Page 40 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

“Remi, please.” I have no idea what I’m begging for, but he seems to know, because he enters me with his tongue again, swirling it inside me, pushing deeper and deeper, and each glide brings me closer to the brink—after which nothing will ever be the same.

He slides out and then goes right back in, his fingers gripping my ass cheeks hard as he drinks his fill while he continues to ravish me with his tongue.

A man who can do such wonders should be forbidden, for how can a woman think straight when he displays such skills?

My body is desperate for friction though, and I start to raise my hips in tandem with his thrusts, grinding on his tongue, and I thread my fingers in the silky strands once again, keeping a tight hold on him so he’ll let me find the release whispering my name, closer and closer with each swipe of his tongue.

He forcefully places my hips back on the table though and growls before licking me up and down again, the obscene sounds echoing in the room. I thrash my head on the table, too turned on to watch us and yet living in constant anticipation of his next move.

All while the pressure builds inside me, promising me relief from all this sweet tension that inspires such heat in me and will grant me access to the abyss that has pleasure and satisfaction written all over it.

“Remi, please.” My nails sink into his neck when he focuses on my clit again, sucking it, and then two fingers slip inside me, stretching me wide, and the double sensations almost become my undoing.

Hot flashes wash over me in waves, breaking goose bumps on my flesh while thousands of tickling sensations envelope me.

Just a little friction, and I would….

My frustrated groan mixes with his chuckle when he changes his movements again, placing his whole mouth on me and continuing to fuck me with his tongue as his thumb goes to my clit.

“Remi, please!” I beg angrily, because how dare he deny me pleasure that he promised me in the first place?

This man turned me on. He has to deliver!

“What do you want, chérie?” He licks me. “Tell me.” Another long lick, this one turning into a soft thrust, earning a moan from me. However, once again, this action brings me closer to the edge but doesn’t push me over, leaving me floating in the air. “Voice your wish.” He dives right back in, torturing me while I find the courage to speak the words he craves to hear.

Fisting his hair, I finally manage to make him look at me and groan inwardly at how his lips glisten from me, and whisper, “Fuck me hard, Remi.” I’ve never in my life uttered such words, but nothing else fits.

We stare at one another, and for a second, I think I said something wrong. But then he growls, giving me one last long lick, and rubs his face on my navel, smearing it with my juices.

He slides up, leaving butterfly-like kisses on my stomach, and lifts the dress up until he exposes my bra-covered breasts and says, “Hold it.”

I grip the dress while he lowers my bra and moan when he brushes his thumbs over the pointed peak before flicking his tongue over the tip, then sucks it hard into his mouth, coating my nipple in his saliva.

“Remi.” At this point, his name becomes a prayer as he feasts on my flesh. I arch my back again, watching the dance floor, so incredibly turned on at our reflections and how his powerful form looms above me. He shifts to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, and the sensual hot flush washing over me makes me flex my legs around him, and I drop the dress, once again lacing my fingers in his hair and pulling at it hard until he raises his mouth. “Remi, please!”

If he doesn’t make me come in the nearest seconds, I’m going to combust and turn right into ashes, never to know any other pleasure in this world.

I whimper just at the possibility.

“Ah, you’re so innocent. I will enjoy corrupting this body, mind, and soul, chérie.” His mouth continues its journey to my collarbone and neck, where he scrapes his teeth, and finally reaches my lips and bestows a deep and passionate kiss.

I groan at my taste, our tongues licking at each other while urgency fills our kiss along with lust. Angling my head, I let him own me completely, so lost in the heat consuming us I do not care about anything else. This man will be mine, even if someone walks through that damn door and tries to interrupt us!

“Every inch of you will crave one thing. Me. You’ll be so addicted to me you won’t know how to go a day without me.” The possessiveness in his tone acts like gasoline to the already burning fire in my veins, and I press myself closer to him, my arms circling around his neck, begging for one more kiss, but he has other plans.

Instead, he grips my thighs and raises us up, pushing his hard-on against me and blindly walking us toward a window. My back once again connects with it, and I let out a loud huff.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks again, the rough timbre of his voice a seduction in itself.

“You.” Right in this moment, I’ll tell him what he wants to hear.

Satisfaction crosses his face. “Yes, only ever mine and not his.” He grips me so tight, as if to wipe away my protests, but I just shake my head, not understanding his comment.

But he doesn’t let me dwell on it much, because he drives into me deep, stretching me to the brink, burning sensations splintering through my walls at such an intrusion.

He catches my whimper with his mouth, kissing me with all his might while letting me adjust to his cock. Reality crashes into me, because after this, I will never be the same.

The invisible line separating the goodness and darkness almost shows itself, and I crossed it, succumbing to the cravings coming from within me that only this man can fulfill.

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