The first swipe of his tongue through the hot, slick folds of her core had her crying out. Her entire body shuddered and if he hadn't been holding her down, she would have come up off the bed.
He lifted his head, glaring in reprimand, his eyes piercing and furious. "Don't." It was a single command.
Bijou realized Remy wasn't in control any more than she was. Of her, yes, but not necessarily of himself. He had said there would be no stopping, no going back, and she realized why. He had gone over that cliff with her and they both were in the throes of some passionate frenzy neither could stop.
He licked at her, his tongue much rougher than she expected. Her breath slammed out of her lungs. Her stomach muscles bunched painfully. Her breasts strained and ached. He held her down with one arm, licking at her like a large, hungry cat, devouring an endless supply of hot cream. Her head thrashed from side to side as she felt the tight muscles of her empty sheath spasm, sending more cream to be lapped up greedily.
Pleasure washed over her in strong, rippling waves. The sheet shredded beneath her fingernails, long rips she barely noticed. She couldn't stand much more. Her body was on fire, burning from the inside out. She could barely catch her breath, but he wouldn't stop. He refused to stop even when she tried pushing at his shoulders to warn him it was too much.
Her hips bucked again and again as his wicked tongue stabbed and explored. She felt his teeth on her most sensitive spot and she exploded, came apart, her body thrusting against his fingers and mouth while she mewled at the tormenting pleasure. He gave one last lick to her shuddering, swollen body and knelt up, dragging her closer to him.
His face could have been carved in stone. Sensuality was etched deep in every line. His eyes were hooded, piercing and watchful, but filled with such dark lust there was no resisting him. "You're mine," he whispered.
He may as well have shouted the words. His voice was low, a mere thread of sound, but the words blazed through her mind and burned into her soul.
"You belong to me." The head of his cock pressed hard against her slick entrance. "Do you understand? You're mine."
Giving up her soul seemed a small price to pay just to get him inside of her. The roaring in her head was rolling thunder now, an endless, shocking scream her own bloodstream demanded. She couldn't help herself. She nodded. Panted. Begged him. There was no stopping that desperate female voice, pleading with him to enter her. She'd give him anything he wanted. Just tell her.
He leaned forward, pressing the burning thick head of his cock inside of her, stretching her in spite of the slick cream she welcomed him with.
"All of you. Everything you are belongs to me."
She was depraved and shameless and wanton, but it didn't matter. A sob escaped. He had to be inside of her. Nothing else could stop the terrible burning. The need. Nothing else could fill her up and sate the wild, relentless demands of her body.
"Yes. Everything I am," she hissed. "Please, Remy. Please."
He slammed into her hard, ripping through her innocence, driving through tight, never-used muscles like a battering ram, invading her body with his thick, hard, hot shaft. Lightning zigzagged through her body, forks of burning fire. His hands were rough on her hips, holding her pinned down so he could thrust deep and hard over and over, setting a ferocious pace.
There was no time to catch her breath. No time to register pain before pleasure swamped her. Her body gripped his fiercely, pulsing and gushing, holding on tightly. Her sheath felt far too small. He was too large, stretching her mercilessly, but that only added to the tortuous pleasure. Her body grew tighter. More tense. The fire kept building higher and higher. There was no release. No way to stop.
He slammed into her over and over, rocking her with every brutal thrust. His fingers dug into flesh and he began jerking her into him each time he surged forward, sending whips of lightning dancing through her body, flicking her, flogging her with heat and fire. She opened her mouth to scream, to beg, but he just kept going, his eyes twin points of intensity, his face a mask of carved sensuality.
The bed rocked beneath them, shook and seemed alive. An ominous crack signaled a board beneath them snapping but he didn't stop. He drove between her thighs like a madman possessed, pummeling her with such force and so deep she was afraid he would drive through her. Still, she didn't want him to stop. Fear snaked through her that she wouldn't survive the intensity of their sexual heat, but that didn't matter either. The only thing that mattered to her was that living jackhammer pounding into her with such erotic fury.
She heard her own voice begging, but the roaring in her ears didn't allow interpretation. She just needed. She simply burned. She wanted to burn up with him. She felt him swelling, the friction impossibly increasing until she was afraid actual flames would burst from her. Still, that didn't matter to her, only that he find a way to make the terrible pressure, the never-ending need stop for just a moment.
Tension wound tighter as the frenzy of lust grew between them. His face was a mask of absolute resolve. He slammed into her again and again, a driving rhythm of furious, relentless passion. She heard her voice building in time with the rising pressure in her body. A raging inferno began slow, moving through her deceptively, and then picking up speed to spread fast, to engulf every part of her body.
She screamed. Went rigid. Felt his cock pulsing, swelling. All the while her body gripped his in a terrible stranglehold, the friction burning hotter than ever. She felt him stiffen. Gather himself. He thrust hard, driving deep and the heated spray of seed soaked her tender walls.
She fought to find her breath while her body rippled with life, squeezing and milking him, insisting she get every last drop. Moistening dry lips, she forced her lashes to stay up so she could look at his face. Beads of sweat clung to his hair and she felt a few of her own trickling down the side of her face and more between her breasts.
She couldn't move. Her body felt limp, a rag doll, no more. She could barely look at him. She'd been insane. In the thralls of some madness. She had never acted that way in her life and her behavior terrified her. Was she like Bodrie after all?
Remy leaned over her and brushed kisses to the corner of her eyes, his lips sipping as if tasting tears. She wasn't crying. She wouldn't allow herself to be such a baby, not when her body still pulsed around Remy's and blood, seed and cream from her own body were trickling down her thighs.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, the tip of her breast and with a soft groan, slipped from her body and rolled over. The action caused her body to ripple and heat more, like a terrible itch that just refused to go away. She pressed her lips together tightly and put her arm over her eyes. She was horrible. Insatiable. What the hell was wrong with her?
She'd had wild, crazy very rough sex. Her body was sore. Every muscle hurt, but deep inside, she could already feel the hunger growing. Maybe she had a sex addiction, but knowing it and stopping it were two different things. The fire between her legs grew. The tension gathered until it was no small itch, but a craving she wasn't going to be able to resist. She had to get away from Remy.
Bijou rolled
off the bed and landed on her hands and knees, desperate to escape herself.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Remy demanded, a snarl in his voice.
She looked over her shoulder at him. Bijou knew she shouldn't have been afraid. He was rough, but every time he touched her, he made certain she felt pleasure. She was too sensitive, her body on fire. It didn't make any sense to her that she hadn't felt sated. In a way she found it terrifying. She was as afraid of herself as she was of him.
Remy's eyes went totally feral. He reminded her of a great jungle cat about to devour his prey. A single sound escaped, a small note of confusion, or worse, excitement, and she turned away from, him, scrambling across the floor on all fours.
She tried to crawl away, her body still shuddering with pleasure, hungry for more, but afraid and confused by her own desperate needs. Near tears, Bijou couldn't imagine how she'd gone from being frigid with no physical interest in a man to such an insatiable, sensual creature who kept enticing and inciting Remy to more.
He growled a warning and was on her with the speed of a cat, catching her from behind and dragging her hips back into him. His heavy erection pressed against her slick body from behind. Remy wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her still while he thrust into her, filling her. She was so slick with the mixture of their sex, and she should have been easy to enter, but she wasn't, her body fighting the invasion and giving way reluctantly. That stretching sensation had a bite to it, but she didn't care. The small edge of pain only heightened the pleasure for her, humiliating her more. What was wrong with her?
He licked along her back, lapping at the tiny beads of sweat. His breath was hot as he alternated between teeth and tongue, making his way up her spine to the back of her neck. He ceased moving, holding her still, his body locked with hers. She pushed and bucked, but he refused to move, holding her there. Waiting.