Kings of Blood and Money (Underworld Kings)

The side of his face kicks up into a devilish smirk. “Help yourself.”

Biting my lip, I reach for his jeans with my other hand. There’s no belt, just a couple buttons leading to the treasure. Getting to my knees, I grip the material.

“It’s not going to bite, Freya,” he teases when I hesitate at the last button.

Swallowing my nerves, I push the fabric down his hips, gasping when his cock, hard and impressive, springs free. Remi is a commando guy. A curved silver bar with solid spheres on either end sits through the head of his cock. “Did that hurt?” I whisper in awe, my thumb boldly reaching out to stroke over the bead of cum glistening the tip.

“I don’t mind pain when it’s used to give pleasure,” he groans hoarsely.

“It’s beautiful.” I look up into his bright blue eyes, my breath catching at the intensity I find there.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his pupils dilating, brow lowering. Cupping my cheek, he leans down, capturing my lips. Firm but gentle, his tongue probes for entry, and I gladly grant it.

Moving closer to him, I curl my fist around the base of his cock, and he hisses against my lips.

Gripping the hem of my shirt, he glides it up my body, his fingers grazing my flesh. A wave of goosebumps scatters over my skin.

“I want to touch you. Can I?” He breathes me in, expert hands unhooking my bra and dragging the straps down my arms.

My breathing stills when he pulls back to observe the bounty he’s uncovered.

“You’re perfect.” He sounds pained.

“I want you to touch me,” I breathe, releasing his cock to remove my shorts. His eyes follow my movements, lust causing a flush over the rest of my body. I knew I’d be nervous about this, but I hadn’t considered him being anxious too.

Discarding my shorts, I bite my lip, giving him time to map out my body. “Where do you want to start, Remi?” I whisper.

Guiding me onto my back, his strong body comes over mine, the muscles tensing with every movement. Interlinking our fingers, he raises my arms above my head as his lips meet the flesh of my neck, caressing down my chest. His hips wedge between mine, the weight of his cock teasing the folds of my pussy. His touch scorches through me, igniting every part of me. Need rolls through me, tightening my stomach. A throb grows in my pussy as sensations surge through me.

Lights from the TV dance through the room as he dips his lips to my chest, capturing my nipple between his teeth, lapping, sucking, teasing. My back arches to meet him with fevered need. One hand slips free from mine, caressing down my arm before cupping my breast, squeezing. Running his fingers between my cleavage, his kisses create a path down my navel, then each side of my hips. My pelvis flexes as he finds a home between the folds of my pussy.

“So goddamn pretty,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss there.

Maneuvering his impressive body to lay between my thighs, he swipes his tongue through my folds, the sensitive flesh quivering under his devotion. Labored breathing and soft moans create a chorus between us. The film long ended, the credits rolling. He laps at me, penetrating my hole with his hot tongue, fucking me with it. My hands grip his hair as I lift my hips for more friction. He tortures my clit with slow, firm strokes. Ripples of pleasure tear through me, tensing every part of my body. I feel like I’m going to combust.

“Fuck,” Remi growls, lapping up the release he forces from my body, wave after wave of euphoria.

Getting to his knees, he fists his shaft, rubbing the head of his cock to increase the pleasure, stroking my throbbing clit. A sheen of sweat coats my skin, my body quivering. “I want you inside me, Remi,” I beg. I need to feel him.

His movements still, a shy shadow passing over his features. “Are you sure?” The words are fragile and cautious.

I’ve never been more sure of anything. It has to be him. It’s always been him. “You’re home,” I tell him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me.” I lift up, capturing his cheeks in my hands. “I want it to be you. Fuck me, Remi,” I implore, capturing his lips with mine and dragging him over my body.

Our breathing accelerates as he hovers for a few silent breaths before breaching my opening. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

We’re held in a bubble of just us. Everything else slips away. No sound. No movement. Not even the wind blows outside while we imprint this moment into our brains to relive forever.

Hooking my thigh under his arm, he opens me up. My pussy, slick from my release, welcomes him, clutching his girth greedily. He’s slow, cautious, gaging my response as he pushes in inch by inch, stretching me around him. A gasp wisps from my lungs as a sharp sting jolts my body then fades.