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Rhys’ lips drifted down my 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.

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 eye contact, 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.

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 na?ve, 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, I wouldn’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.