Remorse (Rhodes #0.5) - Rina Kent Page 0,5

all over.

As if the onslaught of his wicked tongue isn’t enough, Arthur’s hand trails down to the curve of my hip and to the apex of my thighs. His finger dips inside me, and my entire body jolts with the force of it.

It’s been so long.

Arthur lifts his head, eyes darkening when moisture coats his hand. His digit moves in and out in a ravenous rhythm. Another finger follows the first, re-enacting the torturous pattern.

“Arthur…” I croak, my stomach tightening.

“Say my name again.”

“Arthur…” I’m breathless and molten. The words barely leave my mouth.

His grip tightens around my wrists as his eyes shine with a sheen of possessiveness and adoration. His thumb finds my clit, and he rubs the sensitive spot with an enchanting determination. My walls clench.

Waves of ecstasy crush into me. My head rolls back, and I scream his name. The constriction he has on my wrists adds to the endless shocks of arousal. They carry through me for what seems like an eternity.

When I come down from the daze, Arthur still has his fingers seated deep inside me. His darkened eyes are watching me with that satisfied, primal gleam, but there’s something else.

A vulnerability. A hunching in his broad shoulders.

His clutch on my wrists tightens more, refusing to let me go. It’s like he’s afraid I would leave again.

I’m so confused and pleased right now, I can’t think straight. The only thing I know for sure is that I want and miss him like no one is supposed to miss another human being. Worse, the feelings I always had for him might have strengthened during this separation.

My gaze dips to the straining in his boxer briefs. My tongue darts out to lick my lower lip. “Arthur, please.”

The smouldering in his intense eyes knocks the breath out of me. “Please what?”

“Please make me yours.”

All tension leaves his shoulders. A low grunt rips from the back of his throat as he pushes his boxers down. He’s all hard and lean and man. I’ve never seen anyone who rivalled his raw, masculine beauty.

Not that I’ve been looking.

He crawls atop of me, imprisoning me between his thighs. He then parts my legs and settles between them. Anticipation builds inside me like a fire that’s slowly but will surely burn me out. Hot lips trail kisses on my throat, my mouth, and along my breasts. His erection teases my wet folds until I’m a squirming mess beneath him.

With a shaky sigh, he releases my wrists.

For the first time since I’ve known Arthur, since he first touched me and ruined me for everyone else, he doesn’t restrain my wrists above my head or behind my back.

“You’re the only one I would allow to touch me like this, Eva.” There’s a slight vulnerability in his hungry gaze as he lifts my palm and places it on where his heart rests. The thundering beat underneath my fingers almost matches mine.

I run my hands from his rock hard muscles to his back and to his face while he watches with that blazing expression. I know how much he needs control. It means a lot that he trusts me enough to let me explore him.

He’s finally opening the door for me. It took years, long wretched years of separation, but he’s allowing me to touch him to my heart content – as I always asked to.

I sit up and trail kisses on his neck, letting my mouth linger for a moment. My lips draw a path from his collarbone and to his pectoral muscles. They flex under my mouth, and a rumble rips from his chest. Revelling in his reaction, I use my tongue to draw circles on his nipples. A shudder goes through his body, and he twitches at my entrance.

That’s when I know his patience is running low. As much as I love exploring him, my patience isn’t boding that well either.

Arthur leans over and cages my face with his warm hands. The deep swirl of his dark eyes implores mine, and he doesn’t seem like searching for my secrets. Instead, he’s letting me in on his.

He’s really opening up. Isn’t he?

A surge of happiness I haven’t felt in years engulfs me like a warm glow on a peaceful morning.

“Eva,” he rasps in that tone that melts my insides. “Do you have any clue how much I missed you? I thought I would go mad.”

“I missed you, too. So, so much.”

Tears form in my eyes as all those nights I spent alone slam back into me.