“Remy, please. I’m not goin’ to live through this. You have to do something.”

She couldn’t believe that was her, pleading. Begging. She would be utterly humiliated under any other circumstances, but her body was on fire and she couldn’t stop herself. Pulsing. Throbbing. Desperate for him to do something. Anything. Just give her some relief. Her blood roared in her ears, a thunder like no other she’d ever heard.

He spread her thighs even wider, until his impossibly broad shoulders held her legs apart, digging into her inner thighs. Her breath caught and held in her lungs as his head slowly descended. She felt his breath first. He blew warm air over her quivering mound. Every muscle tensed. Contracted. Waited. The room was utterly silent except for the pounding of her heart.

He looked at her again, this time without raising his head, and for a moment fear swept through her. He made a hot, snarly sound, much like the growl of an animal about to pounce on prey and devour it. She jerked, her fingers curling harder around the sheets.

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.