Page 73 of Carnival Shadows

“Fuck,” I moan. “So full.”

“That’s it, my perfect slut.” His voice rumbles through me as he starts to thrust slowly at first. “Take it all.”

I bite my lip, struggling to accommodate his size with the dildo. I feel deliciously stretched, my body burning with arousal. His fingers work my clit in a relentless rhythm, sending spirals of pleasure through me.

“I love your tight little body,” he growls, his hips picking up speed. “Love fucking your ass and knowing how much you need it.”

“Yes,” I pant, my nails digging into the sheets. “Need you, Remy. Always need you.”

He grunts in response, his thrusts becoming more urgent as the intensity builds. His fingers rub my clit furiously, working me higher and higher. I clench around him, my inner walls fluttering as my orgasm nears.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice tight. “Come all over my cock and dildo.”

His harsh words push me over the edge. My back arches as I shatter into pieces, sobbing his name. Around me, Remy groans.He spills inside my ass, and I can feel his cock twitch as he pumps his release into me.

For several long moments, we’re frozen in place. I squeeze around his cock, milking the last drops of his release. His mouth presses a kiss to the sensitive skin between my shoulder blades.

“Damn, baby,” he breathes, his voice hoarse.

I lay spent and trembling on the bed, my body still tingling from the intensity of our encounter. Remy’s weight shifts behind me as he carefully withdraws, leaving me empty but satisfied. The loss of his warmth makes me shiver.

“Stay still,” he commands, his voice gentle but firm. I hear him moving around the room, and he returns with a warm washcloth. His touch is surprisingly tender as he cleans between my legs.

“You okay?” he asks, his fingers trailing my spine.

“More than okay,” I admit into the pillow, too boneless to move. “Though I might not be able to walk straight for a while.”

His low chuckle sends warmth through my chest. “Good. I want everyone to see how well-fucked you are when you leave this trailer.”

I turn my head to look at him, taking in his satisfied expression. His hair is a mess from where I grabbed it earlier, and there are red marks on his shoulders from my nails. The sight of him like this makes my heart flutter.

“What time is it?” I ask, remembering his meeting with Ty and my girl’s night.

Remy glances at his phone. “Still got half an hour.” He stretches out beside me, pulling me against his chest. “Plenty of time to recover.”

I snuggle into his warmth, breathing in his scent. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my hip as we lie in comfortable silence. These quiet moments after sex are becoming my favorite part ofbeing with him—when the intensity fades into something softer, more intimate.

35

EDEN

Ihover near the entrance of Aurora’s trailer, feeling oddly out of place. The sound of laughter spills through the open door, along with the scent of popcorn.

“Eden!” Aurora waves me in, her smile genuine. “Come sit with us.”

The interior is cozy, with fairy lights that warmly glow over the gathered women. Lily and Alice share a loveseat while Flora perches cross-legged on a pile of cushions. Tilly’s typing away on her phone, probably texting Phoenix, and Sofia lounges on the small couch like a queen.

“We’ve got wine, snacks, and absolutely no talk of work allowed,” Alice announces, passing me a glass of red. “That means no podcast stories.”

I accept the wine, grateful for something to do with my hands. “Thanks. I’m not used to this.”

“Girls’ nights?” Sofia’s perfectly shaped eyebrow arches. “We needed one after everything that’s happened. Sit down. You’re making me nervous standing there.”

Flora shifts over, making space for me on the cushions. Her smile is shy but welcoming. “The popcorn’s really good. Aurora made it with caramel.”

“And bourbon,” Aurora adds with a wink. “Everything’s better with bourbon.”

“Unless you’re pregnant,” Lily pipes up, and the room erupts in squeals as she blushes.

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