Chapter Two
Airplane
Somewhere over Virginia
Same Time
Thursday
A s predicted, it had been no easy task getting Alyona on the jet, but somehow, with a little cajoling, he’d managed. Ajax knew she was freaking the fuck out, but when you were in the family, you had to do what you had to do.
The head of their family wanted her there, so that meant they were doing it.
Honestly, if it were up to him, he’d hide her away, but he understood Greyson’s thinking.
There was one thing standing between Alyona and healing.
Alexsandr’s death.
She needed to face the fears, and then begin healing from them.
Besides that, Greyson might need their help, and that meant that he’d have to stick close to his girl to make sure that she was okay.
From where Alyona sat, her fear was palpable. Even though it was just the two of them on the jet, other than the pilots, she was still shaking.
Oh, and he knew what she was thinking.
That she didn’t want to do this.
As her boyfriend and lover, it was his job to talk her down from this. The last thing Ajax wanted was a runaway girlfriend.
AGAIN.
“Baby, we have this. It’s all going to work out and be good. Greyson only wants us there in case he needs us. It’s a last case scenario.”
She was sweating, and that was a sure sign that she was contemplating jumping out of the plane. It was a testament to the torture that Alexsandr had inflicted on her if a freefall to her death was the better choice.
Alyona didn’t even answer him.
“Baby, breathe. You’re going to pass out if you hyperventilate at this height.
She was trying.
Really.
Only, it wasn’t easy.
“He’s not going to get me, right?” she asked, looking over at Jax, and hoping he was going to lie to her if he thought that she was in danger.
“No way, Baby.”
A single tear dripped down her cheek, and it hit him hard in the heart.
She was suffering.
Wiping it away, Jax gave her a kiss. When he broke it, he was honest.
That’s what she needed.
Someone wasn’t thinking straight.
“You changed your face when you went missing, correct?” he asked.
She nodded.
Jax continued.
“That means he doesn’t know what you look like, right?”
She nodded again.
And here went the voice of reality.
“So how would he ever know who you are? You are safe, and Greyson already explained this to you. You need to face your fears. If they can kill Alexsandr, they will. Then, you’re free. If they need us, we have to help. If he gets away, we’ll never be free of him.”
Alyona took it all in.
The rational part of her head knew that, but it was the incredibly scared stupid part of her that didn’t.
Thus, the issue.
In her mind, she kept flashing back to her past, and the year of torture and rape she’d endured.
She remembered his final words to her that still terrorized her to today.
‘If you ever try to get away from me, Alina, I will never let you die. I will let everything with a dick use you, and I will make sure every day is nothing but pain. If you betray me, I will keep you alive just to watch you beg for death.’
And she believed it.
He was a sadistic fuck who thought nothing of women but to use and discard them. It was why he always traveled with his female security and soldiers.
Women were malleable.
Breakable.
Disposable.
Holding her hand, Jax brought their joined knuckles to his mouth.
“You have to trust me. Don’t run, Aly. Your father loves you, and so do I. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’d die to keep you safe. We will lay low, and when we’re needed IF we’re needed, we’ll make an appearance. That’s all we have to do for now.”
She knew he was right.
Jax wouldn’t lie to her.
Someone needed to start thinking, and that someone was her.
“Okay, I’ll be good. The place is secure, right?” she asked, wanting to be safe.
That was paramount.
He nodded, and tried to reassure her the best that he could.
“It belongs to Elizbeth Blackhawk. She and your father are friends. Greyson respects her. You’ll be safe there or she wouldn’t have had you come here. As a woman, she understands.”
That helped.
Jax was right.
As she leaned back, she closed her eyes, and held onto Jax’s hand like her life depended on it.
Because it did.
There was only one question in her mind, and it was if she had to kill Alexsandr, would she be strong enough to pull it off, or would he prove that he’d broken her enough?
Alyona prayed she didn’t find out.
If there was a God, a higher power, then, maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t have to face down this monster. Maybe, she’d get a gift, and could just go home.
That’s all she wanted.
To leave New Orleans .
ASAP.
When this was all over, if she lived to tell about it, Alyona needed a little break.
She needed to slip away and regroup to think about her life, and her past.
Mostly that.
Because this was testing everything in her, and making her feel out of control.
And that scared her.
To death.
* * * H U N T E R – C R O F T * * *
His Hidey-Hole
The French Quarter
Thursday
After shutting down The Underground, and having some wild and cathartic sex in her apartment, Remmy began getting edgy.
Twitchy.
Uneasy.
While he wanted to take her on a date, outside the house, and he’d promised her one, the fact of the matter was they were potentially in danger.
The Hunters weren’t sure how many mercenaries were left—the ones hired by Artemis Dubois.
And that was dangerous.
For all they knew, they were lurking and ready to take a shot at any or all of them.
So that meant not going outside where they were out in the open.
For safety’s sake.
As she walked with him, Calyx was confused. He’d shown up at her place with flowers, a smile, and a renewed pep in his step.
Now, he was twitchy.
And she didn’t think it had been the sex. Remmy had been perfectly fine during that fun.
All she knew was they’d been resting after some really good sex, and the mood changed.
Calyx wasn’t sure what had been bothering him, but when he said they had to go, she didn’t question it. Someone had a really good gut instinct, and she wasn’t questioning that.
No.
Freaking.
Way.
Truth be told, Remmy had saved her ass before, and she trusted him. Where he would take her, she had no idea, but she was game to go there.
She would be with him.
“Where are we going?” she asked, finally breaking the silence.
“Someplace safe. My hidey-hole. We’re moving in until the city is safe,” he offered as he scanned the streets, looking for something that might be an issue for them.
Well, that answered that.
Calyx wasn’t mad about it.
What woman didn’t want to see a man’s home, and know that she was about to ‘move in’ ?
Even if only temporarily.
Okay, so it wasn’t a date-date, but she’d take it.
They didn’t talk more about their relationship, than when he showed up on her doorstep, but she had a really awesome time with him as they rolled around, and now, she needed more.
She needed all .
Calyx wanted all of this man, and she hoped he’d open up and share what he was really like.
That was her secret wish.
As he had them put on disguises, her hair tucked up into her hat and dark glasses, with him in his customary hoodie and shades, they had headed out.
Someone was taking a lot of precautions.
They had to have walked for a good hour, and they weren’t that far from where they started.
Ironically enough, The Underground was less than two blocks away.
When he escorted her into a run-down building, that looked like a place homeless people would call home, she was shocked to see that was just outside.
Inside, it was secure.
There were cameras.
Walls.
Protection.
Someone had been hiding in plain sight, and she wasn’t shocked.
“Welcome to my home,” he said, unlocking a door with a keypad. “It’s our shared birthday, in case you’re ever in need to come here without me. I want you to be able to access it and use it as a safe place to go.”
She let him talk.
He seemed…nervous.
Only, she wasn’t sure why. They’d had sex, really wild, crazy, hot sex, and they’d left little to the imagination, but here he was, getting twitchy.
“I hope it’s okay for you,” he said. “It’s a bachelor pad.”
She understood now.
He wasn’t sure she’d like it. Well, she had news for him. If his ass was naked in it, call her content, and let her at the sexy man.
Her knight in white armor couldn’t disappoint her. He was her world now.
She tried to calm him down.
“Will you be in it?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Then, that’s all that matters to me. Let me see your world, Remington. I’m not going to judge you by the place you use to sleep.”
Already, she suspected it was going to be rough.
Only, when she was escorted through the doorway, she was shocked at what she saw. It was a loft like apartment, open, airy. The place was absolutely gorgeous. It was masculine, and the furniture was in dark leathers, with all of the things that men tended to favor.
Oh, and it was full of art.
Violent art.
Along the walls, there were giant canvases covered with paint.
There were splashes of red.
Slashes of black.
Now, this was exactly the kind of thing she expected with the rage he’d kept locked away after his wife’s and child’s deaths.
As she let go of his hand, he watched her, and his heart was racing in his chest.
No one had ever seen his place, and no one certainly had seen the artwork that he used to fix his broken soul. This was a part of him that he kept to himself, and trusting her with it…
That told him everything.
She was the one.
Calyx Waters was meant to be his woman.
As she touched a canvas, it was her calm, collected voice that brought him calm.
“That’s something spectacular,” she admitted. “I love the colors.”
His heart was still pounding as he tried to rationalize his secret half.
“It helps me stay in control. It’s the only thing before you that gave me an iota of peace.”
She walked around, and it was a normal apartment—on the inside. When she looked through his art, he felt stripped bare.
“Do you still feel like this inside?” she asked. “Is this still the storm that rages?”
He shook his head.
“Not since you. In fact, today is the first day I didn’t feel rage and like I needed to paint something. Well, unless you’re going to let me paint you.”
She looked up.
Oh, well, that intrigued the fuck out of her. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she was willing to let his artistic creativity run wild.
She wanted to run with him.
“I like your place, and okay. Paint me. What do I have to do?”
When he held out his hand, she went to him, and they were toe-to-toe.
Oh, he wasn’t the conventional artist where she’d sit on a stool, and he’d paint her. He was born in the fire of hell and forced to exist that way.
His painting was violent.
Rough.
Wild.
Like his sex life.
Holding her, Remington stared into her eyes.
“I can’t keep my hands off of you,” he whispered, his lips so close to hers. With his free hand, he pulled off her hat, and her hair tumbled down.
Already, she wanted him. She was still wet from him before, and now, she was even wilder.
She wanted him.
Calyx needed him.
“By all means, don’t hesitate to put your hands on me, Remmy.”
That was all he had to hear.
In anticipation of what was to come, and so he didn’t ruin her pretty dress, he pulled the sundress over her head to set her free.
With tenderness and love, he left a kiss on her bare shoulder, just before he set her breasts free, and shoved down her panties.
Well, she took that as her cue.
It was time to give him the same treatment. Pulling off his hoodie, it looked like they were going to get naked in his living room.
That worked for her.
It was only fair.
They’d gotten naked in hers already.
“Oh, Remington, let’s have some fun. I like how you think,” she admitted, kicking off her sandals.
His heart thumped.
It pounded in his chest.
Calyx was always open and ready for him, despite when that need rose up at the oddest times.
Before her, he never believed it was going to happen. Remmy never thought someone could love all of him like Calyx did.
But she did.
Someone was a lucky, lucky man. This woman, whether she knew it or not, had saved him from the fires of the personal hell he’d been trapped in.
“I love you, Calyx. Forever.”
She nuzzled him.
“Same, Remington. Same,” she said, enjoying his flesh against hers, but she knew there was something she’d enjoy even more.
HIM.
When he least expected it, that’s when she struck. She bit him hard on the neck, and his legs went weak. They dropped to the floor.
Immediately, he knew what he craved.
Her immortalized.
“Like I said, I want to paint you. Let me,” he practically begged.
Remmy needed to be able to look at that painting and know that it was made in love and heat, not rage and icy cold anger.
She lifted a brow.
“Now? Instead of sex? Because I’m thinking sex would be a lot more fun,” she admitted, making him laugh.
He couldn’t love her more.
It was clear that she didn’t understand what he was suggesting.
So, he explained.
“No, us, together, on this canvas. Then, we can hang it over a fireplace, and it’ll be our little secret what it is. I don’t want to paint pain anymore, Calyx. I want to see what love looks like.”
His words were both cathartic and painful. This poor man had been through so much.
She wanted to offer him this.
He’d given her so much, and Remmy deserved it.
“Absolutely. What do we do?”
“We get naked, which we’ve already done, and then, we each pick two colors.”
She paused.
“Have you ever done this with anyone else?” she asked, hoping not. “Because I’m pretty sure if there’s a canvas in here with another woman’s tit smears, I’m tossing it out.”
That made him laugh.
“I was celibate since the death of Karen and Kelsey. You’re the one I broke my fast with. Remember?”
Oh, yeah.
He kissed the tip of Calyx’s nose and tried to explain to her.
“I began painting to find something to stop that anger. You are that magical thing that has saved me. I can promise you that this will forever be all ours. It’s the one thing I can give you that no one else has.”
That was all she had to hear.
She knew how much this meant to him.
“Yellow and blue,” she said, picking the two colors she liked best. “Now, manhandle me, sexy man. I’m easy, and dying to see what this canvas will look like when we’re done.”
He found her ridiculously gorgeous and sweet.
Setting her free, Remmy grabbed one of the biggest canvases, and laid it on the floor. Then, he grabbed some paint, dumping it on the canvas, and then, he moved back toward her, naked, wild, and needing her.
He stopped thinking the second that she ran her hands all over him and his truly magnificent dick.
He moaned in pleasure with just her touch. It was always the most amazing feeling to have her hands on his body.
“Let’s have some fun,” Calyx offered, pulling pleasure from her sexy man by just being herself.
Yeah, Remmy wasn’t saying no to that.
No.
Freaking.
Way.
“Hurry,” he whispered as she bit him on the neck, and then had her wicked way with him.
Calyx loved how he reacted to her touch. Whenever she was against him, he always brought out a passion she never felt before.
Hell.
With each time, it only got more heated. It was like they were made for each other, and their bodies knew it. Calyx fit against him like a puzzle piece finally put in its place.
As they went to their knees on the canvas, Remington stared into her eyes. They were so beautiful, and filled with love.
“Please,” he whispered. “Touch me. I’m going to have to go work soon, and all I want is for you to make me calm. All I want is your scent on me.”
Oh, that was definitely what she wanted too.
How could she not?
Her man was a storm.
Pushing him backward, he was laying on the canvas, watching her every move.
It was then that Calyx left a trail of kisses down his chest and toward his erection. When she ran her fingers down his abs, the green and orange paint left a trail.
Oh, they were going to be hella messy, but that was just half the fun.
His body bowed from her touch alone, and he was hard and thick, just the way she liked her sexy, mysterious man.
Yeah, HERS .
It was time to show him how much she appreciated him sharing this new thing with her. In fact, she wanted this over her fireplace.
To make sure he understood, she laid down the law.
“This painting is mine. You get the next one,” she whispered as she was tormenting his flesh.
When she scraped her nails down his inner thighs, where she knew he was sensitive, he shook.
“Yes, Baby,” he whispered, his whole body reverberating from the touch of her hands on his flesh.
How was he going to say no to her?
He wasn’t.
When he rolled, to switch up their positions, they left prints of his body across the canvas, and got the paint on her too.
“This better wash out of my hair,” she joked. “Or we’re going to have to explain this to everyone we meet why I look like the rainbow exploded on me.”
He nipped her chin, thinking about the lovemaking, and not the clean-up.
“Oh, I’ll scrub it off you in the shower,” he promised, thinking about taking her there too.
Why not?
“We’ll get clean and dirty all over again.”
That worked for her.
Calyx wasn’t an idiot.
Now, as he was in control, she enjoyed herself. His body was her playground, and Remmy was sexier than sin.
Forcing him to roll again, she ended up on top, and had her wicked way with him.
He whimpered in pleasure as she blew warm breath across his erection. His dick was rock-hard, and she was driving him insane with the torment.
God.
He never wanted this to end.
Ever.
“Come on! Touch me!” he begged. “I need you to stop teasing, Calyx. Please!”
Oh, the warm whiskey voice and desperation made her want to do just that.
When she stroked him with her hand, Remmy fought to stay in control, and it wasn’t easy.
There was nothing sexier than this woman.
NOTHING.
Covered in paint…
God.
Calyx was beautiful. She had blue and orange handprints on her gorgeous breasts, and he definitely knew how they got there.
HIM.
Because she was driving the bus, he let his woman do her worst, simply because he was easy when it came to her.
For years, he fought falling in love over his dead wife’s memory, and now, he was full speed ahead. Remmy wanted everything life had to offer.
He wanted to marry her.
It was only a few days since their abduction, but he wanted to make her his wife. He couldn’t imagine a life without her.
They couldn’t have children, but they could practice over and over again until they were both old.
As she did her worst, Remmy was braced for the indescribable pleasure that he knew was going to overcome him.
She could have this canvas.
This might be their new fun.
He could picture them rolling around in paint all of the time, until all of the walls were covered with their lovemaking.
Now, that was how you decorated a home.
As she ran her nails across his abs, his body shook. It was always that rush of heat and then the ecstasy of her hands on his body.
He almost came from that alone.
Yeah, that’s how much he wanted and needed her.
As she blew across his erection, Remmy moaned in pleasure. He was struggling not to get wild, simply because he wanted her to enjoy his body.
So they could make their art.
But by God, he needed more.
He needed all.
And he was willing to take it.
“Remington,” she whispered, getting his full attention right before she was licking his erection from base to tip.
Jesus.
This was how he wanted to go. If he could pick his way off the big blue ball, it would be with not-so-blue balls.
It would most definitely be on a canvas, in his hidey-hole, with her.
Forever.
Before he could say anything, the wild ride began, and Remmy knew there was no getting off until Calyx had decided he could.
She was proving who was in control, and it wasn’t him.
Definitely not.
She was driving the pleasure bus, and he was at her mercy.
Oh, and he liked it.
His Calyx was no shy flower, and he loved that about her. She was sturdy, badass, and tough.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
She was the opposite of Karen.
In NOLA, she needed to be. Because of that tenacity and toughness, he didn’t have to worry she’d go down without a battle.
His hellcat would fight to the end, and that was incredibly cathartic for him.
As her head bobbed up and down his erection, Calyx worked him hard. The whole time, Remmy clenched his fists as he lay on the canvas.
There would be those hand marks forever immortalized on the edge of the canvas.
As she drove him wild, he did one thing.
He prayed hard.
It was crystal clear that his girl was going to get him to cum if it was the last thing she did. Someone was on a mission to take him over the edge.
Yeah...
He loved this woman.
“Calyx!” he practically shouted as she did something particularly wicked to his erection. It almost made his eyes cross.
Remmy refused to look down at his body, and instead stared at the ceiling to try and hold on.
Outside, just beyond the skylights, he could see the blue sky and fluffy clouds. They were moving across the sky, giving him some focus.
Truth be told, they were the only thing keeping him in control. If he looked down, he was cumming.
Yeah, Remmy was weak.
Of course, he looked down at his body to check out the paint splattered breasts of his lover, and it did exactly what he’d expected.
The second he saw her head bobbing, and his erection sliding between her perfect lips, he was finished.
Yeah, he had no control.
“Cumming,” he muttered, giving Calyx the only warning he could before that heat erupted from him.
Oh, and did it ever erupt?
He exploded like he did the first time he came with her. It always astounded him how each time they came together, it was like the first time.
Only, she didn’t stop, pushing him through the heat as she swallowed him greedily.
God.
She was wicked and he loved every single second of her mouth on him.
The whole time, the pain and pleasure wracked his body, and he fought to hold on through the storm.
His flesh rippled with such intense pleasure as he was shoved over the edge and into the freefall again.
He.
Fell.
Hard.
There was nothing better in the world than Calyx’s mouth. Remmy was pretty sure of it too.
From where she was, perched between his spread legs, Calyx checked out the sexy specimen of man that was all hers. He was breathing heavily, and covered in paint.
It was kinda sexy.
It was definitely a memory that she wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.
Even the vicious healed scar that he’d gotten saving them a couple of days ago made her realize one thing.
This was her future.
Him.
Because she could, Calyx moved up his body, enjoying the playground that was going to be hers for the rest of her life. There was no way she was letting him go now. She’d gotten her happily ever after, and he was not leaving her behind.
Dipping her finger in some paint, she wrote on his chest.
‘Mine.’
It said it all.
This was her soulmate, and the man who would fill her life with nothing but joy and happiness.
They might never have a family, but they had each other.
She had no doubt that he’d be an amazing partner in and out of bed. They had so much to discuss, like what her role would be in his world as a Hunter.
She wanted to fit in.
She NEEDED to fit in.
As he slowly opened his eyes, Remmy found Calyx staring down into his face, and she was watching him with so much love and adoration.
Looking down at his chest, he saw the word she’d written there, and he grinned.
It made his heart skip.
“I have never loved you more,” he admitted. “I thought that I would lose Karen and Kelsey if I fell in love again, Calyx, but I haven’t. I still have them in me. I can still honor their love, and know that you won’t run from that.”
She touched his cheek.
Oh, her silly man.
She’d never begrudge him the people he loved before her and lost.
Ever.
“I will love them with you. Because of their deaths, I get life. We get life, Remmy. Let’s live for them. Let’s let them live in OUR lives.”
God.
Yes.
“Every day, I’m blessed that I found you,” she admitted. “How could I live without you, Remington?” she asked, being honest with him. “How could I wake up each day and not have you in my world. I’d have nothing. I’d be lonely and broken.”
That was the absolute truth.
Not that long ago, she was lost.
He found her and made her feel again. Honestly, she’d believed all men were the scum of the earth, and there was no honor left in them.
Not this one.
He was most definitely her white knight.
“We don’t have to worry about anything but being happy,” he said. “And right now, I’m damn giddy.”
Oh, well, then she had news for him.
They.
Weren’t.
Done.
Calyx wanted more.
She wanted this to be the painting they always looked at and knew it was because they had hot sex.
“Mr. Bowman, your artistic muse needs you. You’ve laid around plenty. Get to work,” she ordered.
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
How could he not?
“Oh, well, I love a bossy, demanding woman covered in paint,” he said, playing along. “Let me show you how much,” he said, rolling to reverse their positions.
She was now covered in even more paint as he enjoyed her body.
“Yes, please,” she said as he began kissing his way down her body, swirling his tongue around her belly button. When he paused to look up at her, that simmering look of lust made her breath catch in her chest.
He was a saint and a sinner.
And she loved him for it.
Calyx loved being near him, and now, she was getting a miracle. He actually came out of his shell, and he wanted her.
She never thought this day would come.
“Hurry, Remmy,” she urged. “Your muse needs you between her legs.”
Well, that was an invite he was NOT turning down.
Ever.
When he found her wet and ready for more, Remmy knew there was no faking any of this. Calyx genuinely loved sex with him, and he was grateful for that. She had every reason in her life to hate it, but she didn’t.
She.
Loved.
Him.
It was time to get her ready to cum together. Oh, and over the rest of their lives, that would be happening a whole lot.
Finding her clit with his mouth, he destroyed her control, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
With her hands in his hair, and his mouth on her clit, they did the age-old dance of mating.
Paint splashed as she slammed her hands down on the canvas in a puddle of green, and it sprayed them and the canvas.
This was going to be gorgeous artwork.
Remmy gave.
Calyx took.
In the end, they were both ready for what was to come in their lives.
Perfection.
With her body wracked with so much pleasure, Remmy kept switching it up, getting aroused all over again at her reaction to him.
She begged.
Moaned.
Cursed him.
The whole time, he feasted, holding her legs open so he could enjoy the sexy buffet of wife-to-be.
Because he would marry her.
The world could bet on it.
“I’m close,” she muttered. “If you keep it up, I’m cumming.”
Oh, he knew that he wanted her cumming on his dick, so it was time to mate.
This was his favorite part.
As he moved up her body, Calyx’s eyes were blurry with pleasure.
“I need to be in you, Baby,” he admitted.
Oh, well, she needed him too.
That would be a constant in their lives.
Forever.
“I love you,” he offered, and he kept offering it, knowing he’d gotten lucky to find love again. As broken as he was, she loved him.
She loved all of him.
At his words, her heart melted, and Remmy knew his life would never be the same without her.
She was his world.
“I love you too.”
It was time.
“Ready for me?” he asked.
Yes.
Yes, she was.
“God! Hurry! Remmy, I need you in me,” she begged, her body vibrating with that need and heat. “I want to cum with you.”
Yeah, he wanted that too.
As he slid into her, Remmy made sure she was ready for the rough ride that was to come. He was out of control, and he needed to cum in her in the worst way.
He never wanted this to end.
If they could stay in his apartment forever, he’d do it. He’d make art with her every day.
What man wouldn’t?
She was perfection.
Taking her, Remmy filled her, and when he was buried ball’s deep in this wild, brave woman, the ride began.
He held nothing back.
Oh, he couldn’t.
He was aware of what she liked, and thankfully, that rough, wild sex was what he craved too.
As he worked his way in and out of Calyx’s body, Remmy knew that he wasn’t going to last long. His balls were screaming in release, and he wanted to fill her with his cum. Now that he knew she couldn’t have children, it was no-holds-barred.
He was claiming her.
She.
Was.
His.
As they made wild artsy love, his hips took over, and Remmy was on autopilot. With her hands trapped above her head, he let his body make her scream.
And buck.
Repeatedly.
They were both out of control, and they loved it.
There was a fine sheen of perspiration mixing with the paint as he was pushing himself to the edge, and forcing himself to wait for her to fall with him.
“Come on, Calyx. I’m about to cum,” he muttered as he glanced between their bodies to enjoy watching his slick dick work its way in and out of her body.
It was so damn erotic.
He was pretty sure that was the hottest thing in the world. He was impaling his woman with his rock-hard dick.
They fit together perfectly like no other woman had before her, and there would never be anyone else.
He silently vowed it.
“Remmy!” she shouted as he drove into her, and his thighs kept her legs apart as far as they could. She was open for him, and helpless to stop him.
All she craved was more.
This was perfection.
When her whole being bowed, he kept taking her on that wicked ride, wanting this to be memorable.
He wanted her to never forget.
She.
Was.
His.
There was no way he’d give her up either.
“God. Calyx, hurry,” he muttered, watching her nipples pebble, and her body respond to his. There were splashes of color across her whole body.
She was lovely.
Oh, and she was close.
Pinned beneath him, Calyx knew there was no way she was holding on longer.
Remington was working her body hard.
When he hit that one spot, Remmy tore her from the edge, sending her into one hell of an orgasm, but it didn’t end.
He pummeled that spot, and it made a second orgasm follow. No one had ever done that to her before, and it proved one thing.
This man was insatiable.
Thank God.
When he felt the ripples of orgasm, he held on with every ounce of control he had left, and when she came a second time, he was done.
He was only human.
Remmy exploded, cumming in his wickedly brave woman.
There was no way he could hold it back either. Her body was too great a lure.
That heat ruptured from him, filling Calyx with that heat, and marking her as his.
Again.
As the colors swirled, they rolled on the canvas, making that one last pass over it to leave a lasting imprint of color. When they rolled off, he moaned, and his body shook as he held her in his arms.
He rested beside her, cognizant of her clinging to him and wrapped in his protective arms.
They were safe.
That delicious feeling of her trapped against him…
His woman.
His and only his.
It was life changing.
She was flushed red, and they were both a mess. The whole time, he could smell her perfume, and it made him crazy.
It looked as if Calyx was going to be his drug, and he was addicted. Now, he wanted to take her all over again in the shower.
And he would.
They had to get cleaned up, so why not?
As her eyes flickered open, she smiled up at him.
“And that, Sir, is how you sex up a woman on a canvas covered in paint,” she admitted, catching him off guard.
His laughter was infectious.
“You don’t say?” he admitted, setting her free to push off of her body. “Well, I have bad news for you.”
She waited, not quite sure what he was going to say to her.
“Yes?”
He went there.
“We made a spectacular painting. Now we need to clean up and do one for over my fireplace.”
As he helped her up, she saw what they had made in the heat of the moment.
It wasn’t violent like the other paintings.
It was gentle and full of peace. There were swirls of green from her yellow and blue combining, and the word ‘MINE’ imprinted backward in the orange.
Looking over, she saw the tears in his eyes.
“Remmy, are you okay?” she asked, turning to face him. “Don’t you like it?” she asked. “We can paint over it if you hate it.”
He put his fingers over her lips, and stared into her eyes.
“It’s beautiful, Calyx. That’s us. That’s our beginning,” he admitted. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful piece of artwork, and yes, you are mine.”
She gave him a kiss.
“I think you should have this one above your fireplace, not me.”
He was a little caught off guard.
“You don’t like it?”
She shrugged.
“I just don’t see why we should cart it to my place, when we both know I’m marrying you and moving in here with you.”
He stared at her.
Oh, Jesus.
Did he hear her right?
“Marrying?” he asked, even though he’d been thinking that. Now, he was trying to figure out the quickest way to get her to the altar.
ASAP.
Because she needed a clean canvas, she started walking away, going off to find his bathroom.
“Calyx?” he called.
Oh, but she wasn’t going to be patient on this one.
“You heard me, Remington, and you know exactly what I said. You’re not hard of hearing. Marry the girl, and let her move into this fantastic apartment.”
He smiled.
Yeah, that was exactly what he wanted to hear. He loved a bossy, brash, and bold flower.
Well, it looked like he was going to have to accelerate their plans because he wasn’t letting her get away.
Why?
He was stupid in love.
And they made really great, healing art.
Together.