Page 75 of Red Ruin
Pushing away from Remy’s suctioning grip, I kick my feet. He lets me drop to the floor.
I wobble thanks to the cold gap between my thighs.
My pussy throbs.
She was enjoying the monster manhandling.
Sorry, girl.
This isn’t about you.
“Give me your lips,” I order.
For once, Remy obeys.
He dips to meet me.
I kiss him soft and slow, so much more confident when I’m the one in control.
I trust myself.
Not anyone else.
Not anymore.
Kissing him and stroking his soul, I undo his belt, then slip into his pants.
His shadows twirl my fingers.
I follow the slopes of his tight muscles downward but falter at my goal.
His dick hangs against his thigh.
“It’s…soft?
“Not enough blood.”
“Oh.”Right. Vampire. Monster genes have all kinds of effects.
Remy chuckles. “You won’t be left unsatisfied.”
Shadows gather at his base. They spiral tight, forming a unicorn-horn of a cock-sleeve that lifts him hard and fast to fill my palm.
“Wasn’t worried about that.” Shivering, I stroke his new attachment.
The shaft is iron when I squeeze. When I lighten up, the shadows turn smoky. My fingers pass through his sheathe to brush the contrasting softness of the velvet skin beneath.
A non-Newtonian cock.
I didn’t know I needed that.
“Does it feel good?” I ask, playing through the smoke.
Remy’s abs ripple.
“Divine,” he rasps.
“Then relax.” I stroke his cock as I pick apart his knots. “I’ll take care of you.”
