permitting another being to see how fucking spellbinding and perfectly constructed you truly are.”

His hand on my throat vanished, then reappeared as his palm landed between my shoulder blades. Rhys forced my upper body down against the bed, then unleashed complete hell on my pussy. He hammered into my body until all I could do was accept what he gave me.

Like a possessed beast, he rutted into my core with unbridled ruthlessness. The sounds I made were inconsequential, thoughtless sounds. Tears streamed from my eyes, wetting the sheets beneath us. He fucked me with maddening, unhinged strength as he reminded me that I was his.

“Fucking hell, Love. You take all of me so fucking well. You’re such a good girl for me.” I wasn’t sure if the tears were from how overwhelming good it felt to be fucked by him or because my aching flesh was sore from how hard he was driving his engorged cock into my sensitive, ignored core.

I felt him tensing behind me as his hands moved to my hips, biting into them. A strangled growl escaped and tore free as his release flooded my core. Releasing his hold on my hips, he placed a hand on my throat, using it to flip me over onto my back without hurting me. The moment I was beneath his dominating frame, he slapped his palms down onto the mattress beside my head, staring down at me with pitch-black, ravenous eyes.

I felt his cock hardening, growing within me. Worry slowly crawled up my chest as his enclosed fists wrapped around my throat. A merciless smile played over his full, wicked lips. Leaning down, he nipped my bottom lip achingly, then forced them to open, pushing his tongue between them to flick against mine, coaxing me to open for his hard, demanding kiss.

Rhys pulled back, then smiled smugly at finding my eyelids heavy with lust. The bastard had left me panting from the intensity of his kiss. His face darkened with desire when I rocked my hips, encouraging him to use me more. I craved the exhaustion he’s always left me in. Ensuring I was always fucked until I was a mess left ruined on his sheets.

“Let’s see how well this needy cunt of yours takes me now, Silversmith. Is your lust and appetite to be fed cock satisfied yet? I bet you’d be a good girl and take every fucking inch I offered without complaint. Wouldn’t you? Be a good girl and let me hear you scream my name until you’re hoarse and can’t scream anymore. I want you to feel me as I engrave my name into your fucking soul, Love.”

He hadn’t been asking for permission. He ensured I was so completely fucked that I couldn’t think beyond every thrust. Every hard, earth-shattering kiss. Each time he pulled out, then shoved in even deeper than before.

Rhys fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked before. He swiveled his hips, then became unhinged as he thrust furiously against my body. It wasn’t fucking. It was something more primitive. Something more primal. It was brutal. It was beautiful. It was everything, yet nothing.

Time passed as he fucked me without mercy. I never asked for it, either. I let him use me until he’d sated his need on my sore, swollen flesh. Tomorrow, I’d have bruises to remind me of what it felt like to truly be fucked by Rhys. That was an issue for tomorrow, though. Not today.

By the time he’d flooded me with his come, I was trembling and oversensitive from each orgasm he forced me to feel. They were endless. My voice was hoarse by the time I began begging for him to have mercy. As if he hadn’t heard my pleas, he continually fed until I no longer moved beneath his muscular, forceful body.

I violently awoke, jumping to my feet and tumbling forward in the dimly lit bedroom. With wide, horrified eyes, I discovered Rhys who was sitting with pillows behind him with his arms folded behind his head, smiling arrogantly.

Sweat dripped between my breasts as my entire chest rose and fell with arduous pants escaping my throat. My apex felt swollen, as if he had fucked me. I refused to look down. Even as his stare dropped, his mouth twisted into a smug, self-assured smile.

“Good morning, Silversmith. How did you sleep?”

“Fine!” I screeched, sounding unhinged, even to my ears.

“Fine? You woke me up. You were moaning rather . . . loudly in your sleep,” he disputed with mischief scintillating in his gaze. Leaning on the bed, he stretched out, shamelessly. As he did, it uncovered his impressive, unclothed form for my eyes to feast on. Tattooed skin and firm muscles lined my vision before it drifted lower, finding him fully erect.

Shaking my head to force the impure, naughty thoughts from my mind, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “So, fucking hard . . .” Heat exploded in my cheeks to slither down my neck. “Fuck me.” That wasn’t what I’d meant to say, was it? No. Inviting Rhys Van Helsing to fuck me was exactly how I’d ended up in this situation in the first place! “No! Do not fuck me. I’ll fuck you! Shut up, Remington!”

“If you want, you can ride it to ease that hunger churning through your cerulean-colored depths. If not, you have the run of my wing today. I’m sure you can be creative and keep yourself . . . entertained. Or do you need me to entertain you myself?”

“I’ll be fine on my own.” Swallowing past my suddenly swollen tongue, I felt a blush surging up my chest, stinging my cheeks.

I’d dreamed it all up. I’d fallen asleep, worried about him abandoning me here, alone. In having him at the edge of my subconsciousness, I’d conjured him like a sex god into my fantasy. Right? Because if not, then he’d meant to infiltrate my dream, turning it into a smut-filled fantasy. One I’d willingly participated in.