Her hips buck wildly against my hand as I curl my fingers, searching for that sweet spot. “Say it,” I demand, my voice rough with my own desire. “Say my name, Eve.”
“Remy,” she cries out, her body tensing as she comes apart around my fingers. “Oh God, Remy!”
I don’t stop, continuing my relentless assault as her orgasm washes over her. I want to feel every contraction of her core, want to hear her scream my name again and again.
“That’s it, Eve,” I growl, my voice harsh with my own need. “I need more from you, baby.”
Her body shudders as another orgasm overtakes her, her walls clenching around my fingers. “Remy, please,” she whimpers, her voice broken. “I can’t take anymore.”
I slow my movements, finally taking pity on her. She’s magnificent when she loses control, but I can sense her body is exhausted from the intensity of her release.
I withdraw my fingers slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. Her body is spent, her breath coming in short gasps, but her eyes still hold that spark of defiance. She’s not done yet, and neither am I.
I lower my head, capturing her lips in a deep, demanding kiss. She tastes of sin and passion, and I can feel her body responding to mine once more as I lay my weight on her.
I want to brand her as mine and mark her so that everyone knows she belongs to me. I want to possess her body and soul, and I know she’s not ready to give in that easily. But I’m a patient man, and I intend to wear her down, piece by delicious piece.
It’s been too long since I’ve had her like this—vulnerable, spent, but still hungry for more. I can see the desire in her eyes, the way she wants to deny it. Her core clenches around my fingers, and she can’t hide the need that burns between us.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire. “Are you ready for more, Eve?”
She tries to keep her face expressionless, but I see the flicker of anticipation that crosses her features. She’s not ready to give in, not yet, but her body betrays her true desires.
I chuckle darkly, trailing my fingers through her wetness, preparing her for what’s to come. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of you.”
I position myself between her legs, my cock throbbing with anticipation. Her legs fall open, inviting me in, and I revel in thesight of her—her flushed skin, her heaving breasts, the way she arches her back to offer herself to me.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I whisper, my eyes raking over her body. “But you know that, don’t you?”
She bites her lip, a spark of defiance still burning in her eyes. “Maybe. But it’s been a while since anyone’s reminded me.”
I lean down, my breath ghosting over her skin. “A travesty, considering how stunning you are.”
She shivers beneath me, and I lower my head to capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking gently as I roll it between my teeth. Her back arches off the bed, a soft moan escaping her lips. She wants to act indifferent, but her body can’t lie.
I trail kisses down her body. Her skin tastes of salt and arousal, and I indulge in the sensation, knowing she’s mine to savor.
My cock throbs, aching to be inside her, but I take my time.
But as I feast on her, I can’t help but think back to that night eight years ago—the night she tricked me, slipping away while I slept. I should’ve known better than to let my guard down, but she had gotten under my skin and clouded my usually sharp judgment.
That night, I swore I’d make her pay for her betrayal. I’d spent years watching from a distance, and now, here she was, spread out before me, offering herself up for my pleasure.
I couldn’t resist the urge to take her in the shower, to claim her in the most primitive way possible. But now, as I kneel between her legs, her soft thighs bracketing my hips, I want to savor this moment, to make it count.
I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of my cock.
I push forward slowly, watching her face as I fill her, stretching her. Her walls clench around me, and she throws her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Fuck,” I grit out, my eyes closing.
She just nods, her breath coming in short gasps as I begin to move, slowly at first, savoring the sensation of being buried deep inside her. But my control only stretches so far, and soon, I’m thrusting into her with abandon.
Her moans fill the room, music to my ears, and I feel her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapping around my hips to pull me closer. She’s meeting my every thrust, her body moving with mine as if we were made for this.
I lean down, my mouth close to her ear. “You like that, don’t you, baby?” I whisper, my voice harsh with need. “You like being mine.”
She nods, her breath hot against my skin. “Yes,” she pants. “God, yes, Remy. I’ve wanted this—”
