Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“I think you would play the role better than Lance.”
His eyes went wide. “He fucked it up?”
“He can’t turn off his need to assess everyone, so they thought he was a cop. You’re better at appearing relaxed.”
“So next time?”
“We’ll see. Go home and get some sleep.”
“Are we meeting up later this morning?” he asked as he got to his feet.
“Let’s hold off until early afternoon.”
As soon as Corbin was gone, I hurried upstairs. I needed to see Henri. I needed to be inside him to remind myself my world wasn’t all death and darkness.
Henri was sleeping on his stomach, spread out like a starfish in the center of the bed, face buried in my pillow. I watched him for several moments. The streetlight shining through the window made his hair look like it was on fire, and his long lashes glittered against his cheek. Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I stripped, dropping my clothes right where I stood, then I pulled the covers back and climbed onto the bed.
Henri shivered and stirred, but he didn’t wake. I settled between his legs, pushing them wider. He groaned and wriggled his ass.
He was so fucking beautiful all spread out like that for me. I took hold of his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing his hole to me so I could swipe my tongue across it. Henri lifted his hips as though seeking more. I teased him, fluttering the tip of my tongue over his hole.
“Remy?” his sleepy voice asked.
“You damn well better not think it’s anybody else.” I pushed two fingers inside him. “Who does this ass belong to?
“You.” He blinked and turned to look at me. “You’re safe?”
“Yes, and now I need the spoils of my victory.”
“You can have anything you want from me.”
His confession threatened to overwhelm me. I tugged on his hips until he brought his knees under himself giving me better access. Pleasure. That’s what I would focus on, not the confusing emotions swirling in my head.
“Open your legs more.” He did as I said, and I licked over his hole again. I used my tongue to make him moan and whimper as he pushed against my face, trying to get more.
One day, I would love to do this to him for hours, but that morning I was too impatient to feel him squeeze around me, to remember he was mine. He had given this to me and only me.
I sat back and fumbled for the lube in my nightstand drawer. “Turn over.”
He did and looked up at me, eyes glazed with lust. “Need you.”
“I need you too.”
I slicked my cock, but before I pushed inside him, I leaned down and took his mouth. He returned my kiss with a desperation that was unlike anything I’d felt from him before. He’d been desperate to come the night I’d edged him, but this felt like a deeper need, like he wanted to hold onto me, to consume me. I felt it too. I needed to bind him to me, to mark him as mine, to make him promise never to leave.
I pulled away from his mouth, and he whimpered, reaching for me. I took his hands and pinned them over his head. “I’m controlling this.”
“Yes, please. Fuck me. Control me.”
He was nearly out of his mind. His hips arched up, moving as if I were already inside him. He was so absolutely perfect.
I let go of his wrists, and he kept them where they were without me having to tell him to. I pushed his legs up until they were doubled on his chest, exposing him completely. I teased his spit slick entrance with the tip of my cock until he squirmed. “Please, Remington. Please.”
I wanted to keep toying with him, but I needed him as desperately as he needed me. I’d survived the night, but I needed this primal proof of survival.
I thrust into him, making him cry out. I didn’t stop until I was buried in him as far as I could go. He wrapped his legs around my hips, and I took hold of his hands again, lacing our fingers together. I took him roughly, and he met every stroke. We drove our bodies against each other, and I loved feeling him struggle underneath me. “Remington! Oh God, I… I…”
“What?” I growled. “Tell me.”
I could feel him trying to hold back. I didn’t want that. I wanted everything from him, every vulnerable moment, every cry, every need.
“Can’t… Can’t breathe,” he said, voice raspy.
Instead of easing up, I fucked him faster. He gasped, tossing his head back and forth.
“Tell me. You can’t escape. Can’t hide from me.”
“Oh fuck.”
I reach between our bodies and grasped his cock, working my hand up and down, bringing him right to the edge. “Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”