pulled out a square package. Snapping it open with his teeth, he got the condom out and slid it on his straining length.
I groaned, desire roaring back. Flooding me.
He strode back to me. Silent.
Yet saying everything with his hungry eyes.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any girl in my entire life,” he said harshly, looking down at me on the bed.
“You sound angry about it,” I said as I rose up to my knees and touched his shoulder, tracing down his chest, passing my name over his heart.
He shuddered, his entire body vibrating. “Remi. It’s been so long . . .”
Since he’d had sex? Or since he’d had me?
I kissed his nipple and sucked hard, my hand moving to his shaft. He grunted and tossed his head back, maneuvering to give me a better grasp. I stroked him, pumping. I loved seeing him like this. He was a total Tau, a conqueror, but I could make him weak at my touch. Ready to break at any moment.
Need clawed at me, scratching to get out. “I want to see you come undone for me,” I said.
His eyes zoomed in on me. “Tell me something, do I make you come harder than Hartford?”
I didn’t answer, but stroked my nose up his neck. I whispered in his ear, “Get behind me.”
Without uttering a word, he pushed me down on the bed, flipped me over like a ragdoll and raised my hips up.
Standing at the foot of the bed, his hands traced down my back. Soft.
His length teased my entrance, dipping in the wetness—until he was gone.
“No,” he growled and flipped me back over, positioning himself between my legs. “I want to see your face.”
Yes. My heart hammered in my chest. Anything he wanted. Anything.
He nudged inside me a few inches then slid back out. “Remi,” he gasped. His thumb caressed my lips, and I bit his finger then kissed it gently.
He bent over me, a dark and pained look on his face as he slid out and then back, going deeper each time, getting me used to his thickness. I squirmed, my body adjusting to the tight fit. Working up to a slow pace, he finally hit all the way home, and I moaned.
There. Yes!
“More,” I begged, rotating my hips toward him, but he ignored me, using that torturous slow pace. He picked up the pearls, wrapped them around his hand, and tugged, forcing me to raise my chest to his so they didn’t break. He buried his face in my neck as my hands dug into his back.
“I want to be so deep inside you that nothing will ever tear us apart,” he said.
I grabbed his ass and pushed him further inside me.
“Remi, please, I’m going to break soon,” he called, his voice torn to pieces.
“Me too.”
A warm tongue ran up my neck as he pumped me hard and sure, yet with a carefulness I didn’t understand. He twisted his hips for a new position to go deeper, grinding, and I writhed underneath him, feeling the summit ahead.
I was close, so close.
His fingers strummed my nub, rubbing the wetness around. Teasing me. He wore me out, sweat dripping from his face to mine and he owned my body, making it do whatever he wanted. He was a drug; his body the antidote to all the sadness I’d suffered.
He stared down at me, his eyes dark as he opened his mouth to say something, but then didn’t.
Fire built once again, and I vibrated, grabbing the sheets and riding out the orgasm as my muscles spasmed around him. Yes!
He froze, watching me undulate around him. My throat clogged at the torment on his face. So much emotion—from both of us—yet I couldn’t say a damn word.
Then, as if he’d flipped a switch and was done being gentle, he bent my knees to my chest and pushed my legs together. My body tightened, ready for what came next. He wanted to put his stamp on me—own me. He slammed into me, pounding, sliding all the way out and then ramming home. We scooted to the headboard. The clock fell off the nightstand. The lamp teetered as he worked me to the corner, his body pushing me higher and higher.
I begged for more. Always more.
He delivered with one palm on the wall and one pressing on my legs. Arching his back, he crested, roaring his release into the room, his cock tightening and expanding.
Collapsing next to me, he kissed my cheek and pulled me