Page 266 of Remy

“We’re so fucking good together.” I pound into her, adding slight pressure to her throat. “I’ll never get enough.”

“I’m close.” She pants. “Oh, God. It’s right there.”

“That’s it, Pyro.” I graze my teeth along her jaw, praying, begging for her surrender. “Take my dick like a good girl.” I close my eyes, focusing on anything but the way her pussy strangles me. “Come all over my cock.”

“Shit.” She tenses around me, her thighs a vise. “I’m… I’m…”

She cries out her release, the flutter of her core opening the flood gates, the fucking ache of my shaft giving way to pulsing pleasure.

I claim her mouth. Kiss her hard.

We’re all tangled tongues and smashed lips. Panted breaths and thrusting hips.

I lose myself inside her, each pulse of my orgasm rocketing through my entire body.

I groan for her, eating up her whimpers, ringing out each thrust with a delicious grind until we’re one gasping, heaving mess.

I press my forehead to hers as we come down from the peak. I roll onto my side, taking her with me, our bodies still entwined, our legs entangled.

We stare at each other, panted breaths receding, her gentle hands coming to rest on my chest.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods. Boneless. Maybe even mindless. “I’m perfect.”

She sure is.

In every way imaginable.

Her attention strays from mine, her gaze casually moving over my left shoulder.

Shit.

She stiffens, the sudden tensing threatening to push my softening cock out of her.

“I can explain.” I palm her waist, refusing to let her run as her eyes widen on the wall beside my bed, the floor-to-ceiling space filled with hundreds of pictures of her. “It was one of Flynn’s pranks. He did it the night he saw you at Smoke & Mirrors. I think the kid got an inkling I was in over my head with you and decided to exploit the situation by downloading all your social media pics.”

Her gaze returns to mine. “That’s a lot of photos.”

“It is.” Three hundred and sixty-one. When I can’t sleep, I lie here counting them.

“You didn’t think to take them down?”

“Are you kidding? Why would I do that? Those images have been the inspiration for a lot of stress relief.”

Her smile turns shy, her breathy laugh tightening my ribs in a way I’ve never felt before. “I’d like to see that so-called stress relief.”

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be happy to demonstrate.” I kiss her cheek, her nose, her lips. “I’m not ashamed to admit I’m obsessed with you. I don’t want those pictures to ever come down.”

“I’m obsessed with you, too.” She skims her fingers over my pecs. “You make me happy.”

The quiet stretches as we stare at each other, the humor gradually fading from her expression as grief worms its way back in.

She grows cold. Distant.

It fucking guts me to watch her suffer.

“Remy…” Her nose scrunches as tears build in her eyes. “I’m really sorry, but I promise what’s about to happen has nothing to do with the sex.”

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