Let Him Reign: An Underworld Romance Read Online Free Page A

name. It's too hard to think. I'm not drunk but between my happy alcohol buzz from earlier and this incredible make out session, my entire body is vibrating with heightened pleasure. It feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. Or maybe it's just the sexy and mysterious Dark Knight— Eric —making me feel this way.
    Easing my zipper lower, he exposes my stomach to the cool air, and then peels the suit down my arms. He runs his palms along my now bare limbs until they fall over my breasts. I yelp and squirm, pulling two handfuls of his thick locks when he moves lower and his tongue flicks inside of my tender belly button.
    After the confining outfit is pushed down my hips his palm reaches up and slaps over my mouth again, forcing my head against the wall. I don't mind because I can't contain my sounds when his lips move lower, his heated breath hovering just above my mound while his fingertips brush softly along my folds. My legs are so weak I almost fall when he finally gives a slow lick over my throbbing clit. Everything else is instantly forgotten, the scary men with guns, where Kayla might be, my throbbing ankle and sore ribs. All of those thoughts disappear when an explosion of ecstasy overwhelms my body and mind, completely relaxing me from head to toe.
    Simultaneous to Eric’s spine-bowing tongue-lashing, he starts fucking me with one of his long, thick fingers. The combination is too good, and I come with a moan against his palm quicker than ever before. I swear this man is a freaking magician between my legs. I wouldn't be all that surprised if for his next trick he pulls a rabbit out of my box.
    I release my grip on his hair and begin to untangle my fingers. With my weak knees knocking against each other, it's a miracle that I'm able to stay braced against the wall rather than just slide down until my ass hits the ground.
    When Eric stands up, his palms cup the sides of my face seeking out my lips again. I reach for his shoulders to pull him closer and hum in approval when my fingertips are greeted with his smooth, muscular body telling me he thankfully lost his costume.
    No, no, no. What the hell am I thinking? We can't...I can't...I should stop him before this goes any further.
    Oh, but with the way his tongue is seductively prodding my mouth, my body is saying, “ God y es !” My inner prude reminds me that I don't know anything about this guy, not even what he looks like without a mask on because it's so dark in here. Suddenly I'm reminded of the words on my fortune. The ones that read, true love will always find you in the darkness .
    Maybe I'm crazy, but there's something about this man...the wonderful way he touches me and the dirty way he talks to me. Even better, the way he makes my heart race and has me feeling alive for the very first time in my life. It just seems so...right to be with him. It's like I'm free falling into something incredible, and I'm desperate for him to catch me.
    I skim my fingernails down his broad shoulders to his chest and rippling stomach. Reaching around, I grab his tight, firm ass, pulling him forward until his hard cock grazes my throbbing pussy. Unable to resist any longer I fist his thick length and stroke him while guiding him toward my entrance at the same time, showing him what I need from him
    "You don't have to rush, baby. We've got all night," he says.  
    I shush him because now I am in a hurry. "I want you," I say against his lips. My body shakes with need like never before after he set off the first explosive orgasm. I'm lost to the amazing sensations pulsing through me. It’s like everywhere he kisses me or caresses me catches my skin on fire. But I want more. I want his heavy shaft that I'm holding moving inside of me, completely filling the aching emptiness.
    "Hell yes. I can't wait to get inside you, but are you sure?" he asks softly.
    "Yes."
    His body lowers, then one of his hands lifts my foot to remove my heel on one and then