Page 37 of Assassin

She.

Was.

His.

There was no way he’d give her up either.

“God. Calyx, hurry,” he muttered, watching her nipples pebble, and her body respond to his. There were splashes of color across her whole body.

She was lovely.

Oh, and she was close.

Pinned beneath him, Calyx knew there was no way she was holding on longer.

Remington was working her body hard.

When he hit that one spot, Remmy tore her from the edge, sending her into one hell of an orgasm, but it didn’t end.

He pummeled that spot, and it made a second orgasm follow. No one had ever done that to her before, and it proved one thing.

This man was insatiable.

Thank God.

When he felt the ripples of orgasm, he held on with every ounce of control he had left, and when she came a second time, he was done.

He was only human.

Remmy exploded, cumming in his wickedly brave woman.

There was no way he could hold it back either. Her body was too great a lure.

That heat ruptured from him, filling Calyx with that heat, and marking her as his.

Again.

As the colors swirled, they rolled on the canvas, making that one last pass over it to leave a lasting imprint of color. When they rolled off, he moaned, and his body shook as he held her in his arms.

He rested beside her, cognizant of her clinging to him and wrapped in his protective arms.

They were safe.

That delicious feeling of her trapped against him…

His woman.

His and only his.

It was life changing.

She was flushed red, and they were both a mess. The whole time, he could smell her perfume, and it made him crazy.

It looked as if Calyx was going to be his drug, and he was addicted. Now, he wanted to take her all over again in the shower.

And he would.

They had to get cleaned up, so why not?

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