Chapter Twenty-Seven
Remy’s mouth seared mine as he released my wrists to cage me in his arms. I didn’t remember grabbing his head, but my fingers clenched on his hair at the feel of his tongue.
Each flick and retreat inflamed me, as did his strong, seeking hands.
My arms and much of my back were bare from the sleeveless dress, and he didn’t miss an inch.
I moaned, feeling Remy’s answering rumble in a landslide of tingles between my legs.
I lowered one hand to grip Remy’s back. His muscles bunched beneath my fingers as he pulled me closer. My other hand stayed in his hair, clutching it as if he’d stop kissing me if I let go. He didn’t. His mouth claimed mine with more hunger while his hands roved over me.
I only realized I’d pulled his shirt out of his pants when my palm hit warm flesh.
His skin was so silky over those hard muscles.
I needed to feel more of him. I let go of his head to slip my other hand beneath his shirt.
Then I ran both of them up the ridged planes of his back before spreading them over his wide shoulders.
“Don’t stop touching me.”
The low growl felt like it rubbed my clit with pure heat. I shuddered, almost falling, but his arms held me upright. His hand slid to my ass, and a possessive tug brought me flush against him before a sensual squeeze shot more heat through me.
My hands raced down to grip him the same way. When I squeezed, the sound he made vibrated so deep inside me that I almost came right there.
“That’s so … so…” I had no words.
Remy picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. More sparks erupted as my panties pressed against the hard-on his pants barely contained.
His hand slid up my bare thigh, sending new scatterbursts through me.
My breath hitched when he grasped the thin strap that made up one side of my panties and it split apart in his fingers.
I cried out when he rubbed his cock against me.
The fabric from his pants only added to the delicious friction.
His kiss devoured the next sound I made when he gave a slow, sensual twist. I barely registered his answering moan because I was too busy panting “Yes!” against his lips.
I ground myself harder against him, and the sensations plus the sound he made caused the throb between my legs to increase to a drumbeat.
This felt so good, it might kill me.
Remy moved back a fraction. I was about to protest when his fingers glided over my wet, aching flesh. His mouth muffled the moan rocketing up my throat when his thumb circled my clit and his fingers teased me until I ripped his shirt because of how tightly I kept fisting it.
I had to stop kissing him. I was gasping too much.
I might have cried out his name when a long finger slid inside me, too, but I wasn’t sure.
I couldn’t think anymore. I’d thought Remy’s voice was the most supernatural part of him.
Now I knew it was his hands. They weaved erotic spells into my flesh, proving he really was a sorcerer, because his touch was fucking magic.
Remy kissed my neck while his fingers kept up those devastating strokes. My gasps sharpened into louder cries. His palm rubbed my clit, intensifying the friction, and stars nearly went off behind my eyes. I wasn’t just ready for him; I was ravenous for him.
I tried to unzip his pants, but he stopped me with another mind-exploding palm rub that smashed my orgasm into me. His rumbling groan lengthened my climax until my heart smacked at my rib cage like incessant bangs against a door. Soon, I was lightheaded from breathing too shallowly, too fast.
“If this is your idea of foreplay, you’ll kill me before you even take your pants off,” I managed to gasp out.
His low laugh rolled over me like another mini orgasm, leaving tightened nipples and deep tingles in its wake. I can manipulate emotions through sound and vibration, he’d once told me. Yeah, and his voice could out-vibrate a vibrator.
I was still shuddering from the incredible sensations, but I needed more of him. All of him. Right now.
“Let’s go to your room,” I said, dipping my hand inside his pants. His cock felt harder than a metal pole.
“No.”
Was he joking? I couldn’t see his face to tell. He hadn’t stopped kissing the sensitive crook in my neck.
“Why not?” He clearly wasn’t having performance issues!
“Too far,” he muttered, and dropped to his knees with me in his arms.
The floor met my back. Remy bunched my dress around my waist and rose above me. His pants were now gone. I didn’t know how, and I didn’t care. I opened my legs, reaching for him—
My hands grasped air. He’d slid down my body.
I should’ve been embarrassed by how loud I got.
I wasn’t. I no longer knew the meaning of the word.
I’d thought Remy’s touch was explosive. That was nothing compared to this.
His tongue had me screaming from the relentless ecstasy.
He didn’t stop when I came again, either.
He didn’t even slow down. By my third orgasm, I was invoking enough gods’ names to get permanently banned from his bar downstairs.
By my fourth, I was saying things I never thought would cross my lips.
“Fuck me right now or I will kill you!”
His laugh caused more blissful bursts deep within my pussy. He slid up my stomach, his mouth laving it before moving in a heated trail to my breasts. Each nipple got a spine-tingling suction before he finally settled his hips between my legs.
“We can’t have that,” he said with another throaty laugh.
Heat rushed to my face. I’d apologize for the death threat. Really, I would—
His thrust tore a surprised gasp from me. No wonder he’d waited. Anything less might’ve hurt with his size.
But this didn’t hurt. At all. Erotic shivers raced through me as I felt myself stretch to fit him. Remy stared into my eyes as he pushed himself deeper. Those shivers turned into rhythmic pulses that made me tighten my flesh around him.
A groan rumbled in his throat.
The vibrations rang through me with the effect of a cymbal crash. I shuddered in bliss even as I grasped his head.
“I want you,” I breathed out. “Not your power.”
Remy’s stare pinned me to the floor. “I am my power. If I don’t use it, then I’m holding back. Is that what you want?”
“No.”
I hadn’t needed to think it over. I didn’t even say it for selfish reasons. I wanted all of him.
“Don’t hold back,” I whispered.
God, his smile. I’d never seen anything so sexy—or scary.
“Oh, Raine. You might regret saying that.”
I didn’t have time to ask why. He thrust deeper, burying me in pure sensation.
In seconds, I couldn’t form sentences. I could only make sounds that grew increasingly high-pitched.
Remy moved like he could feel everything I felt, slowing down when I wanted to savor things, and speeding up when I wanted to spin out of control.
My fifth orgasm left me whipping under him like a live wire. He picked me up, setting me on top of him while he arched his back. The increased pressure on my clit thrummed more ecstasy through me. I ground against him as he pushed so deeply inside me, a rapturous sob built in my throat.
He sat up, catching my breast in his mouth. More starbursts webbed through me. I cradled his head, shuddering at the mind-bending pleasure. Remy grasped my hips, holding me tighter. Hard, quick thrusts had my eyes nearly rolling back in my head as the relentless passion spun me out again.
Orgasm six had me screaming his name the way every guy wished someone would. Only afterward did I realize he hadn’t used his power on me for that one.
“You said you wouldn’t hold back,” I panted out.
He flipped me over, bringing my hips back against his and kissing my sweat-slicked back. “I’m not going to, but I wanted you to know I didn’t need my power to make you come.”
Mission very much accomplished.
“Your turn,” I managed to say. “I’m already way ahead.”
His laugh tightened my already swollen flesh around his cock. “Soon, but not yet. I’m enjoying this too much to stop.”
I didn’t realize how serious he was. Not until “soon” turned out to be several glorious hours later.