Page 82 of No Fear
He kissed her again and slowly, after several long minutes, he felt the tension in her body begin to relax beneath him. Her lips were warm and soft against his. Pliant, receptive, but he could feel that she was still holding back. There was a part of her that she was still keeping from him, afraid that if she gave it to him and he left her that she might never be whole again. What he had to prove to her was that neither of them were going to be whole until she trusted him completely.
He nuzzled her jaw, back to her ear, “I love the way you taste.”
“H-h-how?”
As much as he hated when she stuttered with him he smiled as he nipped at her ear. She moaned and arched up into him. Her soft curves pressing against him. Any reaction was better than the paralyzing fear of earlier. If he had to use their chemistry to prove to her that she was his, then so be it.
“You taste like mine.” He kissed down her neck to the swell of her breast, “Like you were made to drive me mad. Everything about you makes me crazy. The way you taste, the way you look, the way you respond to me.” He licked her nipple, “The way you need me.”
“R-Remy…”
“Shhh, no talking. Not right now. Right now, you’re simply going to let me take care of you… because that’s what you do when you love someone. And I love you Rachel. So much.”
“Bu…”
He captured her mouth again and groaned when her tongue licked him. His own stroked forward before he could remind himself that he was supposed to be going slow. The taste of her had been slowly rolling through him but this was a direct punch to his gut and he couldn’t help but push his hips down against her. Rocking against her softness until she pressed up again and he remembered this was about more than getting off.
Remy broke the kiss, “Let me love you, Rach.”
He slid a hand down her body before she could respond and found her wet folds. She jerked, a shaky breath escaping, as he slid down to her clit and then circled it mercilessly. He stared down at her, watching the way her eyes widened and then squeezed shut, the way she bit into her lip and whimpered when he pressed just right. He slid a finger inside her and her hips jerked up, wanting him deeper and he obliged, all the while watching her face for reactions.
He was paying attention for any hesitation on her part but he didn’t find any. She didn’t pull away from him. She arched closer, wanting more, needing more, and he would happily give it to her. He’d give her anything.
“Remy.” His name came out on a breathy moan, her head thrown back, eyes shut, all but pleading.
“Damn, the way you react for me… I love it. Love the way you open up for me, always so needy. You don’t just want me. You need me.” He nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth, “Say it. Say you need me.”
“I-I-I…” Rachel let out a keening cry when he flicked her clit, “I need you. Please, Remy.”
He kissed her as his fingers worked their way inside her, driving her higher. Their mouths were meeting in hurried, panted breaths now. His cock ached to take the place of his fingers but he refused to press inside her until… shit, he couldn’t hardly remember what the point of all this was. He only knew that he’d had one and it was more important than what his dick wanted.
“You’re beautiful. So goddamn beautiful.” He groaned as he flexed his fingers deep and she cried out as she arched against him, “Tell me you love me. That you believe I love you.”
Rachel let out a heaving sob and when he met her gaze he saw that tears fell from her eyes, “I love you. I love you so much.”
Remy froze, his heart constricting at the sight of her tears. Her words sounded right but the tears, they were all wrong. This hadn’t been the way to go about this. He could see that now. He was pushing again, too hard and too fast. She was too fragile and she was already broken. He would shatter her if he wasn’t careful.
He pulled away but Rachel let out a wailing cry and grabbed his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin, scratching him until he was sure he was probably bleeding. He didn’t care about that, didn’t care about his pain. He was fully focused on hers.
“Baby…”
“No.” Rachel wiped at her eyes with the back of one hand, “Don’t leave me, Remy.”
“Never.”
The one word came easily and he leaned down, kissing the tear track marks on her cheeks and down her temples. She shuddered against him, holding him close, and he let out a shaky breath. He didn’t know what would hurt her more, if he stopped or if he kept going, so he left it up to her.
“Make love to me.”
“Rach..”
“I need you, Remy.” Her bottom lip wobbled, “P-p-please.”
He had never been able to deny her anything so he leaned down and kissed her again. He could taste the saltiness of her tears and wasn’t entirely certain his own weren’t there between them too. When he broke the kiss this time, he trailed his lips down her neck. He kissed a path to her breasts and then teased her nipples, making her squirm.
She palmed his head, “Remy…”
He slid down the bed and buried his face between her legs, cutting her words off into a keening cry. He licked her and relished her taste. God he loved the way she tasted. She was wet and swollen and he momentarily wondered if she was sore from the night before. She’d been a virgin and he’d taken her more than once throughout the night. But when she tilted her hips up and cried his name again he forgot about asking if she was okay and simply buried his tongue inside her.
