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“I don’t want to talk about him,” Remus growls. “It’s just you and me here,” he says, lifting his face toward me, expression serious for a moment before he extends his wicked tongue to lick my nipple through the thin silk of my nightgown. The next second, he tugs down the fabric, exposing my puckered nipple to the night air.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so beautiful. I dreamed of you the entire time I was asleep. You drive me mad.” He dips his head, and the screwed up thing is that I can just glimpse Romulus’s face when he does, and I wonder. . . is he dreaming of me, too?
“Remus, I’m serious.” I try to sit up, but he holds me in place with his hands, kneading my hips.
“I am, too,” he growls sexily. “You want to talk, we’ll talk. But first, let me pleasure and taste you. Please.” He looks up, eyes heavy with a longing that seems deeper than just lust. He wants to reconnect with me in this most basic of ways, body to body.
And if I’m honest, I want it, too. Desperately. My body’s been warring with my head since I saw his shadow in my bedroom. Because I want him desperately.
The only thing is, I wasn’t sure when I saw him come in if it would turn out to be Remus or Romulus. Either way, I knew I wanted them like this. Hands on me, bodies thrusting together, sweat mingling. That feels. . . wrong somehow? Or maybe it’s the fact that it doesn’t feel wrong that feels wrong. You’re only supposed to want one man at a time unless you’re on The Bachelorette or something.
And even then, they still have to pick in the end.
“Don’t think,” Remus says. “Just feel.”
I breathe out in a long hiss as he grips my inner thighs, his thumbs massaging as he draws my legs open. His hands are underneath my silk nightgown now, and the sharp inhale of his breath tells me he’s just discovered I’m not wearing any underwear.
“Was this for me?” he asks, a heavy rasp in his voice that immediately gets a harsher edge as he finishes, “or for him?”
“Don’t do that,” I warn. “Don’t pit me against you two.” I start to pull away from him. “Because that is not a game I’m interested in playing.” This is all way more confusing than I ever could have anticipated.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please stay.”
He rolls us so that I’m lying on top and he’s underneath me.
“I’ll crush you,” I say as my legs slide on either side of his hips. I prop myself up with one hand and start to lift off him but he just chuckles softly and pulls me back into place.
“Immortal god here.” His hands glide up the side of my hips to my waist and squeeze. “And you feel amazing. You have no fucking idea.”
He shifts slightly so that I feel his shaft against my wet sex. I hiss in surprise. When did he pull himself out? Does that mean he trusts that I want him? Even though it’s in fact more complicated than that? And is that a conversation that we need to have before we do this?
“Remus,” I start to say.
“Do you want this?” he interrupts me to ask. “Do you still want me?”
“God, yes,” I say honestly.
Just the tip of him slides inside. We both groan. He doesn’t push for more, though. With me on top like this, I know he’s giving me the space to guide everything.
Don’t think he said. More like don’t overthink. Because yes, I want him. I want him like this. And it’s so easy and right to shift my hips so that he settles in an inch and then another inch. My arms slide against the mattress underneath his arms and then back up to clasp around his shoulders. He wraps his around my back.
“I could spend eternity like this,” he hisses in my ear.
I press my face against his neck and breathe him in. “Me too.”
He moves his hands down my back and then slowly, ever so slowly, massages my full ass cheeks, guiding me as we begin fucking.
Oh god, he’s so thick. It’s so satisfying feeling him fill me like this.
I don’t know how to describe it. It’s both fucking and making love at the same time. Dirty and sweet. The way he clutches me feels obscene. Yet the need I feel from him as he drags me down his huge cock and back up against his body in a way that hits my clit so perfectly—
He grips my neck to lift my face to his and then kisses me passionately, his tongue tangling with mine, his other hand still on my ass as our motion continues. So in sync, him so hard and perfect inside me.
He breaks from my mouth just long enough to say, “Everything makes sense when we’re like this.”
I couldn’t agree more. Even though he’s lighting up every pleasure nerve inside me, I don’t want to come. I just want to stay connected. I need this with him.
My hands on his chest curl, nails scratching as I bear down on him.
