Page 195 of Vicious Temptation

A bead of precum gathers at the tip. Remi catches it with her thumb, circling it over the head before leaning in and chasing it with her tongue.

Her lips brush the metal as she traces the piercing, and I exhale through clenched teeth as she works her tongue along me before drawing me closer. I cradle the back of her neck as the first suck makes my thighs flex. She fucking loves this part, watching me lose every ounce of composure I was so proud of five minutes ago.

Remi draws away until only the tip rests between her lips, then wraps her hand around the base and strokes me slowly while keeping her attention there.

I swear she knows exactly how long to keep me there before taking more.

Each time she sinks lower, she holds me for a beat before easing up again, her gaze never leaving mine. Then she changes the pace again, alternating between teasing strokes of her hand and the warm pull of her mouth until sitting still becomes a fucking challenge.

“And you were worried about the damn eggs.” Her eyes crease at the corners.

“Don’t worry, fera. By the time we get back to breakfast, we’ll both be well-fed.”

That earns me another smile before she takes me farther. My abdomen draws taut, and I close my eyes, breathing through the pleasure building low in my spine.

“I’m close.”

Remi braces a hand against my thigh and sinks lower.

“Oh, God, Remi.”

When I open my eyes, tears glisten at the corners of hers, her lips swollen as she pulls away, then takes me again.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

I gather her hair in my fist, and she leans into my hold, guiding me forward until there’s no question about what she wants.

“That’s it, fera. Gag on it.”

Moving with her, I start slow. The tears finally spill over, tracking down her flushed cheeks.

“Fuck.”

She urges me on with another deliberate pull, and that’s all it takes to wreck me.

Bracing myself against the table, I give her a few rougher strokes until my body finally gives in. A groan tears from my chest as I come, still holding her hair while she takes every pulse.

Once my breathing begins to settle, she sits back on her calves. Remi swallows, wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then looks up at me like she didn’t just completely fucking ruin me.

I can only stare as that smug smile of hers returns.

“What?”

I laugh, reach down, and bring her up onto my lap. “You are fucking unbelievable.”

“And you’re obsessed with me.” She loops her arms around my neck, and I kiss her.

“Completely, minha chama.”

Forty-Eight

remi

Thiago: Movie night. My place.

Islide off my glove and stare at the message for all of two seconds before a cheesy grin spreads across my face.

A month ago, I would’ve laughed at anyone who said I’d be this excited about a text message. Today, I don’t even try to fight it. I wipe the residual grease from my fingers with a rag and glance back at the stripped engine bay of the RX-7 I’ve spent the past three hours bringing back to life.