Page 106 of Vicious Temptation

There’s no hesitation in her now. She takes her time crossing the few feet between us, watching me as my entire body reacts to every step. By the time she reaches me, breathing has become a fucking chore.

The corner of her mouth lifts as she takes in my face.

“I think I like you like this,” she murmurs.

“Like me how?”

“With my cum on your face.”

I stare at her, then laugh as I drag my tongue along my bottom lip, tasting her again. “Yeah, I like it too.”

“I know,” she says, taking the condom from my hand and trailing the wrapper up my stomach and over my chest before pressing it to my mouth.

I open for her, catching the wrapper between my teeth.

Remi hooks her fingers beneath the hem of my shirt and starts dragging it upward. She gets it past my stomach and halfway up my chest before she stretches onto her toes.

“A little help?”

I laugh around the condom and lift my arms as she pulls the shirt higher until my height finally wins the battle. Grabbing the back of it, I yank it over my head, tossing it somewhere behind me. Her gaze travels across my bare chest as her palms glide across my skin. She leans in, pressing a slow kiss over my heart, and the tenderness of it catches me completely off guard. Then her hands drift lower to the waistband of my sweatpants. She pushes them down with my boxer briefs, and as soon as they clear my hips, she freezes.

Suddenly, Remi has absolutely nothing to say.

Her lips part as she takes me in, her attention dropping first to my cock and then to the metal pierced through it.

“Well, that seems fucking excessive.”

The condom wrapper shifts between my teeth as I fight a grin. Remi steps closer and rises onto her toes, taking the packet from my mouth before tearing it open. She rolls the condom into place as I lean in, speaking against her ear.

“You’re already thinking about what that’s going to feel like when I fuck you, aren’t you?”

Her hand pauses on me, and she looks up through her lashes.

“Maybe I’m trying to get this fucking condom on you without dropping to my knees first.”

Fuck.

I brush my mouth over her cheek.

“You know, you make it really fucking hard to remember I’m supposed to be the one in control here.”

She finishes rolling the condom down and wraps her fingers around me.

“Who made that arrangement?”

My hand closes around her throat, and her chin tips up, that little smile staying right where it is. I kiss her hard, then hook one arm beneath her ass and lift her off the floor in one smooth motion. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to the couch.

God, I need to fuck her. I want to be inside her so fucking badly I can barely think straight, to feel her wrapped around me with nothing between us but the thin barrier she just put there.

Remi pulls me to her as soon as we hit the cushions.

“Fera, tell me you want this.”

Her lips brush mine when she answers. “I think I’ve made that pretty fucking obvious.”

“Say it anyway.”

Her hand slides around the back of my neck, fingers tangling into my hair as she pulls me down to her.