King Of The Underworld by RJ Kane
Chapter 34 (Sephie)
Adrik took me to his bedroom. As he closed the door, he untucked his shirt from his pants. He walked to me as he unbuttoned his shirt. I sat on the end of the bed, enjoying the show. With his signature smirk, he leaned down and k*issed me as he took his shirt completely off. He stood and disappeared in his closet.
“What did you want to discuss with me?” I asked loud enough that he could hear in his closet.
He didn’t answer right away. He walked out in a pair of jeans that looked well worn. He left them unbuttoned, so they were sitting lower than usual on his h*ips, giving me an almost complete view of that lower ab V that he had. I inhaled sharply, biting my bottom l*ip without realizing I was doing it. He threw his t-shirt on a dresser and walked to the end of the bed, directly in front of me. He pulled me up, so I was standing in front of him. He took one of my h*ands and placed it behind his n*eck, doing the same with my other h*and. He ran his h*ands down my back to my a*ss. In one quick motion, he picked me up and wrapped my legs around him. I squealed and held on tighter. My h*ips were just above his, which meant he was eye level to my b*oobs. He pressed his face into my c*hest, mumbling, “I could get used to this.”
I laughed, trying to wiggle away from his face in between my b*reasts. One h*and s*lid under my shirt and up my back. I froze for an instant as his h*and touched my bare skin. There had not been many people to actually touch my back since I had been scarred. He noticed my uneasiness. His h*and stopped moving, but he didn’t remove it. His thumb just traced small circles while he held his h*and against my back. I was fighting to remain calm. His warm h*and felt amazing against my skin, but I was so self-conscious that I couldn’t completely relax. I was so used to keeping that part of myself locked away tight.
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“Look at me, Sephie,” he said, barely above a whisper. I looked into his eyes. His eyes were dark blue again. I searched his eyes, looking for the slightest change, but still found nothing. He was looking at me just as intensely as he always had. As I was looking at him, his h*and started moving across my scars again.
“Keep looking at me, Sephie. Breathe,” he said, gently running his h*and up and down my back. I exhaled, not realizing I was holding my breath. Still holding me, he climbed on the bed so that I was now lying underneath him. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his other h*and still on the bare skin of my back. “I missed you today,” he said, placing small k*isses down my n*eck to my collarbone.
I felt tears threatening to well up in my eyes. I felt a massive wave of relief come over me. I sighed, closing my eyes. I felt his l*ips on mine. I could feel him holding back, unsure of my m e n t a l state. As soon as his l*ips touched mine, I wrapped myself around his b*ody. I k*issed him like he was the air I needed to breathe.
He responded in kind. G*roaning into my m*outh, his h*ands started to roam freely over my b*ody, exploring every inch. My breathing quickened when he unbuttoned my jeans. He pulled on them to undo the zipper, his f*ingers immediately tracing lightly across the top of my panties. I felt his f*ingers s*lide inside the fabric, s*liding lower between my legs. I m*oaned quietly as I broke the k*iss, needing air. He moved to my n*eck, biting me lightly as his h*and fully s*lid into my w*etness.
He g*roaned, “f*uck, Sephie.” His f*ingers traced lightly back and forth, causing me to m*oan and push my h*ips into him. He added more pressure but kept up the back and forth. My h*ips moving with his motions. His l*ips pressed to mine again. I k*issed him deeply. As I felt his t*ongue push into my m*outh, he s*lid a f*inger inside me. He s*lid his f*inger out and then added a second as he went back in. I arched my back and m*oaned louder. He kept a steady rhythm with his h*and, my h*ips moving against him. He kept his m*outh on mine as he pushed me closer to the edge. As I got closer, I pushed into him harder. He increased his rhythm, driving me wild. It didn’t take long before my b*ody exploded into pure bliss.
He slowly s*lid his f*ingers out of me, causing my b*ody to jerk slightly. He smiled before k*issing my n*eck once more. He brought his f*ingers to his l*ips and s u c k e d my juices off his f*ingers. I covered my face in embarrassment. He pulled my shirt up and k*issed my stomach. “You taste heavenly, solnishko. I want more,” he said as he bit my h*ip bone. “But first, we must eat dinner. Otherwise, I won’t be able to hear your sweet m*oans over your stomach growling.”
I laughed. Looking up at him, I reached up and traced my f*ingers lightly over his almost beard. He leaned into my touch, k*issing my palm before letting me continue. “I missed you today too,” I said. “Wait, didn’t you say you had something to discuss with me?”
He chuckled. “We just discussed it. We’ll have to revisit it again later, though, as we couldn’t come up with a solid solution.” He sat up on his knees, rolling me on my side. He slapped my a s s once before climbing off the bed.
“Come, I’m hungry. Let’s go ruin Andrei and Tori’s time together,” he said as he pulled on his shirt.
“Diabolical. I love it.” I jumped off the bed, straightening my clothes. I reached up to pull my hair into a bun, as I was’ sure it was even more of a mess than usual.
He chucked his t*ongue and pulled my arms down. “I love your hair wild and untamed.”
I smiled at him, still wondering what I did to deserve him, as we started downstairs to the kitchen.