Hot breath blasted her. For a moment she swore she felt the slide of fur along her shoulder and then teeth drove deep, long, razor-sharp canines, in a holding bite. She cried out and thrashed beneath him, but he refused to let go. Deep inside, that wild, feral other rose until she felt an itch running like waves under her skin and fire burned between her thighs. She dropped her head, panting away the pain, accepting of Remy and his crazy, rough sex. Whatever was inside of her embraced him. Needed him. Wanted him. And was every bit as savage as he was.

Slowly the teeth slipped from her skin and his tongue lapped at the wounds. He began to move, sending streaks of fire racing over her body, burning through her veins and settling into her battered sheath. She never wanted him to stop. The sensations were stronger than ever, pleasure rushing over her while he slammed into her with furious intent. She couldn’t stop the all-encompassing orgasm, the way it took her belly and breasts and rode down to her thighs.

Remy caught her by the hair and jerked her head back, adding a myriad of sensations burning through her body, increasing the strength of her muscles contracting around his shaft. Still he didn’t stop and neither did her orgasm. Her body shuddered and pulsed in frenzied insanity. She heard herself scream as another orgasm ripped through her. Remy emptied himself into her as she pulsed around him.

Too weak to hold herself up, Bijou would have collapsed on the floor if Remy hadn’t held on to her.

“What in the world did you do to me?” she whispered. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothin’ is wrong with you,” Remy assured, kissing her spine.

She made a derisive sound in her throat. There was something very much wrong with her, but she didn’t have the energy to argue. “I can’t move. I really can’t. I’m so exhausted I think I’ll sleep here. Just leave me.”

Remy slipped out of her. She didn’t turn around, but let herself collapse right there on the floor. She closed her eyes and heard him move. The bed creaked and groaned as if a heavy weight had landed on it. She heard ripping as if something tore apart the heavy drapes or the walls, but honestly, she wasn’t about to lift her head, even if she could. It felt good to just lie there and listen to her heart beating semi-normally.