Page 44 of The Night Runs Red

“Very well, after someone drove me to exhaustion,” I said, turning to look at him. His eyes danced with delight, the stars in them sparkling mischievously. Gods, he was breathtaking.

“Is that so?” he murmured, leaning in. “Perhaps you need to be exhausted once more…”

I squealed as he took me in his arms. Before I could blink, he laid me gently on the bed and removed the sheet dress I’d created. He placed open-mouthed kisses along my chest, taking special care as he worshiped each breast with gentle adoration. Already, I felt my body growing malleable under his touch.

“You’re insatiable,” I panted as he sucked my hardened nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, and I couldn’t help the small whimper I let out.

“I crave those little noises, love. The ones you make when you are trying to stifle your pleasure.” His hand slid down to my center without warning, and he groaned. “You are dripping for me…”

I could do nothing but nod my head as he slowly slipped two fingers inside me and climbed down my body. Sex with him was unlike anything I’d experienced before. It was dirty, raw, and passionate. I wanted to die from the pleasure he provided.

Rion’s fingers gently curved up, massaging the spot that had my back arching off the bed and my nails digging into his back. I could still feel the raised skin from where I’d marked him last night. “Right there,” I panted. He didn’t stop, increasing the pressure until my orgasm peaked, and I screamed his name. He lapped at my release, growling with each soft mewl that left my mouth.

Rion moved up, pressing kisses along my thighs, soft tummy, and breasts until finally landing on my mouth. As I moved to return the favor, he shook his head and stopped my hand from gripping him. I quirked my brow in confusion.

Did he not want me to touch him? Had I been bad at it?

Oh gods. If I was, I’d never been told so before. Somehow, disappointing him would be worse than any other.

No, don’t be stupid, Calia. Don’t let those insecurities in.

“It is not because I do not want you to bring me to my knees, literally,” he said, smirking down at me. “But I believe your uncle is currently pulling up to our home, and I would rather not keep him waiting.”

I fought a wicked grin. Our home. The two words set flight to another pair of fluttering wings inside my chest. “What if I promise to make it quick?” I asked, moving to my knees and kissing down his bare chest.

He watched me intently as I took his cock in my hand and stroked it with increasing pressure. I teased the crown with my tongue and finally understood what he’d meant about the sounds of pleasure being such a turn-on. Every single one he made had my pussy soaked, aching for him to fill me as he had done last night. But I also wanted my mouth to be the reason he lost control. The thought had me taking him down until I gagged.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” he hissed. “You are taking my cock so well.” His fingers wound in my hair. “But you have been such a naughty girl, sucking me down while your uncle walks inside our home.”

The obscenity of his words had me craving more. He’d lit a fire inside of me I thought would never burn again. And I didn’t care who saw me on my knees for him because I was lost to whatever spell this man had cast on me. He could have brought an audience in, and I would still let him do what he wanted to my body.

His grip tightened as he lifted his hips and began fucking my mouth. Saliva dripped down his shaft as I choked, holding back tears. Rion didn’t relent, though. If anything, it only drove him to a point of no return. “I am about to come down that tight fucking throat,” he grunted, looking down at me with a sense of adoration and lust. “Is that what you want?”

There was no chance to answer as his release filled my mouth. I swallowed greedily, licking his length for every last drop. He fell back against the bed with a sated smile before motioning me forward. I crawled over his body, feeling his hands skim across my naked flesh. “Sated, husband?”

“Not when it comes to you, wife.” He smirked and pulled me in for a chaste kiss. “Now, you really must get dressed because your uncle is causing a fuss downstairs with Hendrix, and I do not want to kill your family so early on in our marriage.”

I pushed off the bed and sauntered toward his closet. My clothes were in a heap on the floor, and I had no desire to ever allow the fabric of that dress to touch me again. Rion looked at me for a long moment before walking behind me and ushering me into an enormous closet. I had never seen one so large.

“Is that right?” I asked, looking around at the shelves of nearly identical shoes and the hundreds of ties neatly rolled away behind clear glass. Overpriced suits and dress shirts lined the walls, pressed and ready for him to wear.

He gripped my chin, bringing my focus back to him. “We have an eternity together, wife. I am sure a little murder between our families is inevitable.”

I swatted his hand away, pondering his words. “It sounds as though you’re already planning it.”

“Not at all. However, history has a way of repeating itself… You are a Darrow, and I am a D’Arcy.”

“No, I’m not,” I said, crossing my arms.

He quirked a brow. “If memory serves me, and my memory is excellent, your name is Calia Darrow.”

“It was Calia Darrow.”

Rion smiled, finally catching my meaning. He stepped forward, cupping my jaw. “And what is it now, wife?”

“D’Arcy,” I breathed, skating my lips across his. I pulled back, watching the confused expression on his face. “You know, by Kallistos law and everything.”

“You little shit,” he said, laughing. He grabbed a shirt from the rack, drawing it tight between his hands before popping my ass with the fabric.

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