Page 38 of Carnival Shadows

“Please, what?” He thrusts two fingers inside me and leans forward, his teeth grazing my shoulder. “Say it, and I might just give you what you crave.”

My hands clench into fists, my nails digging into my skin as my body responds to him as if I were always his. “I need more,” I choke out, arching back against him.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you.” He pulls his fingers out and slowly drags them up my body, tracing patterns on my overheated skin. “Might have to teach you some manners.”

He spins me around to face him, his grip like steel around my wrists. His gaze flickers over me, devouring, assessing. I know he’s taking in my flushed skin, my swollen lips, and the way I’m trembling from my own need.

His fingers twist into my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. I swallow as his lips brush over my pulse point. “Say it again.”

“I need more,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering shut as his tongue traces the column of my throat.

“More what?” He tightens his grip in my hair, his eyes searching mine.

The words feel dirty leaving my mouth, but I say them anyway. “More of you.”

“Fuck.” His breath comes out rough, and he hauls me against him, kissing me hard.

His mouth crushes mine, taking everything I have to give and then some. My wrists burn in his grip, but I don’t care. I kiss him back with a desperation that matches his own, my body molding to his.

Remy pushes me back against the wall, holding me there with his hips as he thrusts his solid cock against me through his tight boxer briefs. The pain of my arms being stretched above myhead only adds to the intense, aching hunger that coils tighter and tighter inside me.

His teeth nip at my lower lip, and I moan, needing more of that bite, more of everything. “Please,” I whisper against his lips. “I need you inside me.”

He stills, his eyes searching mine. “You think you can handle more of me?”

My heart pounds in my chest, threatening to crack my ribs. “Yes.”

Remy’s eyes flare with heat, and he releases my wrists only to grip my thighs, lifting me off the ground. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips, pressing our bodies together.

I’m pulsing with need, every inch of my skin electric with anticipation. His eyes hold a challenge, silently daring me to keep going down this path.

“That’s it. Show me how bad you want it.”

I answer by grinding against his hard length. The rough fabric of his boxer briefs rubs against my slit, making me whimper. I arch against the wall, begging for more.

His eyes darken at the sound. In one swift motion, he drops his briefs. His broad hands yank at my ass cheeks, baring me to his gaze as he holds me out against the wall. I’m already so wet, and my thighs clench at the fleeting feel of his fingertips.

Remy groans, and I release a shaky breath, knowing that his thickness is about to fill me. His hands shift me, positioning me so his tip rests against my entrance. I’m so ready that he glides in with ease, the smooth slide of flesh on flesh.

A strangled cry escapes my throat as he fills me. He’s thick and long, and it feels incredible. Being impaled against the wall by this masculine force triggers something animalistic within.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his head thrown back as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into me.

He’s relentless, pounding into me with each thrust, all restraint abandoned. The hard impacts shove my back into the cold wall as he takes what he wants.

I meet his relentless rhythm, my nails digging into his shoulders. This isn’t gentle. It’s raw and dirty and perfect. Our bodies find a natural cadence—a perfect push and pull of urgent need.

His deep grunts echo in the small space, mixing with my whimpers and the wet sound of our bodies coming together. His fingers bite into my hips, and I feel him everywhere—filling me, surrounding me, consuming me.

“Greedy little whore,” he rasps, his lips ghosting over my ear. “You’re so tight around me, Eden.”

His pace is frantic, his grip bruising. I’m barely aware of anything beyond this overwhelming need to be fucked by him, to be used until I’m a quivering mess. Remy pushes me higher and higher, spiraling me toward a release that will shatter me.

“You like it rough, don’t you, little stalker?” He leans back, looking down at where we’re joined. “Bet you touch yourself thinking about this, about me fucking you like this.”

“Yes...” I hiss, my eyes clenched shut as he hits that spot inside me. “God, Remy, please...”

He groans at the sound of his name on my lips, his thrusts becoming uneven. His forearm braces against the wall next to my head as he slams into me, using his body to pin me in place, his hips flush against mine. The solid weight of him feels incredible, blocking out everything except the demanding pulse between my legs.

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