Page 39 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

He swallows my moan, opening me wider for him as he slips his tongue inside, roaming and exploring, claiming the territory as if it’s his given right, so no one else will dare to kiss me again.

Each lick and flick entices my tongue to play with his, drawing me closer to him and getting myself lost in his embrace while heat envelops me, the bliss calling my name and telling me that nothing will ever be the same.

My life will forever be divided—before and after Remi Reyes—and somehow the after part holds hidden pleasure in it that I need with maddening intensity, as it has the power to set me free to experience things I’ve only heard about but never felt.

In his arms, with his mouth owning mine, I’m not the frigid ice queen but the hot-blooded woman desperate for his touch that welcomes his possessive tendencies and the kiss that’s akin to cuffs he wants me to attach to him.

Almost communicating to me that he will never let me go and I’ve doomed myself by deciding to indulge in carnal sins.

Our tongues duel, fighting for dominance with him winning, and I arch my back, letting him deepen the kiss as I grip his shirt hard before slipping my hands to his chest, groaning at the hot muscles that flex and his heartbeat beneath.

Sliding them up, I tear my mouth away when I reach puckered skin, reminding me of scars, and gasp only to moan again when he pulls me back for one more kiss while I thread my fingers in his hair, bringing him closer to me.

This time around, there is nothing gentle about the kiss. We are hungrily devouring one another while a thousand sensations hit me from every corner, swaying me in different directions, demanding the burning need inside me to be sated.

We both groan when he hikes me up, my legs wrapping around him, and my core comes in direct contact with his hard-on. He spins us around, taking us somewhere. Since my lungs scream for oxygen, I throw my head back and gulp much-needed air as he sucks on my neck hard, pulling at the skin, which will bear his mark all over it.

And in this moment, the idea thrills me as everything female in me screams in pleasure for everyone to see it.

Because for this man, I’m the center of his attention right now, and he mutes all the voices in my head that tell me how to act, what to feel, what to wish, or who to find.

In this moment, I’m just Penelope, who is wanted for who she is, and this magnificent man desires me so much he doesn’t mind the whole world seeing it.

He uncovers a hidden part of me, the daring and sensual one that has been asleep all this time, and pure joy fills me at the prospect of finally unleashing her into the world. And by the lust whispering into my ear to taste the forbidden fruit, I know Remi holds the key to all my pleasure.

My skin connects with a glass surface, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s placed me on the table, sending our drinks flying and shattering them while he drops onto his knees, his face darkening. And right in this moment, I don’t see him as a famous billionaire.

No, the feral look and the intensity in his eyes reminds me of an ancient warrior who has come home and expects rewards for all his sacrifices.

He sucks a breath through his teeth. “You’re gorgeous.” His dark orbs flash, and heated arrows shoot straight to my clit at this. “And all mine.” He shoulders my legs apart and then lifts my dress up, exposing me to his view again.

While I should feel embarrassed having him this close to my most sensitive flesh, I don’t. Instead, a tremor rushes through me when my sodden panties once again come into view and he hooks his fingers in them, slowly removing them, the glide of the silk over my skin highlighting my need, and then he lifts them to his nose, inhaling my scent, and my cheeks heat up while my core becomes even wetter.

“Lie back, chérie,” he instructs me and pushes until my back lands on the table. I stare at the black ceiling showing me a reflection of us, and a moan escapes me, my hands fisting my dress while my nipples ache so much I want to remove the offending cloth.

“Remi,” I gasp when he slides his middle finger from my bottom to my clit and flicks it lightly, playing with my nerve endings like a maestro.

“Look at you. This pussy is in bad need of my tongue.” He shoulders my legs wider and makes room for his powerful form, bending them so my heels rest on the edge of the table and opening me up to him as I pulse with need.

I feel his hot breath on my core, popping more goose bumps on my skin, and a groan escapes me at the sensual reflection, the image serving as an aphrodisiac in itself. “Enjoying the view, chérie?” My center dampens at the wickedly spoken words. “Do you love knowing you have me at your mercy?” His question rushes tremors through me, and I nod even though he can’t see it.

The idea of this man craving me as much as I do him makes me dizzy, and I want to mark his skin too so all the women out there know for a moment in time he belonged to someone.

Me.

His fingers graze my thighs before he sucks the inside of one, and I hiss at the contact, grabbing his hair and pushing him closer to my pussy as his chuckle vibrates through me, only adding to the lustful bubble about to burst inside me. “Remi, please.”

His palms slide underneath my ass, lifting me up to his hungry mouth, and my toes curl when he orders, “Watch.”

That’s all the warning he gives me before he places his mouth on me, stabbing his tongue deep, and my muscles instantly clench around him while I cry out, arching my back.

He licks between my folds, flicking from side to side, swiping his tongue over my lips one by one, before sucking them into his mouth while his thumb brushes over my clit and then presses on it.

Scorching heat spreads through me, burning so bright that my own skin feels foreign on my body, and pleasure fills my every cell while the earlier need becomes hungrier.

And the image above me, showing me how he rolls his tongue out, making it flat, licking me from bottom to top, his fingers spreading me wider for him, is torture in itself. “Remi,” I say on a moan when his teeth scrape over my clit before trapping it between his lips.

My hands leave his hair, and I grip the table, my heels digging harder in the glass while sweat glides down my skin as fire envelops me whole with no reprieve in sight.

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