King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

Chapter Two Hundred Forty-Nine

Sephie

I felt Adrik stir next to me the following morning. I had moved from his chest at some point during the night and gotten under the covers. I was noticing that it happened anytime I dealt with trying to keep him calm. I was usually colder than normal the T next day. He had rolled over with me and had wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against him. I ran my fingers. lightly over his arm that was holding me tightly. He kissed the back of my shoulder. “Good morning, solnishko,” he said. He was still sleepy, so his voice was especially s*xy.

I rolled over to face him, his eyes finally opening when I kissed his lips. “You look almost as excited as I am that it’s morning again,” I said. He groaned, pulling me closer to him. He moved my leg over his hips, his hand rubbing my thigh lightly. I snuggled closer to him, my face in his chest.

“You’re not helping me want to wake up,” he said, moving his hand under his shirt I was wearing to my back. I suddenly felt an intense desire for him. He was working on talking me into morning s ex, granted. It also usually didn’t take much convincing, but this was so immediate and sudden that I knew it wasn’t mine. I leaned my head back so I could look at him. He opened his eyes, a smirk on his face. “That was me, if you were confused.”

“Is that how you normally feel or is there something special about this morning?” I asked, curious.

“It’s normal. It’s probably not even half of what I usually feel for you because I’m still tired from yesterday,” he said. He had closed his eyes again, his hand running up and down my back still.

“Jesus, how do you keep your hands off me?” I asked. He laughed loudly, pulling me closer to him.

time. I couldn’t fight it. Not that I wanted to. My lips desperately found his. His > hands were leaving

of warmth down my neck to my chest. I leaned against his hand, closing my eyes. He sat up, his lips finding mine once again. Instead of ripping his shirt off of me, like he usually did, he took his time unbuttoning his shirt while he kissed me, almost softly. Every time he touched me, I felt myself get more turned on. I couldn’t fight his intense desire that I could feel, but it somehow allowed him to take his time. Where he usually felt almost frantic about needing me, he was patient with his touch. His kiss was slow, but building. He slowly slid the shirt off

me to moan loudly. He pushed my hips up so he could get his pants off. Instead of lowering me down on to him immediately, he kept me up so his hands could roam over my entire body. Where his hands didn’t go, his mo uth did. I was completely lost

he didn’t want to hurt me. As soon as he was all the way inside me, I felt my o*gasm start. I

though he was barely moving. I heard him Inhale sharply when I dug my nails into his shoulder. His hand slid up my chest to the back of my neck. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled

hands roamed over his muscled back and shoulders. I was trying to make him feel the intense pleasure that his hands were still giving me as I explored his body. I leaned back slightly so my hands could roam over his chest as I continued to ride him hard. I caught a look of surprise as my hand passed over his chest, in the same spot that made my o*gasms so much more intense. I left my hand there, feeling his heart rate increase, as well as his breathing. I knew it was his undoing. He pushed me

that what you feel every time?”

part?” I asked,

“The end.”

normal. I’ve never felt that before. I’m guessing it was good for you?” I asked, leaning my head back to try and see his face. He loosened his grip on me enough that I could

was amazing. I’ve never felt anything

same thing. You made me almost have an o*gasm just

“Really?”