Page 76 of Red Ruin
Our silks are so intertwined, Remy has to feel my sincerity.
I genuinely want to make him feel better.
I need some fucking help.
Remy pants with every brush.
He’s getting close.
Shaking, he cups my face in both hands. His eyes spin black and red, drawing me in. Even his silks clutch like he’s stroking his own treasure.
I look away.
We’re connected deep enough.
No matter how gently Remy caresses, he can’t turn this guiding session into something that it’s not.
“Sentinel.” I pump faster, shivering as his cock twitches.
“Guide,” he rasps.
That’s what I am.
I pluck the thread of a wicked tangle as his body tightens. “You’re ready. Come for me.”
Remy tips me back into a kiss so deep, he breathes directly from my lungs. My hand falters, but he’s too far gone to care.
He twitches.
I gasp and break the kiss, catching his release in my palm.
It feels surprisingly cool.
Or maybe the air is too hot?
Sweating, I stroke Remy through smaller waves of shudders.
His energy is far from healed, but his meridians are the clearest they’ve been yet. “Anyone home?”
“Iris.” Remy smooths my hair and cups my skull.
Now he remembers?
Hyper-conscious of my sticky fingers, I pull away from his arms. “Can you drop the shadows? If Vhex?—”
“Darling.” He yanks me back to his chest. “Let him burn.”
“I’ll accept Guide or Commander. NotDarling.” I push him off one more time, stubbornly wiping his own come all over his black shirt. “And he’s going to burn us first.”
Sweat rolls down my back. Remy’s shadow bubble is turning into a kiln.
Vhex must be trying to bake us out.
“Remington Azrid.” I grab his collar. “Get your shit together.”
His nose wrinkles, and his aura shifts.
Finally.
