Page 62 of Fire Bound

“It felt warm, but it didn’t burn. At most my skin just...tingled,” she explains, a look of wonderment reflected on her face. “I want to know if it was a fluke... or if it was something else.” Remi rotates her wrist so that our palms and fingers are pressed flat against each other. “Try it again.”

“Absolutely not,” I answer immediately without having to put so much as a second of thought into it.

But then she says the one thing that can make me change my mind—that can make me do anything. “I love you and I trust you. Trust me that it’s not going to hurt me.”

Even though everything in me pleads for me to not do it, I give in with a defeated sigh. “I’m not going full power,” I warn her. “We’ll start small.”

She nods her head, her face lighting up, as if she’s excited at the possibility of being in pain.Jesus Christ... this woman.

It’s true. Her crazy fits mine.

Slowly, as if I’m turning a faucet, I allow my power to trickle through my body and out my palm. At first, I think her hand is shaking, but I quickly figure out that it’s my hand that is quivering with anxiety as I wait for her to feel the effects.

Her eyes stay locked on our joined palms as the power fills my hand. I keep waiting for her to pull away from me and start crying in pain, but she doesn’t so much as flinch. Even with the small amount I’m using on her, there should be excruciating pain accompanied with it.

I feel my jaw drop as I observe her. “Nothing?”

“No,” she breathes in awe. “Use more.”

Needing to see how much she can handle, I push more of my power into her body. Bit by bit, I increase the amount, but she never moves.

“It’s just warm and my body is humming, but it doesn’t hurt.”

With one last push, I infuse her with as much of the hellfire as I can. This amount would kill even the strongest person. It could easily take out Isabeau.

It’s the amount I plan on using on Sterling.

“Can you feel it?”

She presses her palm harder against mine, but still shakes her head. “It’s hotter than before but no, it doesn’t hurt.”

Reining in my power, I take her hand in mine so I can examine her skin for any signs she’s fallen victim to my power, but there’s nothing. Her skin isn’t even red. She should have been rendered to a screaming puddle on the ground as her organs were overcome and destroyed by the hellfire.

I can’t find the words yet so I keep staring at her, as I go through all the possibilities as to why it wouldn’t work on her. When my eyes slide over the mark on her neck once more, it clicks.

“The hellfire is an extension of me. A piece of me,” I announce as it all comes together in my mind. “Just like you are. As my mate, you’re part of me and my soul.” My other half. “It can’t hurt you because you’re a part of me.”A very important part of me.

She looks thrilled by the knowledge, but I don’t miss the flash ofremorse.Hidden behind the joy. “You’re upset it won’t hurt you.”

Remington sits back in her chair with a pout. “I still wanted to know what it felt like.”

Laughing, I sling my arm around her shoulders and bring her to me. “You’re twisted.” I tilt her chin up. “Just like me,” I tell her before kissing her.

It starts off tender, but just like every other time, it quickly heats up until she’s moaning into my mouth and I’m gripping her waist, pulling her into my lap. As I lick into her mouth, she grinds herself into my quickly hardening cock with slow, measured movements.

Without breaking her mouth away from mine, she reaches between us and tackles the fly of my distressed jeans. She has my dick free and in her hand before I have time to register what she’s up to. Teasingly, she trails her fingers softly over the hardening flesh. It’s just enough for me to hiss out a breath.

Remington smirks against my lips before she slips off my lap and spreads my legs wide so she can kneel in front of me. Scraping her nails across my jean-clad thighs, she looks up at me with liquid fire in her eyes. Holding my gaze, she grips the base of my dick before leaning forward to flick her tongue across the sensitive crown.

“Think Philip can see us?” Remi asks tauntingly. “Do you think he can see me on my knees for you?”

“I don’t care if he can,” I grunt out as she wraps her lips and sucks the head, tongue swirling. “I want him to be jealous of me. I have something that he’ll never have.” Or anyone else will ever have. “He can watch all he wants, but I’m the only one who gets to touch you. I’m the only one who gets to know what this hot mouth feels like or what it feels like to have that tight pussy of yours milk every drop from me.”

When she has me so close to the edge that my world starts to tilt, I pull her violently off the ground.

“What—” she begins to ask, but when I start to rip her leggings off her body, the question dies on her tongue. “Kick off your shoes,” I order with a gruff voice.

She does what I say while I shove my jeans farther down my thighs. Once she’s bottomless, I’m pulling her back onto my lap.

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