King of the Underworld (RJ Kane)

Chapter 356

Sephie

That night, once Adrik and I were alone in our bedroom, he was working to undo my pants as I was

trying to quickly get my contacts out of my eyes. They were helpful and kept me from worrying about

anyone seeing something they shouldn’t, but I was finding that I didn’t like wearing them for long

periods. They made my eyes itch.

I was giggling at him trying to get my pants off while I was distracted. “You’re going to make me drop

one of these things and then I’m screwed,” 1 said, trying to hurry and be careful at the same time.

“I’ll have them make you extras when we get home,” he said as he knelt down to slide my pants down

my legs. “At least we know you won’t need to worry about my father seeing anything. It’ll probably Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

make him love you even more. Aleksei, too. He was surprisingly okay with our conversation this

afternoon.”

1 laughed. “I think your father has been waiting a very long time to have that conversation.” I pulled the

second contact out and put it in the container. I turned around to face Adrik, rubbing my eyes. He took

advantage of my hands being busy and picked me up, setting me on the bathroom

counter.

“I think my father is just as in love with you as the rest of us,” he said. His hands were roaming over my

body as he waited for me to stop rubbing my eyes so he could pull my shirt off.

“Told you. He’s a cheeseball in there,” I said, laughing. When I pulled my hands from my eyes, he

quickly pulled my shirt over my head and then his lips were on mine.

“Enough talking,” he said, smiling against my lips. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer

to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me as he su cked my bottom lip into

his mo uth, biting down on it gently. It caused me to inhale sharply, my desire for him coming on

strongly. I pushed my hips into him, feeling that he was completely aroused already. His warm hands

made quick work of my bra, throwing it over his shoulder. He placed his hands over each breast, gently

squeezing as he deepened the kiss. I moaned quietly in his mo uth, loving the trail of fire that spread

over my body when he touched me.

His hands moved down to my hips, pulling me even closer to him. I smiled as he ripped my panties off.

“That’s why I brought extras,” I said, laughing. He was smiling as he kissed down the side of my neck.

My breaths were quicker as he teased all my favorite spots with his mo uth. I was so completely lost in

what he was doing that he was still completely clothed. I momentarily snapped out of my euphoria and

started to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped me.

“I won’t be able to control myself if you take my clothes off and I want to take my time,” he said, his

voice husky with desire. As he said it, his lips were against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin lightly. I

could feel his stubble against my skin, loving the contrast between the softness of his lips. and the

roughness of his facial hair. A small moan escaped my lips as I felt him push all of his desire to me.

He knew that I struggled to control myself when he pushed his desire onto me. It was so overwhelming

that it almost consumed me. I made an attempt once more to get his shirt off, but he took both hands in

his. “I will hold you down if I have to,” he said firmly, his lips right by my ear. His words were an

unexpected turn on. My hips pressed into him involuntarily as my need for him grew. He looked at me

for a moment. I recognized the look that meant my eyes were changing. He let go of my hands, his

warm hands once again leaving a trail of fire everywhere they touched.

One hand went to the back of my neck, pulling me to him. His lips found mine once again as his other

hand moved between my legs. As soon as I felt his fingers in my wetness, I moaned. His touch was

light, at first. Too light. I wanted more. His fingers worked slowly, exploring my pu ssy. I pushed my hips

into him, trying to get more pressure, more friction. He groaned into my mo uth. “You’re always so

eager,” he said, quietly. He pulled back slightly so he could look at me, his s*xy smirk on his face. He

knew he was driving me crazy. He was clearly enjoying it.

Just as I was about to say something, he pushed two fingers inside me roughly. Instead of words

coming out of my mo uth, I moaned loudly. He chuckled as he leaned in and kissed my neck again. He

pulled his fingers out and went back to exploring lightly. He stopped briefly, putting his hands on my

hips. He pulled me to the edge of the counter, his hands holding my thighs that were still wrapped

around him. He put his hand in between my breasts and pushed me back lightly before pressing my

knees up toward my shoulders.

He knelt down in front of me, putting my feet on his shoulders. I had to lean back on my arms to keep

from falling against the mirror. He kissed my inner thighs, taking his time, clearly still enjoying my

torture. I felt his warm breath as his tongue started to explore where his fingers had previously been.

His lips wrapped around my cl*t, su cking lightly. I ran my hand through his hair as he worked his

tongue back and forth. I could feel myself starting to slowly build, but I still needed more. I grabbed his

hair in my fist, trying to push his head toward me. He understood, increasing the

pressure. I felt him slide his fingers inside me once more, curling upward, as his tongue continued to

work over my cl*t.

My breaths were coming quick, moans escaping as he pushed me closer to the edge. Each time I

moaned, he increased the pressure of both his tongue and his fingers until I finally couldn’t take

anymore and crashed over the edge. His fingers didn’t stop as I rode out my o*gasm. He stood up, his

lips crashing into mine.

He didn’t stop me when my hands went to unbutton his shirt. I worked feverishly to get it off, along with

his pants. His fingers were still inside me, pushing me toward another o*gasm. He only briefly stopped

to let his shirt fall to the floor before slamming back into me. I was close enough to another o*gasm that

all I could do was hold on to his shoulders as his fingers f**ked me. When he felt my o*gasm start, he

put his hands on my hips. and slammed into me with his co ck instead of his fingers. It was exactly

what I needed. I was trying not to scream as he slammed into me repeatedly, pulling my hips toward

him each time he thrust into me.

I grabbed his neck, kissing him to help m*ffle my loud cries of pleasure. I was breathing so hard at this

point that I had to break the kiss as he was unrelenting in his rhythm. I felt his lips on my neck, then I

felt his teeth as he bit down a little harder than usual. It sent waves of pleasure throughout my body.

Much like I couldn’t control myself when he pushed his desire onto me, he struggled to control himself

when I pushed my pleasure onto him when I was having an o*gasm. He was learning to get a handle

on it, but only sometimes. Because he spent so long teasing me this time, my o*gasm was especially

intense so I decided to return the favor and shared it all with him. I’d learned that I could regulate how

much I shared with him, to help him learn to control it. I didn’t hold back this time. Turnabout is fair play,

after all.

I heard him groan. “F**k, Sephie,” he said as he increased the intensity even more. His thrusts came

harder and faster. I knew he was feeling everything I was. I also knew he wouldn’t be able to last much

longer. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, the walls of my pu ssy clamping down on him as he kept

drilling into me. He grabbed me roughly, his fingers digging into my hips. I loved when he lost control. I

loved being able to make him lose control. I felt another o*gasm start before the previous one was

completely done. His grip got tighter, his thrusts harder and I finally felt him explode inside me as I was

coming down.

He grabbed my face in both hands, kissing me roughly. Both of us trying to catch our breath. He picked

me up off the counter and walked us both to the shower. We were both sweaty. “At least I won’t feel

bad about sk*pping cardio tomorrow,” he said as he turned the water on. His arms kept a hold of me,

not wanting to let go just yet. He stood to the side of the water stream until it warmed up. His hands

roaming over my back, his lips on mine. I’ was happy to stay in his arms for as long as he wanted to

keep me there.