“Goddamn, Remington. You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Rhys rolled us until I was beneath him, then he withdrew from my body, kissing my back while adjusting me on the bed.
He placed me on my belly, lifting my hips, before spreading my knees apart with his. Rhys slid his hands over my hips and pushed into my body, going further than any man had ever gone. I whimpered, jolting from the fullness and pain it created. His dark laughter sent a chill racing up my spine seconds before his fingers followed the trail of it to my neck. Fingers twisted through my hair, and he pulled me up, forcing me flush against his body as he slowly worked his hips, grinding his cock into my flesh.
“Remember when I told you that you’d like this position?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” I replied through whimpers while he worked my body slowly to a boiling point once more.
“Let me know what you think of it when I’m finished wrecking your cervix,” he growled, pushing me down as he let loose.
His fingers bit into my hips while he moved behind me, chuckling when I exploded around him. I cried his name while he slammed against my hips. I grabbed the blankets, biting them to muffle my screams, while he took me to the cliff, forcing me to dance upon it as the sounds of our bodies slapping against one another filled the bedroom. Rhys tensed behind me, and I felt his cock jerking within me. Then, he leaned over, kissing my spine, moaning as he released into my clenching need.
“Remington,” he growled while I bucked against him, gluttonously needing more.
“I don’t like it, Rhys,” I whispered, smiling into the blanket. Rhys tensed behind me, his hands still holding my hips. “I love it, and I need more. I need all of you. I hope that wasn’t everything you’ve got to give me. I’m a greedy bitch, so I need you to destroy me more,” I moaned, rocking my ass against him, feeling his smile curving against my shoulder.
“I’m so glad you said that because we’ve got twenty-three hours left, Love. Round two starts now.” His hand slapped against my ass, and my head fell back screaming his name while I impaled myself hard on his thick, pulsing cock. “You’re a naughty little bitch. You’re about to get wrecked, and I promise to leave you a sated, whimpering mess.”
Rhys hadn’t been lying. He used every moment of the time we had together, stopping only to feed me or supply whiskey to keep us hydrated. He’d even poured it over my pussy, lapping against it hungrily while he cracked jokes about me offering it to him the night we’d met.
In the morning, I woke cradled in his arms with my head against his heart. Instead of feeling sore or preventing him from another round, I let him have me outside of the time allotment, and slumbered more, only to repeat it until my body cried out with the need to rest. Even then, we didn’t stop touching one another. It was as if some invisible tether was tied securely around us.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I awoke to someone playing with my hair, and my lips curled into a sleepy smile. Lifting my head, I peered into sleepy azure eyes before Rhys pounced on me. He pushed me down onto the bed, running his nose over my cheek. I moaned as he spread my legs apart, entering me hard and fast. It forced a soft cry to escape at the delicious soreness he’d created, lifting my mouth to his, which he pulled back, grabbing my hands to hold me down.
Opening my mouth, I gasped, shattering as he sent me over the edge quickly. He joined me as his body thrust a few more times before it stiffened, and he smiled, pressing his forehead against mine.
“You were made for me, weren’t you, Remington?” he asked huskily. His eyes widened, and he slowly pulled out of my body, rolling from the bed to grab a pair of sweats from the floor.
I sat up, pulling the wrinkled sheet up against my body, smiling at him. He sat on the couch, studying me. I could feel him closing down as if he’d not meant to say what he had. Swallowing, I stood and plastered a fake smile on my face.
“Thanks for last night, and this morning, Rhys,” I whispered awkwardly. I started backing up while his stare followed me as if he weren’t sure what was happening. “See you later.” I waved clumsily, never having done the walk of shame before, even though our rooms were connected.
“What are you doing, Love?”
I hiked my thumb over my shoulder in the direction of the door. “I’m going to go, because I’ve never had to deal with the whole morning after, and you’re looking at me like you’re about to let me down. I get that you do this whole punish yourself shit, but this was just a man and woman fucking, so don’t beat yourself up over it. It was fun, right?” I said awkwardly, chewing my lip, and he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes to angry slits.
“Come here,” he growled, sitting back in the chair.
I slowly moved toward him, apprehension fueling my nerves. When I reached him, he pulled me down to him, forcing me to straddle his legs, causing the sheet to drop away from my body. He held my waist, watching me chewing my bottom lip nervously.
“It was fun? You think what we did was fun,” he laughed soundlessly. Lifting his fingers through my hair, he twisted my head, pulling my mouth down close to his. His lips brushed against mine, and he lifted his hips to show me he was ready for more. “You don’t get to dismiss me, Remington,” he warned.
Standing up without warning, he walked me backward with his hand directing me until I was flat against the wall. His mouth lowered, claiming mine in a toe-curling kiss that stole a soft moan from my lungs. He released my hair, lifting me by my hips as he opened the connecting door, slowly walking us toward the bed in the other room.
He laid me down, lifting his head. Rhys’s mouth brushed against mine. His eyes searched mine, and he smiled wolfishly. His erection pushed against my apex, and he snorted, feeling me rocking against him, eagerly ready for more.
“Your pussy is delicious. I enjoyed sucking the arousal from it as you begged me to fuck you. I enjoyed wrecking your tight cunt and listening as you screamed my name for hours. It was fun fucking you, Remington. Watching your pretty eyes grow hooded as I hit that spot within you that no other man had found before, also fun. It’s been fun seducing you and learning how innocent you really are. You should have told me to leave last night. I warned you,” he chuckled, lowering his mouth to devour me slowly as my stomach clenched. His hands braced his weight on either side of my head while he pushed up, tensing his chest muscles. “It’s too bad that you weren’t more than a pussy I intended to claim. You really are beautiful, and rather amazing in bed, even with your clumsy moves. But Remington, that is all you are, and will ever be.” He watched the tears filling my eyes. He swallowed, turning on his heel to stop at the door. “That’s how you let someone down the morning after, Silversmith. They are serving breakfast downstairs. See that you’re in attendance. My staff isn’t going to wait on you hand and foot. I’ll see you down there, oh, and stay the fuck out of my room now that I got what I wanted from you.”
He closed the door, and I laid there, staring at where he’d slipped into the other room and locked the door. Something crashed against the wall, and I jumped, sitting up to stare at the door. I slid from the bed, silently moving into the bathroom to wash him off of me.