Page 65 of The Mastermind

His hand cupped my center and his fingers explored under my panties. He lifted his face from my breast and groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.” He yanked off my thong, and it joined the bra on the floor. Then he palmed my center, and his fingers parted me. “You’re mine, Audri. We should have done this a long time ago.”

“Y-Yes, we should have,” I breathed, trying to brace myself for the onslaught of sensations. “We’re making up for it now.”

“I want to do all kinds of filthy things to you. Tell me you want it all.” His deep voice slid over me like a seductive rhythm, each beat tugging at my needs.

“I want it all.”

Growling, he removed his fingers from my center, then brought them to his lips and tasted me. “This is better than barbecue sauce.” Then his mouth ravished mine, kissing me with a fierceness that left me breathless.

His fingers found their way back to my core and toyed with my petals. One finger entered me, hooking into the roof of my channel, and I lost it. A wave of ecstasy zipped through me, and my body shuddered against him.

“My beautiful Sexy Dot.” His lips tugged my ear. “I’m going to make you remember tonight as the night I make you mine.”

I couldn’t think as pleasure sliced through me like wild electricity. He tossed me over his shoulder, gave my ass a slap, and dropped me onto the bed. Still fully clothed, he slipped off my heels, and they clunked to the floor.

Remi’s eyes fixated on me, and my heart pounded with anticipation. He yanked my legs, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. When he nudged my knees up and out, I gasped.

Fear of what he would see made me squirm. I tried to close my thighs, but his hands held them in place.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I had been drowning in pleasure and forgot about my scars.

“I have flaws on my body,” I said, not meeting his gaze.

The burn marks I’d acquired as a child came with insecurities and had followed me into adulthood. Every time I had sex with my previous partners, self-doubt always surfaced. I should be more concerned that Remi could see I was dripping for him, not the scars on my inner thigh. I desperately wanted to be perfect for him.

“I want to see. I want you to trust me.” He nudged my thighs farther apart.

I trust you.

I bit my bottom lip as he ran his fingers over the scars in a slow, seductive movement, and my thighs flinched.

“These aren’t flaws, love,” he said, his eyes hot and tender. “These are beauty marks belonging to Audri. And now they belong to me.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE

REMINGTON

I skimmedmy lips over her scars, licking them and making them mine. I wanted to wipe all her self-doubts away. To me, the burn scars told Audri’s unique story. Because of these so-called flaws, she was made for me. I had flaws, which she would see soon, but the physical flaws were nothing compared to those unseen. We were perfect for each other, more than she realized.

Audri tried shifting her thighs again.

“Don’t. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Audri.” I held her thighs in place, my gaze wandering between the slickness at her center and the scars that needed loving. Both called to me, and I’d give them the attention they needed tonight.

“Remi,” she muttered, desire and shame splashed on her face.

“I love this abstract artwork on you. They’remarks of strength, of survival . . . and they’re yours. They’re beautiful, distinctive, and perfect.”

She drew in a deep, audible breath.

“Let me show you how important they are.” I blew out a breath, fanning her inner thigh. “How important you are to me.” I lowered my mouth to kiss them, lick them again.

Audri moaned as her body trembled for me. I familiarized myself with her body, marking her with my mouth. She whimpered from my kisses, and I loved the sounds she made. In a prone position, I tossed her legs over my shoulders and conquered my way to her center.

She cried out the most wonderful rendition of my name, and I wanted to hear it again and again. She clutched my hair in one hand and the bedsheets with the other. Her hips bucked, pushing her petals farther into my face.

Need spiking, I gripped her buttocks and feasted.

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