Page 46 of Red Ruin
Doesn’t care that his shadow tongues have me so sensitive that the huff of his breath shakes my calves.
“Remy.Ohf—” I push at the clawed hand still pressing my stomach, possessively holding me down. “Remington.Enough. Talk to me.”
He releases my hand, but his shadows don’t stop fucking me.
Trembling, I fight upright, pushing his shoulders away and using my soul to enforce the command.
He finally pulls out his tongues.
I gasp at the sudden emptiness.
Remy gazes from between my knees with black eyes, sucking my juices from his shadows as they curl back into his mouth. His pretty face is mostly back to human, just a little too sharp—ears pointed, fangs glittering, and a predatory glint in his chasm-black eyes.
“Darling.” He stares at my swollen center like he’s studying to paint a canvas. “Your pussy is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I shudder.
From one-word caveman to fuckingthat?
Unfair.
“Hold still.” I smash his cheeks between my palms to check his status without five to ten orgasms interrupting my workflow.
“I feel sublime,” Remy says dreamily, licking glistening lips. “You must be my fated Guide?”
Well,eff.
We’ve got short-term memory loss.
I hold my breath as I feel into his meridians.
I’ve combed a snarled layer off the top-most tangle in Remy’s magic veins, but his body’s still a fucking mess. Especially the orgy of black spider webs turning his brain into a lacy black hole.
The old damage is too dense to tackle all at once. I hit the cold, longing emptiness inside him and pull away before I lose myself in the stubborn desire to heal it all now.
I’ll burn out if I try to fix Remy in one shot.
“I’m Iris Ashbourne,” I reintroduce myself as I stroke his cheekbones with my thumbs. “I’m an S-class Guide, and I’ve taken command of the Farguard. You’re one of my Sentinels.”
“One of?” His eyes flash red. “I disagree.”
“Easy.” I brush his energy, soothing the hedgehog spike of silks. They shudder at my touch, then flatten, suddenly cooperative.
He closes his rolled back eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you, and you’re not going to hurt me. Remember?” I stroke him, hoping that the next time Remy forgets my name, he’ll still be able to remember my touch.
“Ah. That. I’d like to make you a promise.” His fangs drop as he grins. “But I seem to be a little out of my mind.”
“A little?” I squish his cheeks.
Remy’s thoughts slide south as he hungrily stares down my dripping slit. “A drink should address the problem.”
“Later.” My legs are noodles, and healing Remy is a marathon, not a sprint. “After breakfast.”
I reach for my robe. It’s going to be a busy day, and I need to get him and Vhex?—
I freeze. “Where’s Vhex?”
