Page 44 of Red Ruin

I stare into the pits that glow where his eyes are meant to be. “Remy.Feed.”

Vampires can move.

My skull knocks the mattress.

Dazed, I try to sit back up, but a broad, black-clawed hand drives me back and holds me, weighing down my lower belly. The sharp nails pinch but don’t break skin.

“Stay.”

My stomach swoops with his command, and the heated breath that feathers my clit.

Okay.

The one-word vocab has its charms.

Remy sinks between my legs and moans the most bestial fucking music.

“Wet.” He plunges his tongue, then curls it and licks up to my clit like he’s hollowing out a melon.

I flail through his shadows, reaching for something to grab. My fingers finally find his hair. I dig in, pulling him deeper.

Remy sucks my clit and rumbles.

The sensation curls my toes, but I think…he’s enjoying it more than I am?

Makes sense.

His energy is so tangled, I can’t possibly relax.

I bite my lip and do my best to focus while his tongue explores.

Horrific knots of toxic energy choke the meridians of his throat and stomach, but the worst snarl lives in Remy’s head.

No wonder he’s losing his shit.

His fang grazes my clit.

“Hnnh!” I contort, trying to close my thighs.

I can’t with his shadows holding me open.

It’s going to take forever to claw the real Remy back from the darkness. I’m up for the challenge if he spends our guiding sessions eating me out like he’s rabid for my cum.

Maybe I’m desperate.

Maybe I’m twisted.

But I want to look the man in the eyes andfeelhim acknowledge that I’m the one who saved him.

I want to know thathe knowsI’m the only thing standing between him and the abyss.

At least until he finds a better Guide.

I pick through Remy’s damage.

I only stop when a hard lick shatters my focus.

His tongue…

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