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I paused. “How?”
“I’ve always known my destiny. I was the firstborn son and a Lyon. My future was set. But from the moment I met you, I’ve wanted to be a good person. I’ve wanted to be worthy of you. And then I would have to do things I knew weren’t.”
“You’re a good person,” I forced out.
“I’m not. And the problem is that I know I’m not. I could have walked away from pack life sooner. I could have made better decisions once I realized that you made me crazy enough to rip doors off of walls. And now, knowing what a good person should do, I want to hold you so badly that I would burn the world to have you. I…”
And that was when I kissed him. Throwing my body on top of him, our lips pressed. With my gesture, Remy was released.
Taking over, I felt his strength beneath me. Wrapping his arms around me, he gripped the back of my head. Rolling me over and pushing my back against the couch, he tightened our bodies together and opened my mouth.
As his heat enveloped me, his tongue searched for mine. Quickly finding it, he invited it to dance. My head spun as they twirled on one another. And when his other hand gripped my ass and squeezed, I squeaked in pleasure.
I wanted him. I needed him. Digging my fingertips into his back, I pulled at his shirt. I had to get it off. And when I lifted it enough that he couldn’t ignore it, he let me go long enough to remove it.
Pulling it over his head, he released my lips. His body was gone for just a flash before he returned but it was enough. I could see that his chest was perfect. The ripples of his abs rivaled an ocean. And the chiseling of his chest crumbled marble. I was drunk for his body.
Wrapping my legs around his torso with our kiss reignited, he picked me up. My skin burned to touch his. Desperately pulling our chests together, the sensation was everything I had dreamed of.
When the plush comforter sprung up around us, I relaxed onto the mattress. Climbing on top of me, he pulled away long enough to remove my jacket. As he did, he admired my body.
“Beautiful,” he said staring down at me.
My breath hitched. I had become addicted to his touch. Writhing under him, I tugged at the comforter needing to connect with him again. He saw me squirm and smirked.
“Tell me you want me,” he demanded.
I couldn’t speak. I wanted him. I wanted everything about him. But nothing left my mouth.
His gaze burned into me waiting until he said, “Say it or not, I’m gonna fuck you,” he declared making my body flinch.
That was when he did it. Taking ownership of my body, he placed his fingertips on my bare chest. His power was immense. He was pinning me to the mattress without effort. I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.
With my movements tamed, he lightened his touch and traced a path across my abs. He messaged the dips. He liked what he felt. His pleasure was my drug.
Not stopping there, his fingertip reached the waist of my pants. I couldn’t breathe. Hovering, he tugged at it. What was he going to do, unbutton them? Stop?
It was neither. Without permission, he continued further. Knowing where he was going, my cock flinched. I closed my eyes feeling every sensation.
He didn’t go right for it. Pressing the cloth around it, I felt his closeness. I tensed my dick needing him to touch it. He refused.
Tracing its outline instead, my mind screamed for him to take me. When he finally did, it was with aggression. It was like his damn had broken. He was through messing around. He was taking what was his.
Squeezing it and pressing it against my body, I moaned. I needed to feel his warm flesh around my cock. So when he finally unlatched and unzipped my pants, I melted into the bed as my dick sprung out.
As his lips wrapped around my cock, I found heaven. This was what I had dreamed of for so long. Remy Lyon’s mouth was swallowing my dick and it was everything to me.
With his hands clutching my balls, the tip of his tongue traversed the rim of my head. I could barely stand it. Tearing into the sheets, my toes stretched.
Lowering his head, he swallowed it and then resurfaced. Needing more, he did it again. Back and forth, he danced with it. He seemed to like doing it as much as I enjoyed it. And when his strokes got me close enough to cum, he released me, stripped the both of us, and slid up my body.
With the back of my thighs pressed against his chest, my hips lifted. Leaning down to kiss me, he parted my lips. His tongue wasn’t the only thing of his that wanted in me, his tip searched for my opening. When it found my hole, it perched.
What was he doing? What was he waiting for? Pinned under him, I couldn’t move. I was at his mercy. I ached for him.
So when he braced his hands on either side of my head and pushed, I whimpered. It hurt but it felt good. I had seen him naked. He was big. But pushing into me, he felt huge.
Expecting Remy to be merciful, he wasn’t. He was taking me. With his cock tearing me apart, I met the real Remy, the part of him he had hidden.
