Page 151 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

Gorgeous woman and all fucking mine.

“Regrets already, chérie?”

She shakes her head and dances even farther from me when I try to reach for her, swirling around, her dark hair cascading down her back.

“I want to play tonight.”

The softly spoken words laced with desire and need flare through me, making my dick twitch. “Really? Do tell, wife. What do you have in mind?” Her silky dress hugs her body so tight it shows me the tight buds of her nipples begging to be licked, and I tap on my mouth. “Come here, love. You’re in bad need of my tongue.” She gasps at that, and her eyes roam over my form when I drop my towel to the floor, wrapping my hand around my dick and gripping it hard, letting her see the precum leaking out.

Her cheeks heat up, and desire flashes in her eyes while she squeezes her breasts in her hands, licking her lips, and I crook my finger at her. “Come here, chérie. This pussy must be soaked.”

She shakes her head from the haze and then, to my shock, unzips her dress, the silk slowly sliding down her flawless skin, opening up to a view of her beautiful body and curves that my hands are itching to touch and my mouth craves to bite.

The need to grab her and fuck her hard on the nearest surface beats at me, and I make a move toward her as she steps away from the dress flashing me her nude panties and wiggles her finger at me. “Nuh-uh.” But then she groans when I jerk my dick up and down, and a smile curves my lips.

Ah, yes.

As we both discovered, my wife is as addicted to me as I am to her, and the world burns to flames when we are around each other.

“All yours, chérie,” I tell her and wink at her. “My tongue. My fingers and my dick. Just choose and come fucking here.” I finish more harshly than I intended, but she just sends a grin my way that quickly slips away when she bites her lip as if thinking about something.

Then she sinks to her knees, and my heart fucking stops while I think I’ll come right here as she crawls toward me, begging me with her eyes to give her one thing in this life I’ve never given to anyone else.

Control.

When you grow up with nothing and learn to hide your emotions while people inflict pain on you, there is one thing you wish to have. Control over your life and body so no one will ever dare hurt you again or think they have a right to rule you.

Penelope doesn’t want to play; she wants to make love, and the idea terrifies me.

“Remi, please,” she whispers as she raises her eyes to me, completely at my mercy, but we both know the minute she wraps those lips around me, I’ll be the one begging and pleading. “I… I…” She searches for the words and then takes a deep breath of courage. “I want to show you my desire.” She avoids the word love, because it’s too soon for us.

But by this action, I know she will covet it and, worse, demand it from me, and what if I’m too fucking broken to give her that?

She found bravery in herself to choose me, so shouldn’t I give her the same?

The monster is terrified to get hurt again, but he will do anything for his woman.

Threading my fingers in her hair, I fist it hard, and she gasps, lust filling her gaze again and pure joy at my approval.

She places her hand on my dick, rubbing it from the base to the tip, making it jerk while everything inside me screams to grab her and take her to bed, but I give this time to her.

Just the sight of her on her knees, preparing to suck me, makes me wild, but then anything this woman does turns me on. I fist her hair harder, and she moans.

“What are you waiting for? Suck, chérie.”

She leans forward and sucks on the tip, swiping her tongue over it and groaning at the taste of me, shifting a little to probably rub her thighs together. She draws me in deeper, her lips a sweet torture on my dick, while her hand works in tandem, gliding up and down before squeezing the root, and I see fucking stars.

She hums in approval at my groan and leans back, my dick slipping from her lips with a loud popping sound, before she rolls her tongue out and traces it all over my sensitive skin, brushing over the vein as if wanting to memorize its shape and length.

“I love this cock,” she whispers over my flesh, her lips brushing and only adding to the fire consuming me as the need to come pushes closer. “It brings me so much pleasure.” She puts her other hand on her pussy and presses the heel of her palm on her clit, gasping, and the sound flares my blood. “It soothes the constant need right in here.” She resumes her journey to the base and then skims her tongue back, keeping her death grip on me as if staking her own claim.

My fingers dig harsher in her hair, and I warn her, “Remove your hand. Only I have the privilege to make you come.”

She moans at the command, and then I angle her head, pressing on her chin to open her mouth wider. I drive in deeper, and instantly her wet heat surrounds me, her hand still working my dick creating an unbearable combination. I can barely resist fucking her mouth hard when my dick reaches the back of her throat.

“Suck, chérie.”

She does, learning anew how to pleasure me when her hot palm slides lower and grips my balls, earning herself more precum. Her moan sends a vibration through me while a hot flush washes over me, and I rock forward a little.

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