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.

me a moment before I felt that same intense desire again, only magnified this time. I couldn’t fight it. Not that I wanted to. My lips desperately found his. His > hands were leaving a trail of fire across my body already. I moaned, enjoying the warmth returning to my body. He stopped to look at me, a questioning look

rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. His palm rested against my cheek, sending waves 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

coming faster as my body temperature increased beneath his hands. I felt his lips on my neck, causing 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 in the feeling. I was putty in his hands. His mo uth left a trail of fire down my neck, following his hands. He was kissing, licking, and biting his way over my

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

into his shoulders. I felt like I couldn’t hang on, even though he was barely moving. I heard him Inhale sharply when I dug my nails into his shoulder. His

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,

is that what

part?” I

“The end.”

although it was way more intense this time. The beginning was not normal. I’ve never felt that before. I’m guessing it was good for you?” I asked, leaning

a deep breath in. “That was amazing. I’ve never felt

say the same thing. You made me

“Really?”