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He withdrew, gauging her reactions. When she didn’t flinch, he pressed home again. And then withdrew again. And then pressed home again.

Soon they were developing a rhythm. The pacing was different than it’d been with Sissy because Remy’s reactions were different. The things that made her feel good were different. Soon, however, he could read her more accurately. Touch her here, apply pressure there. A nip of the teeth here, a dart of his tongue there.

Her breath quickened.

Now, now, now.“Let go, sweetheart, don’t fight it.” He urged her hips higher so he could sink deeper.

When she gave in, he followed, not holding back his cry of satisfaction.

Chapter forty-four

“Imustbeheavy.”

Remy tried to decode the words being whispered in her ear. When she felt him trying to pull back, she held tighter. She wanted to hold on a bit longer. She needed the reassurance a bit more. Even as her body cooled from its overheated state, her mind kicked back into gear. He’d warned her she might not climax. He should’ve warned her he could wring two orgasms from her within a few minutes.

The first climax had surprised in speed—but the second had shocked in intensity.

“Remy, it’s okay to let go.”

She gazed into his eyes, confused.

“I’m going to shift off of you, but I’ve got you, okay?”

She nodded.

He maneuvered off her but kept holding her close. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then released a long breath. “That was…” He cleared his throat and tried again. “That was really good.”

“Just good?”

He tipped her chin toward him, soft brown eyes conveying a message. “Okay, fucking amazing, but I want to know how you are.”

“A little stunned.” And more, if she was honest with herself.

“That’s not very helpful.”

He needs to know.Oh, he wasn’t asking because his ego needed stroking. He was asking because he needed to know what was going on inside her. She took a breath, seeking her inner communicator.

“I won’t lie.” She blushed at the memory. “At first it hurt. I wasn’t expecting that much pain—I mean it’s not like I was a virgin.”

“Maybe not, but five years is a long time. I tried to prepare you.”

“That was what the first orgasm was for, wasn’t it?”

His brown eyes were serious. “I hoped it’d make it easier. I feel like I was a little rough.”

“No.” She said the word sharply. “It felt weird. Remember, I’ve never felt that sensation before. I’ve never, well, you know. At least not so I’d remember.”

“You tensed up.”

“Yeah, I did. But you were great.”

“Remy—”

“No, you were so patient. I feared you’d get fed up with me.”

“As if.” He scoffed at the notion. “I could never get frustrated with you.”

He wouldn’t. He showed kindness with the girls, so it was only logical that caring should extend to her. Expressing such compassion wasn’t necessary, but it sure helped.

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