Page 96 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

Groaning in frustration, I snap, “Fuck me already, Remi.” I squeeze my breasts, unafraid of falling with him holding me so tight. “I’m burning, darling. Burning for you.”

He freezes, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks so hard I groan and bite my lower lip at his possession, thrilling at the affect my words have on him and how much this magnificent and powerful man is, in fact, at my mercy.

And then his mouth is gone, and I have a second to blink before he picks me up and throws me face down and on my knees on the bed as he grips my hips, biting on my ass cheeks one by one before kissing the abused flesh.

“Remi,” I whisper, gripping the silky bedsheets as rose petals glue to my skin, enhancing the sensual atmosphere around us.

“Tonight, it’s going to be extra rough,” he warns, sending a thrill through me at the thought, and I yelp when he flips me on my back and trails his tongue from my collarbone to my belly button, circling around the opening and then diving in as he shoulders my legs apart, settling between my thighs. “First though, let me properly enjoy this pussy.”

I place my foot on his shoulder, opening wider for him, while arching my back and whimpering, “Please, Remi.” I don’t want this to drag on forever; our passion is combative and urgent, so all this prolonged foreplay just taunts my nerve endings.

However, my husband has a different plan as he nips at the inside of my thigh and chuckles when I want to close my legs around him, urging him to give me his mouth, and instead, he shifts his attention to the other thigh, sucking on the flesh hard and then rubbing his check over me, bruising my skin, and yet all I can do is moan. “Remi, please just—”

My words turn into a prolonged groan when his puts his mouth on me and his forearm on my stomach, keeping me in place when I lift my hips, wanting to press closer to him. I’m experiencing insane sensations that slowly sweep away my rational senses, leaving a frustrated and aroused creature behind who covets this man to the point of madness.

His licks my lower lips up and down from side to side before biting on the flesh and then sliding his tongue, circling around my opening, then flicking against in. He dives in deep, roaming between my folds, all while his agonizing torture pushes me closer to the brink and yet not close enough to actually take the leap and claim my pleasure.

“Remi,” I groan, rubbing my foot down his back, and I latch onto his hair, holding him in place while he laps at me, sucking on my clit, lazily licking it and earning himself a hiss from me.

His mouth moves down again as he drags his tongue over my flesh in slow motions and then stabs in deep, his hands slipping under my ass and lifting me up a little as he takes his fill.

I grip his hair harsher, my heel digging into his back as he continues to fuck me with his tongue and rock my hips in sync with his movements, finding the much needed friction as heat slowly surrounds me, a flush traveling through me in waves, and I arch my back, moaning loudly, “Remi, please.” The bliss hovers above me, crooking its finger at me, and urges me to let go while my husband gives me a long lick up and down.

A frustrated groan escapes me when he abandons my flesh, and his lips skim up to my stomach to my collarbone, and then he captures my mouth in a deep, all-consuming, sensual kiss that ignites me anew.

Wrapping my legs around him and sinking my nails into his nape, I sway my hips, seeking his hard length pressing into me, the tip brushing over my center before he grips my legs hard and snatches his mouth away from mine. “Get ready to be fucked hard, chérie.” He widens them farther apart, entering with just the tip, and my pussy clamps around him, which earns me a chuckle. “Good girl. My good girl who needs to come badly.”

Oh yes, finally!

Our combined groans echo in the space when he slams into me to the hilt, his bare length stretching me to the brink and bringing such profound relief to me because he’s inside me.

He pulls back and then drives in again, each stroke deep and moving us on the bed while fire blazes in the pit of my stomach, sending me into a lustful spiral that owns my body and soul as long as this man uses me like his personal favorite toy.

My core spasms with each slide into me, the pleasure building bigger and higher than at the club, and I pull him closer to me, wrapping myself tight around him, and lift my lips for a kiss.

He obliges me, locking us in a powerful duel akin to the one happening between us, and sways back only to thrust in again, moving us on the bed until the headboard slams against the wall.

The bliss flashes on the horizon, warmth gliding through me while I’m pulled toward the shimmering pleasure consuming me and owning me, because I’m powerless to resist it.

I should be afraid, but instead, I chase it, running toward it with all my might, all while Remi drives into me hard, bringing me to my peak.

Gasping for breath, I rest my head on the bed while watching my husband in awe, who owns me so well. He’s not a prince.

Never a prince.

But a warrior who would stop at nothing to get what he wants, and what he wants is me.

And somehow in this moment, this knowledge makes me feel protected and cherished, because no one can hurt me as long as he stays by my side.

I clamp around him as he speeds up, hard strokes that send me flying higher and higher until everything goes blank and I’m dumped into the abyss as pleasure erupts all through my system.

I cry out, and in three more thrusts, he joins me, groaning above me, and spills inside me, making my core clench.

Breathing heavily, we stare at one another, and then he kisses me again as I hug him closer, wishing for this night to never end.

Because the minute it does, the reality will come crashing back on me, and I feel too good to think about anything else but my husband.

Or how a small, betraying part of me right now is glad he married me.

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