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“Such a good girl he praises.”

My body turns limp like a doll as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm, building me toward another before the last wears off. “Please, Remy. I can’t give anymore. I need your cum.”

His muscles strain as he growls. “I want you to come for me once more.”

My jaw drops open because I don’t know if I can. I feel drained of everything I have to give. “I don’t think I can.”

Remy pulls out of me, making me feel empty.

He lifts me off the bed and carries me toward the window, pushing my face against it. And then he’s inside me again, fucking me against it as the cold glass presses against my nipples. “You’ll come for me once more. And when you do, I’ll fill you with my cum.”

This position penetrates me differently, hitting a spot inside of me that sets every nerve in my body on fire. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Remy groans and kisses my neck. “No, I’m trying to ensure you never want another man. That you know this pussy is mine only.”

I arch my back. “It already belongs to you.”

“That’s right. Mine.” He slams into me with such force I feel like I’m dying. The intensity of this moment is mind blowing.

He spanks my ass hard, and the pain only heightens the impossible pleasure spiking through me.

“Oh God, I’m going to come.”

Remy growls behind me, fucking me harder. “Come for me. Let me feel your tight cunt coming on my cock.”

His words are all it takes to shatter me.

“Fuck.” He slams into me once more, and then I feel his cock swell within me as he climaxes too. We’re both panting for oxygen, and my knees are so weak I know I’d be in a heap on the floor without him holding me up.

After a few minutes, he lifts me in his arms and carries me into the bathroom without a word. Gently, he sets me down on the ground and then turns on the shower.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Running us a shower. I want to wash you.”

Though I’m sore and exhausted, the thought of Remy washing me makes my pussy ache and my clit throb. “That’s a bad idea.”

He gives me a wicked smile. “I think it’s a perfect idea. I told you I want to make you come over and over on my cock.”

I groan and shut my eyes, unsure how I can take anymore. And yet, I crave it like an addict looking for their next fix.

25

REMY

Iwake up, the morning light jabbing at my eyes like it has a personal vendetta. When they focus and adjust, I turn over to find Ella sleeping peacefully. Her hair is a mess of pretty golden curls across the pillow.

An angel.

That’s what she is. And I’m the devil that claimed her. The guilt gnaws at my insides, but that feeling’s got a fight on its hands. There’s relief, too. Finally, we’ve given in to the magnetic force pulling us together.

We’d been denying our attraction toward each other since she moved in and trying to ignore it only worsened things. Last night felt like a release—like all the pent-up desires we both had finally found their way out.

The question is, what comes next?

I feel a pang of guilt at the sight of bruises on Ella’s neck. She was a porcelain, unmarked virgin when I drove her here, and now I’ve left bruises on her skin and my mark in her cunt. I couldn’t resist coming inside of her as I’d wanted to feel her without anything between us too.

However, It means we’ll have to go to the nearest town, about half an hour’s drive, to get the morning-after pill from the drugstore and the contraceptive pill.

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