Page 41 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

He slowly sways back, leaving me completely, and then thrusts into me again, my head pressing into the glass while he takes his fill, the kiss turning rougher as I claw at his back, tightening my legs around him while his fingers dig so deep they’re bruising my skin.

However, so lost in the bliss slowly swirling around me and yet still not reaching me, I barely pay attention to it. Instead, I love the sting mixing with the pleasure igniting my blood with every slide of his cock, pushing farther and farther into me, marking me for the future.

A man like this can ruin a woman beyond repair and never look back, but I don’t care.

Right now, this man is mine, and this is all that matters.

His even strokes evoke electrifying, lustful sensations throughout my body, flaring the scorching heat swirling inside me while creating a world where only we exist, a protective bubble where no one but us has permission to enter.

Gulping for breath, I throw my head back, giving him access to my neck, all while the pace of his drives increases, and he slams into me so hard I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

My thighs burn, accommodating his muscled body as a feminine thrill rushes through me, and I grip his hair harder while he continues to stake his claim on me. He’s trying to fuck me into oblivion, it seems, so that I won’t remember anyone but him.

As if it’s possible I could.

This man has the power to make me addicted to pleasure, seeking it like a junkie needing a fix, and yet I reach for it, needing it like my last breath, so I tighten my legs around him, pulling at his hair until our gazes clash. “Remi, please.”

His only reply to my pleading is a deep thrust that inspires a hot flash, sending tingles straight to my clit. I hug him closer, running my lips over his shoulder, shifting his shirt to the side so I can latch onto his bare skin, enjoying the taste of sweat and him.

He enters me over and over again, all while taking me higher and higher, building something within me that grows bigger and bigger with each erratic drive.

My core spasm around his length as he pushes into me so deep I can no longer fight, and the bubble inside me bursts, soaking me in pleasure and bliss I’ve never known before.

I cry out and then sink my teeth into his shoulder, all while he thrusts into me, and my core clenches with each glide as I hold on to him.

Leaning back, I palm his head and fuse us in a kiss, our tongues fucking each other’s mouth, mimicking his thrusts, and the tension grows in him as he growls into me.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

He releases inside me, and only then do I realize he had time to put on a condom at some point, and I wrap my hands around him, wishing to stay in his arms forever while we are attached in the most primal way.

“Remi,” I say in wonder, still not believing what I just did with this man who seemed almost feral in his need for me.

In fact, just the idea of it turns me on all over again, blazing heat filling my blood.

However, coldness akin to frigid water dumps on me when he whispers right back, “Amalia.”

And in this, he ruins everything and makes a mockery out of the best experience of my life.

My twin’s name always brought joy to my heart, enveloping it with so much love and longing I didn’t know how to handle the emotions on most days.

She gave me solace in my sadness.

Hope about my future in which we could meet again.

Happiness at the prospect of not being alone in the world and gaining more family.

After all, our bond is eternal. Even science cannot explain it.

However, for the first time in my life, my sister’s name uttered in my ear doesn’t inspire any of those things, and instead, devastation sinks into my skin. Invisible claws tear my flesh apart while pain squeezes my heart so much I can almost feel the red drops dripping on the floor, creating a bloody pool by my feet.

Is this what Cinderella felt when the clock struck midnight and the magic her fairy godmother sprinkled on her started to disappear, making her leave the prince in a rush?

Although my fairy tale ended before it truly began, and there won’t be a glass slipper to leave behind so he can find me.

The man who inspired passion and desire in my body, creating a deep need for him alone and awakening dormant cravings inside me, never wanted me in the first place.

He wanted my twin.

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