Page 117 of Red Ruin
Don’t think about what happens when it’s time to cut the cord.
I need to focus on the moment.
And on his big, candy cock.
His energy is so much easier to tame when I have him on his back and totally under my control.
Gripping his hot shaft, I slide his head between my lips.
With a muffled, “fuck,” Vhex bucks his hips.
Our silks weave, flirting at that edge of permanent we’ll never be able to hit. But the more Vhex pushes, the more of him I feel.
More pleasure, more pain.
Thenfear.
Not even halfway to his thick base, I pause to breathe and tease his vein.
There’s a prickle in my throat.
When I release him, his spring-loaded cock bounces back into my hand.
What does the devil have to fear fromme?
“What’s wrong?” I ask, giving him a gentle stroke.
“Nothing,” he murmurs, “I?—”
A hot tongue hits the back of my thigh.
Its long, rough lick bastes my burn wound. The unexpected jolt arches my spine.
“Ah!” The shadows unzip down my thighs. Startled by the blood flowing back into my legs, I fall forward.
I catch myself around Vhex, ending half-upside down.
Twisted and trembling, I lock gazes with two crimson eyes that glower from a mass of shadows in vaguely human shape.
A pulse thumps from my freed pussy.
I dripped to my fucking calves.
“Drink,” Remy rasps.
He’s a tentacle monster, grabbing for me with hands and silks and more wisps of shadows than I could fight off, even if I wanted to resist. His shadows cuff, then spread my ankles.
“No blood.”Not yet.I grip Vhex’s thighs and arch my back in invitation as I latch into Remy’s soul. “Everything else is yours.”
“Fucking no it’s not,” Vhex snarls and starts to buck.
“You want me to stop?” I dig my nails into his thighs as I lower my mouth.
“No,” Vhex’s voice cracks. Shuddering, he grabs my wrists to lock my grip in place. “Don’t stop.”
His soul gives one of those wobbly marshmallow quavers I’m such a fucking sucker for.
Before I can melt, Remy’stonguestake their drink.
