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Eventually, however, he reached my feet, my leggings bunching there. I leaned forward slightly, resting my hands on his broad shoulders so I could lift one leg up, and then the other. I definitely felt unsteady on my own, but thankfully Remy was a pillar I could cling to.
“There you are, beautiful,” he said when I was almost completely bare. I turned my attention to my underwear, fully ready to tug them down, but he held up a single, clawed finger.With one quick motion on either side of my hips, they fell to the floor, revealing me fully to a man who looked like he wanted to devour me.
I was beginning to think it wouldn’t be half bad to be served up on a platter. As long as it was to him. Him and only him. I wasn’t experienced, but I could walk the entire earth and never find someone quite like Remy LeBeau.
“Here,” Remy said, pointing at his lap. His legs had moved closer together now so I could straddle them once again, and my pussy made direct contact with the bulge beneath the denim.
A delicious inferno of pleasure jolted through me at the contact. Perhaps if I wasn’t already so wet, it would have been too much stimulation, but I was completely consumed with the demand for more.More! More! More!
Remy’s hands found my hips once more, but this time it was different. I didn’t knowhowsomeone could grip my hipsdifferently, but that was exactly what was happening. His fingers were pressing in, and maybe if I was lucky, they’d leave the tiniest bruises to show me I hadn’t dreamed this. And his claws? They were a delicious sort of punctuation to the exultation in his eyes.
Fuck, hadanyoneever looked at me like that?
No, I didn’t think so. If they had, maybe my life would be a lot different.
But the what-ifs weren’t important. What was important was reality and the moment we were in. So, I grabbed the bits of my mind that were trying to expand beyond that and tied them back into the present. Whatever happened, I wanted to be fully there for it. Mind, body, soul.
“Come on, sweetheart. Make yourself feel good. I wanna see you fall apart before I take a lick of clothing off.” His powerful hands moved me, encouraging me to follow his motion. The drag of my swollen, dripping lips against the seam over his hard cockfelt way better than it had any right to be. It was the perfect balance between rough and anything but, and I grew wetter by the second.
I was wound so tightly that I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I picked up the pace, turning from long slides to furtive movements with no rhythm. Remy urged me on, whispering a string of filthy things in my ear.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take your pleasure. Make yourself feel good. I want to see what you look like when you come. I want you to soak through my jeans.”
“Yes, yes!” I panted, feeling that telltale fluttering beginning to happen in my lower abdomen. It would only take a few minutes.
It turned out that minutes was vastly overestimating what time I had left, because when Remy’s mouth sealed over my other nipple, sucking hard before his teeth scraped gently across the tip of it, that fluttering turned into an all-out maelstrom, and I was hit with an orgasm so hard that the rest of the world disappeared without a trace.
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, I could only hold on to his shoulders as my back arched. A truly wanting scream spilled from my throat. As a single mother, I’d long since learned to keep any of my solo bedroom activities utterly silent so a sleepy Max wouldn’t stumble into my room and ask what was wrong, but all those skills vanished, obliterated by the force of my own climax.
I would have pitched right off the bed if it weren’t for Remy’s arms wrapping around me once again, a stream of praise reaching my ears.
“That’s my good girl. Look at you, coming so perfectly for me. There you go, let yourself feel it. Feel all of it.”
My body left me no choice, and when the deluge finally ended, I slumped onto Remy, completely boneless. Holy shit. I’dnever known sex could be likethat. So raw. So intense that even breathing took a conscious effort.
“There you go, gorgeous. You were amazing,” Remy rumbled, holding me until I stopped shivering, until my nerves were no longer overloaded. Man, if I knew that sex could be like that, I probably wouldn’t have gone a whole decade without it.
It was like he could sense when I was coming back to my body, because he slowly lay back and turned so that I was the one supine on the mattress. He turned on his side, his fingers walking over my body. Sometimes stroking, sometimes lingering, but every single touch like its own sonnet written just for me.
I lay there, reveling in being so thoroughly seen and accepted, so unabashedly regarded with clear adoration. Eventually that flicker started up in my belly again. There was still so much I wanted to experience.
When his fingers traced a path up to my breasts, I grabbed his hand. He lifted one of his eyebrows, but let me move it. I brought it up to my mouth and closed my lips around one of his fingers.
He tasted of salt and a little like the dinner we’d had, which somehow made a delicious combination. I swirled my tongue around his digit, making sure to lock eyes with him. The shudder he gave was gratifying, so I popped his fingers out from my lips and tried to find the perfect words.
I didn’t know if they were quiteperfect, but they were mine.
“It’s your turn, handsome.”
Chapter 22
Remington
The Heaven Within
“It’s your turn, handsome.”
Those words echoed through my head, a bullwhip crack against everything surging within my mind. My bear was nearly fully out, proud, protective, and demanding that Ibreed—breed like I hadn’t been allowed to since the doctors told us Zara’s body couldn’t handle another pregnancy.
