Chapter 184

Chapter 184

Rhye kissed Livia passionately, driving her to distraction. Their tongues danced together as easily as they had spared earlier, fighting for control and dominance, yielding and playing and taking, savouring the moment.

Every stroke turned her into liquid fire.

Dragging her up the hard line of his body, Rhye broke their kiss to trail his mouth along the column of her throat. His beard tickled her skin with every graze.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of you since I last had the honour of touching you, little witch?”

A delicious shiver caressed its way along Livia’s spine from the need in Rhye’s hoarse voice. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples hardened to points.

“I’ve thought about you, too,” she admitted.

“Have you?” Intrigue filled his baritone voice. “Have you touched yourself, Livia, since what happened in the pub? Have you thought about me while you came around your fingers?”

Livia could barely believe he’d been audacious enough to ask, but she couldn’t deny the effect his rumbling words had. She was more aware of her body in that moment than she’d been in… maybe ever.

She could feel the rapid rush of her pulse, mindful of each lungful of air she drew, intimately aware of how her clit thrummed to life, begging her to let the man she had pinned to the mat touch her again.

“Yes.” The whispered confession was soft in the stillness of the loft.

Rhye’s groan quickly followed it, breaking the serene quiet. A thrill shot through her from the rough sound. She was already wet for him, and she had no doubt he was just as ready for her, hard and aching.

“Let me touch you again.” As much of a demand as it was, it was also a question.

Livia felt safe with her gentle giant of a man. If she so much as uttered a rejection, he’d back off, no matter how much it pained him to do so.

Of this she was absolutely positive.

Rhye was as respectful a man as she’d ever met.

But, a different hunger flared to life, one she had no desire to deny. “Maybe I want to touch you,” she whispered, trailing her eyes up to his.

Smiling at the way his pupils dilated, she slowly slid down his body and settled over the steel-hard evidence of his desire. His hands never left her hips, and they tightened on her flesh when she rocked against him.

Holy hell, he’s bigger than she remembered.

Pleasantly surprised, Livia enjoyed teasing them both a moment longer before she slid farther down his body.

“Livia” he growled, and the hungry note in his voice gave her all the confidence she needed.

Her hands moved over his stomach, worshipping him slowly, her steadfast attention devouring his chiselled abs. She leaned down and kissed the hard planes, enjoying the taste of his skin.

Rhye sucked in a harsh breath at the teasing graze of her tongue over his white tattoos. Ever since she’d seen them, she’d been dying to trace them, to study them. She wanted to take her time and become intimately familiar with his body, but she didn’t stop, the hard thrum of need making her impatient.

Instead, she focused on the taut muscles of his lower abdomen as she kissed her way to the waistband of his sweats.

“Baby,” Rhye gasped when she curled her fingers beneath the fabric. “Let me please you.”

A sweet smile curved her lips. “You are. Now, shush. It’s my turn.”

His chuckle broke on a low groan as she slowly tugged his sweats down.

Livia bit her lip when she saw the tattoos continued below his pants. They trailed off to points low on his pelvic bone, almost seeming to frame his groin.

Within moments, she had him bared before her, his shaft jumping when her fingers grazed the sensitive flesh.

Poised above him, she froze at the sight that greeted her. Questions immediately flooded her mind only to get stuck on her tongue. Soon, she’d ask them, of that she was sure, but for now, she pushed them away in favor of studying the erotic sight before her.

Rhye wasn’t human. Of that, she was suddenly and absolutely positive.

She’d known or, at the very least, seriously suspected it, as much as she could without definitive proof, but it had been in an abstract way. Now, staring at the very real, very tangible confirmation of his inhumanness, Livia thought she should be unnerved, maybe even freaked out. But, the feelings uppermost were curiosity and a stunned kind of wonder.

And lust. Intense, fervent lust.

Fascinated, breathless, she took a moment to study him as she reached out tentatively to touch the velvety length.

Instead of being skin toned, his shaft was almost lavender in colour. The pale skin stretched over aching flesh as hard as steel, but it was the large knot at the base that had her eyes growing wide.

Oh my god… What would that feel like inside of me?

Was it odd that was her first thought? She didn’t know, but she owned it.

The shape of his shaft was unlike any she’d ever seen. It was thicker at the base than it was at the top, and the head was more triangular in shape with a flare at the bottom that almost seemed to pulse. Rigid veins ran through the length, creating a texture better than any dildo she’d ever purchased.

Rhye lay perfectly still beneath her, his muscles rigid with the restraint it took to be patient while she looked her fill, but he never once rushed her, didn’t shift or sigh.

Rather than scaring her, his differences excited her, making her core slick with need. She bucked against his legs. Her thighs, spread as they were while she continued to straddle him, couldn’t get any purchase. The ache in her clit intensified with the denied pressure she needed. It was like the ultimate tease, and she whimpered.

As she stared, a rivulet of precome glided thickly down his pulsing shaft. Entranced, she followed its path, her mouth watering with the sudden need to taste him.

Watching him intently, Livia leaned down and licked him in one long swipe, moaning when his sweet flavour burst in her mouth.