Chapters (27)
- Book Description
- About Lexi Blake
- Also from Lexi Blake
- Foreword from Rebecca Zanetti
- Acknowledgments from the Author
- Table of Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Epilogue
- Discover the Lexi Blake Crossover Collection
- Discover the World of 1001 Dark Nights
- Protected
- Momento Mori
- On behalf of 1001 Dark Nights,
And he wasn’t talking about the physical. He didn’t want to be the reason she cried. He didn’t want to be one more man who disappointed her.
“Come here, Remy. I want you. For however long I can have you, I want you.” She reached for him and he was through fighting it.
He let his cock find her pussy, pressing in and thrusting in small passes. He was careful but she was a stubborn minx. She tilted her pelvis up and he groaned as he slid inside her, those tight muscles squeezing him like a vise. The pleasure damn near made his eyes roll back and he had to take a deep, steadying breath.
“Damn you feel so good, chèrie.” He held himself hard against her, locking their bodies together.
Her legs wound around his waist and he could feel her nails in the skin of his back. He welcomed the minor pain, wanted her mark on him, too.
“Come on then, mon loup. How does my wolf fuck?”
Yeah, the dirty girl did it for him. He leaned over and kissed that filthy mouth of hers. “Like he’ll die if he doesn’t get more of his girl.”
He pulled out and thrust back in, setting a hard pace. Over and over he fucked her, giving her all of him and holding nothing back. For the most part he went easy on a woman, but this one was his. This one was made to take him and break him and put him back together again.
Lisa’s nails dug deep as she matched him thrust for thrust. She tightened around him and his name gasped from her mouth as she came.
Remy lost it. He lost his rhythm, lost his control, lost something he wasn’t sure he wanted back from her. Pure emotion drove him as though he could brand himself on this one woman and somehow make himself complete.
Instinct drove him. He pressed in and let go, let himself feel every bit of the pleasure she brought him.
He fell on top of her, giving her all of his weight. Peace surged through him. Always before, he was as anxious to be alone again as he’d been to have sex, but now he let his head rest next to hers.
“Okay, that didn’t suck,” she said with a low chuckle.
“Didn’t suck?” He managed to bring his head up. “That was phenomenal and you know it.”
Her arms wrapped around his neck and she sighed. “It was, but I think you can probably do even better.”
Well, he’d wanted a woman who challenged him. “Oh, I’ll show you better, ma crevette. I’ll show you everything.”
He kissed her again, ready to make good on his promise.