Page 228 of Remy

That curve of lips turns sinful. “Who says I’m not wearing it?”

I lower my gaze again, taking in the wealth of cleavage, the mass of skin on display. It’s not in her hair because her locks are loose and tangled around her shoulders. “Where?”

She licks her bottom lip with a nervous flick of her tongue. “Maybe you should search and find out.”

I growl, unable to withstand the torture any longer.

I swoop in, slamming my mouth to hers.

She melts into the contact, opening for me, deepening the kiss on impact.

I grind into her, my dick desperate for the friction while a needy sound escapes her throat.

“Find it,” she rasps against my mouth, raising a leg to wrap around my hip.

I groan, clasping a hand to her elevated knee, my palm burning as I skate a trail toward the apex of her thighs. I’m inches away from heaven, so fucking ready to get my hands on her panties and tear them to shreds when something foreign brushes my fingertips.

I glance down, finding a thick band of black elastic wrapped around her upper thigh, my ring tied to it with a tiny red ribbon.

My cock jolts with appreciation.

“I told you I was wearing it.” She looks up at me through hooded lashes. So coy. So undeniably stunning.

“Good fucking girl.” I smash my mouth back on hers, one hand gliding into her hair to command the tilt of her chin while the other continues to slide along her thigh, over her smooth hip, to her bare ass.

Don’t tell me she’s not wearing any panties.

I’d hauled her over my shoulder. Her pretty pussy would’ve been on display.

A growl rumbles in my throat as I splay my hand, my fingers brushing fabric.

My virgin minx is wearing the tiniest silken G-string.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” I lower my hand from her hair, my touch skimming her jaw to gently palm her throat. “I’m a slave to you. I always have been.”

“I feel the same way,” she whispers into my mouth. “From the first moment we met, I’ve been yours.”

Fuck.

I can’t take the perfection.

The serendipity.

I drag my hand from her ass to slide between us, gliding over the slip of material covering her crotch. “Then show me.” I rake my tongue against hers. “Burn for me, Pyro.”

She shudders as I find her clit through the slippery fabric, rubbing gently back and forth.

She grabs for my shirt, her greedy fingers tugging, pulling.

“Do you like that?” I grind my throbbing cock into her hip as our mouths dance. “Do you enjoy me touching you?”

“Yes.” Her lips are frantic against mine. Her nails scratch into my chest. “You drive me wild. Every time I think of you I…”

I pull back, meeting her eyes. “You what?”

She pants, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “I…” She bites her bottom lip, gliding an arm between us, her hand finding mine between her thighs. She tentatively clasps my fingers, guiding them beneath the elastic of her panties, and smooths them over the warmest, wettest honey pot. “I get like this.”

I tense. Every muscle. Every limb.

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