Page 162 of Forever Never
“This is the last time,” he promised, gritting out the words as he used his hips to pin hers down.
She wanted to argue with him. Wanted to stop him and be the one to walk away. She wanted to prove him wrong. But all of those things fell a distant second to the need inside her. The need to be dominated by him. Taken by him. Marked by him. That took precedence.
She bucked against him, half-heartedly trying to twist away. But he simply spread her thighs wide and yanked her thong to the side.
Digging her heels into the floor, she tried once more to dislodge him and was thrilled when he didn’t budge. His hand connected with the back of her thigh, delivering a stinging slap.
Their gazes locked a split second before he lunged into her. Claiming her.
“Brick!”
He didn’t answer her cry of ecstasy. Just drove into her tight sex again and again, forcing her to take more of him each time, until finally every inch of him was sheathed inside her. Their bodies slid and scraped across the floor.
Even then, he didn’t stop.
Quivering around him, she was primed to come, and each masterful thrust, each aggressive entry, pushed her closer to the edge.
This solved nothing. This only served to further complicate things. But even knowing that, even knowing she was reinforcing Brick’s fear, Remi couldn’t stop herself from crying his name as they fought like two storm systems clashing for dominance.
He powered into her, setting a wild pace that was nothing like the measured man he was outside the bedroom. He was lost in her, and she had two choices—to either fight it or to give in and lose herself, too.
“My beautiful girl.” He punctuated each word with a thrust. “My Remi. I love you.”
A sob broke free from her chest. There was something so beautiful, so final about the way he touched her.
His eyes went glassy as he drove into her core. Again and again. A man on a mission, punishing them both for their need.
Even angry with her, even wanting to end things, hestillcouldn’t help himself. There was a delicious thrill in that. It made her feel powerful, desired, craved. With impatience, he yanked her legs higher on his hips, changing the angle of his entry.
He was still fully dressed. Together they writhed on the floor in a race to find the promised fulfillment.
He shoved her shirt up, baring her breasts, and groaned as he dipped his head to suck one nipple into his mouth. She saw stars and fireworks and explosions behind her eyes as he worked her body toward the finish line.
“You will come. Now,” he said through gritted teeth. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. “Give it up to me, Remi. Give me what I need. One last time.”
One breath she was suspended somewhere between pleasure and pain, the next she was hurtling into the darkness as she erupted around him in the disorienting annihilation of her orgasm. He was her center, her anchor, tethering her to the pleasure that threatened to wreck her.
He grunted his pleasure, burying his face in her neck. “Good girl. I love you so fucking much.”
She couldn’t answer, couldn’t respond. So she did the only thing she could, closed around his shaft. He tensed against her, breath frozen in his lungs, energy stalling in his muscles. She felt his release in her very depths. The hot shock as he let it loose inside her, spurting in agonized ecstasy. It was a miracle. An art form. A joining that could never be undone no matter how far she ran away. No matter how much he denied it. They were forever linked by this act.
“Remington!” he shouted.
Every muscle in her body participated in the detonation even as he continued to plunder, to curse her, to both treasure and torture her.
As he poured himself into her, he continued to fuck her through her own never-ending release. He whispered the words over and over again. “I love you. I love you.”
She held on to him tight, wrapping her arms around him and holding on. He’d gone and done it again. Broken her fucking heart, but this time it was different. This time she had the truth. She just didn’t know what to do with it.
He thought she’d used him. Thought she’d drift out of his life like his mother had. It devastated her. And pissed her off. Long minutes later, she was still in a puddle of confusion and physical satisfaction on the floor when Brick got to his feet. He was still half-hard, a feat that defied biology.
“Lock the door behind me,” he said as he tucked himself back into his pants.
“Are you serious? You’re leaving?”
“I told you. This was the last time. Lock the fucking door, Remington.”
She managed to maneuver herself into a sitting position just in time to watch him walk out her door without a backward glance.
