“Then I guess I’ll just keep doing this.I’ll just keep you on the edge of coming until we both die,” Remi said.His fingers stroked up and down, over her clit and outside her entrance, too light and too slow to bring her back to the pinnacle.
She shifted and arched and tried to get his fingers to enter her, but he resisted all of her movements.
Arrogance gleamed in his eyes as Skye looked down at him between her legs.He kissed her thigh.“Is there something you need?”he murmured.His tongue swirled once around her clit as his fingers dipped inside her quickly before retreating again.
A deep throbbing ache pulsed in her empty core.He continued to push her to the edge, only to pull away again, licking in slow, maddening circles.
Skye tried to disguise her breaths and hide when she was close, forcing herself not to tense just before the orgasm built—
He smirked and leaned back, pulling his mouth away from her again.His fingers found the base of her tail, and Skye released a strangled and embarrassing whimper.She didn’t have the coherency to magic her tail away, and Remi was using it to add to his torture routine.The soft caress of his fingers twirling around the sensitive skin of her tail sent sparks of heated arousal through her lower body.
She should just leave.This was not part of her plan, except…
It was, wasn’t it?Hadn’t she wanted to let Remi feel like he had power over her?So why was it so goddamn impossible to pretend?Anger fizzled in her veins, and pride, so much goddamn demon-motivated pride.
She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth.“Please.”
Remi pressed his cheek to her thigh.“What was that?Did you say something?”His faux-innocent eyes blinked up at her.
“Please,” she bit out.“Please make me come.”
Remi grinned.His hands skated up her body and tugged her top down until her breasts were exposed.He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling them as he nuzzled his face back to where she needed him the most.His tongue lashed against her clit, licking and sucking.
One hand thumbed her breasts as the other trailed down her torso and settled between her legs.Two fingers stroked along her entrance, and Skye gasped in relief as they plunged inside her.His other hand moved from her breasts to tease the base of her tail, the area somehow connected by a string to the pleasure spot inside her body.
Skye’s legs trembled as she tried to hold herself up, her tail flicking back and forth uncontrollably.His incessant teasing had already worked her up to the brink.
Their gazes connected, and Skye tried to look away.She wanted to shut her eyes and take back even a little bit of power, but she was trapped, stuck in the quicksand of his ice-blue eyes.Pleasure tickled up her spine in recognition of something she didn’t know, didn’t understand.
Her body jerked, and she moaned as she rode the ecstatic wave of her orgasm as it washed over her.She pressed her face into the arm of the couch to muffle her moan.
A flood of humiliation swept in the second the bliss receded, a twisting sickness in her chest that made her woozy.
Remi kissed the inside of her thigh until she managed to gain enough dignity to move off him.
He stood beside the couch, and his fingers gathered her hair and tilted her head so she was forced to look up at him.Skye was powerless against his movements.
His parted mouth glistened with her arousal, and his blue eyes darkened, almost like his shadows blinked into existence as he stared down at her, delirious with need.Hunger.
He didn’t break eye contact as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock, then stroked it.
His other hand held steady at the back of her head.Her shirt was still yanked down below her breasts, and her stiff nipples rubbed against the fabric of his shirt as he pulled her close and kissed her.Their tongues fought one another with the same passion that they usually reserved for their bickering.
His teeth scored her bottom lip, biting until a coppery taste filled her mouth.
The smooth, hard heat of his cock pressed into her belly.She tried to reach down to grab it—watching him break apart in her hand might allow her to regain some semblance of control—but he stopped her.
“Come here,” he said.
She allowed him to crowd her toward the table.
“Turn around,” he said.
She pressed her lips together but obeyed, turning and planting her feet wide on the ground.Draping her upper body over the table, she arched her back the way she knew he wanted her to.
The edge of the table bit into her hips as he pressed his hard cock against her.He held the meat of her shoulder and leaned back just enough to slick the head of his cock up her entrance, gathering her arousal.
Over and over again, he teased them both, and it lit the fire of her anger.She hated that he had the ability to make her feel lust so deeply.It almost felt like a different emotion altogether.
