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

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    When he touches the tender spot on the outside of my right ankle I yelp and slap my own hand over my mouth.
    "Did you twist it earlier?"
    "Yes."
    His soft, damp lips press a gentle kiss on my ankle before placing a few more up my calf, heading to the inside of my thighs while his hands stay busy tugging off my suit. Once it's out of the way, he's on his feet again, picking me up by my ass, so that I can wrap my legs around his waist, keeping my back braced against the wall.
    After the head of his cock plunges into my weeping entrance I'm lost to everything except the sensation of his thick shaft filling me up to satisfy that throbbing needy ache. His mouth crashes down on mine, drowning out my moans of pleasure and low whimpers. I don't know what it is about him, but I feel like I have to have him inside me. Maybe it's stupid. Maybe I'll regret it tomorrow or next week when he promises to call and never does. But in this moment I'm pretty sure my life depends on having this one man.
    After giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size, he uses more force on the next thrust forward, shoving in until he can't impale me any farther while swallowing my cries. Pulling out almost all the way he rams back into me, harder and even deeper if that's possible, over and over again. I hold on to his neck and press my heels into his ass, riding the unbelievable pleasure he's giving me. I tremble in his arms with another earth shattering release. My creamy walls squeeze around his cock and hold him hostage.
    When he lifts his mouth from mine to curse softly I realize he's trying to pull out, but I'm powerless to stop the uncontrollable spasms. Once they subside, Eric withdraws to set me back down on my feet, leaving me with that incredibly empty feeling again.
    His harsh pants sound loud in the small, dark room. Although I can’t see anything, I'm pretty sure he’s fisting his cock at the moment. I don't want him to come in his hand. I want to be the one that gives him that explosive rush of ecstasy like the one he gave me. One so damn amazing that he'll never forget it.
    I let my already wobbly knees give out, sending me down on them. Removing his engorged length from his own hand, I cover it with my mouth, tasting myself on him. 
    "Yes! Fuck yes!" he exclaims when my lips seal tightly around him. If my mouth wasn't full I would shush him. Instead I swallow his cock as far as I can, sucking on his thickness in deep pulls until I taste the warm liquid pulses of his arousal. With my hands holding onto his thighs, I feel his body start to shudder. A low growl rumbles out of his chest before his fingers thread into my hair, gently guiding my movements forward and back as I finish him off.
    After he pulls away, I slump exhaustedly but content against the wall, resting my cheek on what smells earthy and is cool to the touch and smooth like concrete. I hear Eric rustling around in the small, cramped space before he lifts me up and sits me down on his naked lap, my back to his chest. One of this strong arms holds me around my waist while a blanket or some type of fabric floats down around us. I'm guessing it’s the cape from his costume.
    My head lolls back, resting comfortingly against his sweaty shoulder. Other than his wandering hand that can't seem to stay still on any one part of my skin, we both remain quiet and still in the darkness for so long I almost fall asleep. Regardless of what might be taking place on the other side of the bookcase, in here I feel safe and sound with Eric.
    The contrast from this intimate, sweet cuddling to how we just fucked like crazed bunnies is confusing. Now that the desperate lust has passed, I'm thinking clearly, which is not much fun. While I've never done anything like this before and was a virgin before my ex, Justin, this guy probably has his way with strange women on a regular basis. But the way he's holding me causes this ridiculous giddiness to well up inside of me. I don't want to be