Page 23 of Fire Bound

She swings her hand back at me like she wants to claw me, but when the head of my dick swipes through her creamy folds, she stills. “That’s what I thought.” I chuckle.

Remi’s back bows as she presses her hips back. Her arms lean against the wall, keeping herself up.

I tease her entrance with my dick, making her squirm before me, but she remains silent. “What? No more smart-ass remarks? Come on Remi, that’s so not like you.”

Her head turns so she can glare at me over her shoulder. “Either fuck me or get lost so I can find someone who—”

I’m thrusting deep inside of her before she can finish her sentence. She cries out into the night air, the sound echoing off the building around us. I’m sure someone heard her, but I don’t give a shit. Sinking into Remington delivers a kind of euphoria no street drug could ever replicate.

As her whole body shakes from the invasion, I brush her hair from her shoulder. “Threatening to have another man fuck you while my fingers still smell of your last orgasm isn’t a good idea, love.”

“Neither is this, yet here we are,” Remi breathes out as her body adjusts to my length.

Painfully slow, I ease myself out of her. “What? You want me to stop?” I offer even though I know there’s no going back. If we don’t finish what we started, I may combust into flames.

Her muscles tighten around my cock, desperate to keep me buried deep inside. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she warns.

“Couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

I slowly build up my momentum, thrusting shallowly at first but as her soft sounds of need grow louder, I find it hard to go slow. My fingers dig into the curve of her hip, no doubt leaving bruises on her tanned skin as I plunge deeper into her.

With each thrust, my wolf bangs against his cage begging for me to let him partake. The scent of her arousal drives him mad. Gritting my teeth so hard I’m surprised my molars don’t crack, I force him back down.

I want to focus on the woman before me, not the beast within. Those two things can never commingle.

Removing one of her hands from the wall, she delves it between her creamy thighs. Remington plays with herself as I fuck her from behind. Nothing about this transaction is sweet or romantic. There are no red roses or silk sheets. This is raw, primal, andangry.

She’s angry at me and I’m angry at myself for something I can’t undo. That I refuse to fix.

Snaking my arm around her, I roll one of her pebbled nipples between my fingers through the material of her dress. Remi hisses out a breath as the sensation makes her whole body quiver.

I want this to last, but this encounter is a long time coming. Months of angry glances and actions have been slowly bringing me to the edge. Watching her finger fuck herself on the bed earlier almost sent me over and now as her walls tighten and quiver around me, it’s taking everything I have to not go off.

Her body is coated in a sheen of sweat and the gray T-shirt I wear clings to my own damp skin.

Removing my hand from her breast, I drag it up her spine to tangle it into the silky strands of her chocolate brown hair. Remington growls in protest when I roughly angle her head back so I can lick across the seam of her mouth. With little prompting, she opens for me and greets my tongue eagerly with hers.

Our breaths combine as we both race toward our climaxes.

When the walls of her pussy start to flutter and she begins to throw her hips back to meet each of my deep thrusts, I know she’s close.

“That’s it, show me how much you hate me,” I order against her mouth before biting down hard on her bottom lip at the same time I thrust as hard and deep as I can.

I swallow her scream as she comes around my cock in a shaking, shuddering mess. Her squeezing me until my world tilts and I momentarily forget how to breathe. Pleasure rips through my body as I spill everything I have inside of her. I ride out the wave, continuing to move in and out of her in shallow movements until I have nothing left and we both collapse forward.

We stay there, catching our breaths. Her pussy continues to quiver around my dick and each time her muscles flex, I have to bite back a groan.

She rests her head against the brick wall, breathing hard while my forehead hangs on her shoulder. Our panting and erratic heartbeats are the only sound around us. The scent of our orgasms mingle in the cool night air.

For a moment, there is no anger and there is no remorse. We are just us; sweaty and spent. The storm that brews between us has calmed. The thunder and lightning are silent, the treacherous wind is still, but it doesn’t last long. I know the second it all comes crashing back to her. Her muscles tense and her spine straightens abruptly, forcing me to stand up with her.

The walls of her pussy flex once more on my cock before she pulls herself off of me. Remington keeps her back to me as she silently pulls her dress back into place and smooths her mussed hair. She’s not trying to make herself presentable. No, she’s fixing the armor she had temporarily removed.

With each passing second, she’s slowly putting the walls she’s spent a year building back into place.

I follow her lead, shoving my semihard cock back into the confines of my jeans. “Remington,” I try as I zip up my pants.

She doesn’t say anything, keeps her eyes locked on the wall in front of her. She lets out a long breath before her chin tilts up and her shoulders go back. Like she’s steeling herself to face me.

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