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Authors: Marie Mason
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her mouth and invite him inside.
“Let me in, baby,” he whispered. She opened to him slowly, making his demon burn even more. “That’s it, just as a little bit more.” The end of his tongue licked along the barely opened seam of her mouth. “Fucking yes, that’s it.”
He thrust his tongue inside Clementine’s mouth as she opened to him fully. Her taste flooded his senses. She tasted so damn innocent, reminding him of sweet, ripe cherries. But as he kept sipping at her, the flavors deepened, fire mixing with the sweet. Burning him up. Setting him on fire.
He grabbed her to him, showing no finesse as he did. He just needed her close, as close as he could possibly get. He bumped his hips into hers, wanting her beneath him in his bed. Wanting her bent over the back of the couch as he thrust his cock into her from behind. Wanting her straddling him as they rocked in the easy chair. Wanting her on her knees, as he’d fancied time and time again, his hand gripping her hair as his cock plunged in and out of her pliant mouth, her wings fluttering with her own desire.
He wanted her. Period.
Clementine’s body turned to liquid as Remington whispered against her mouth, begging her to let him in. Let him taste her. As soon as she did, his mouth crashed down on hers, hard and furious. His lower body pressed against hers, his cock a hard ridge that fit perfectly against her groin. She bucked up, wanting to feel that strength. Without any thought, her arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer.
He tasted just like he should—a dark night filled with danger and excitement. It was not surprising how much she wanted to keep on tasting him, how much she wanted his hard, warm body pressed tighter and tighter against hers.
How much she wanted so much more.
He pulled away slightly, their breathing ragged, their lips wet. “Oh, baby, you taste so damn good.”
“So do you,” she whispered back. Their mouths merged again, and she opened hers for the thrust of his tongue. He explored her mouth, their tongues tangling, as they tasted each other. As the need intensified, grew to the point of bursting out of control, Clementine fought for her sanity.
This man just wants sex, she reminded herself harshly. He was a good-time demon. Yeah, his two other brothers had settled down, but not Remington. Remington was different. He had a darker, deeper soul. One that didn’t allow another inside.
She’d known that about him since the moment she’d met him. Knew there was no future with him. So what was wrong with that? Clementine kept up the mental argument she’d been having with herself the last year. Didn’t a woman need physical satisfaction, too? Wasn’t that why she’d finally started to accept dates when men asked her out? She had needs. Wants. Desires.
All those thoughts flew out of her mind when one of his hands started traveling up her body. Away from her hips and over the abundant skin of her stomach.
“Clementine.” He breathed her name as though he’d just unearthed a hidden treasure. “Baby.” Another deep, dark groan escaped him as he cupped the underside of her breast. His mouth left hers and traveled along her jaw and down her throat. His nose nudged against the low neckline of her dress and pushed aside the fabric as he trailed his wet mouth along her throat, seeking, seeking…
“Remington,” she murmured, so lost in his touch she wasn’t sure she could think straight. Her fingers threaded through his hair and for a moment, she wanted to pull him closer, bare her aching flesh to his touch, revel in the feel of the man she loved, loving her. “We can’t.”
For a moment, he kept caressing her, the heat of his mouth almost burning her skin.
“We can’t,” she whispered again.
He slowly raised his head. “Yes, we can.”
“N—”
He bent down, placing one last, hard, frustratingly short kiss on her needy mouth. “Yes, we can. More importantly, we will.” He pulled back, licking his lips
“Let me in, baby,” he whispered. She opened to him slowly, making his demon burn even more. “That’s it, just as a little bit more.” The end of his tongue licked along the barely opened seam of her mouth. “Fucking yes, that’s it.”
He thrust his tongue inside Clementine’s mouth as she opened to him fully. Her taste flooded his senses. She tasted so damn innocent, reminding him of sweet, ripe cherries. But as he kept sipping at her, the flavors deepened, fire mixing with the sweet. Burning him up. Setting him on fire.
He grabbed her to him, showing no finesse as he did. He just needed her close, as close as he could possibly get. He bumped his hips into hers, wanting her beneath him in his bed. Wanting her bent over the back of the couch as he thrust his cock into her from behind. Wanting her straddling him as they rocked in the easy chair. Wanting her on her knees, as he’d fancied time and time again, his hand gripping her hair as his cock plunged in and out of her pliant mouth, her wings fluttering with her own desire.
He wanted her. Period.
Clementine’s body turned to liquid as Remington whispered against her mouth, begging her to let him in. Let him taste her. As soon as she did, his mouth crashed down on hers, hard and furious. His lower body pressed against hers, his cock a hard ridge that fit perfectly against her groin. She bucked up, wanting to feel that strength. Without any thought, her arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer.
He tasted just like he should—a dark night filled with danger and excitement. It was not surprising how much she wanted to keep on tasting him, how much she wanted his hard, warm body pressed tighter and tighter against hers.
How much she wanted so much more.
He pulled away slightly, their breathing ragged, their lips wet. “Oh, baby, you taste so damn good.”
“So do you,” she whispered back. Their mouths merged again, and she opened hers for the thrust of his tongue. He explored her mouth, their tongues tangling, as they tasted each other. As the need intensified, grew to the point of bursting out of control, Clementine fought for her sanity.
This man just wants sex, she reminded herself harshly. He was a good-time demon. Yeah, his two other brothers had settled down, but not Remington. Remington was different. He had a darker, deeper soul. One that didn’t allow another inside.
She’d known that about him since the moment she’d met him. Knew there was no future with him. So what was wrong with that? Clementine kept up the mental argument she’d been having with herself the last year. Didn’t a woman need physical satisfaction, too? Wasn’t that why she’d finally started to accept dates when men asked her out? She had needs. Wants. Desires.
All those thoughts flew out of her mind when one of his hands started traveling up her body. Away from her hips and over the abundant skin of her stomach.
“Clementine.” He breathed her name as though he’d just unearthed a hidden treasure. “Baby.” Another deep, dark groan escaped him as he cupped the underside of her breast. His mouth left hers and traveled along her jaw and down her throat. His nose nudged against the low neckline of her dress and pushed aside the fabric as he trailed his wet mouth along her throat, seeking, seeking…
“Remington,” she murmured, so lost in his touch she wasn’t sure she could think straight. Her fingers threaded through his hair and for a moment, she wanted to pull him closer, bare her aching flesh to his touch, revel in the feel of the man she loved, loving her. “We can’t.”
For a moment, he kept caressing her, the heat of his mouth almost burning her skin.
“We can’t,” she whispered again.
He slowly raised his head. “Yes, we can.”
“N—”
He bent down, placing one last, hard, frustratingly short kiss on her needy mouth. “Yes, we can. More importantly, we will.” He pulled back, licking his lips
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