Any Way You Want It (Brand Clan #2)(13)

The way he said her name made her shiver. His voice was awed and husky, achingly reverent, as if she were the embodiment of a dream he’d never expected to come true.

Shaken, she stared into his eyes. “Remy?”

“What, baby?”

“Fuck me. Please.”

He groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

Before she could comprehend his meaning, he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her tight against him, driving his cock inside her with one long, brutally erotic stroke.

Arching her back, Zandra almost wailed at the intensity of the pleasure that ripped through her.

Remy shuddered deeply, his eyes slamming shut as he threw back his head, the tendons straining in his neck and shoulders.

Zandra stared up at his face, his features contorted in ecstasy. She’d never seen anything so profoundly beautiful. So stunningly powerful.

“Ahh,” he groaned, as if he were in acute agony. “You feel so... I can’t... Oh, God...”

Zandra understood. This joining was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. The way he felt inside her, his cock filling her, stretching her unbearably... Words couldn’t begin to describe it.

After several moments, Remy opened his eyes and lowered his head. They stared at each other as he slowly began thrusting into her. He was so big, so thick, that she could feel every inch, every vein, every ridge of his shaft sliding into her. Tears welled in her eyes, white-hot pleasure scorching her insides.

She moaned as his strokes came harder and faster, her fingernails scoring his back and the flexing muscles of his ass. He whispered erotic endearments as he drove into her, reaching a part of her no man had ever touched. Desperately she arched against him, hearing their flesh slap at each furious joining.

And then suddenly her whole body was shaking. She screamed as she came, racked by spasms so staggeringly intense she thought she must be dying.

Moments later Remy went rigid against her, then exploded with a shout that was raw and hedonistically primal. He jerked out of her and fisted his hand around his cock, white spurts of cum shooting out of him and splashing onto her stomach.

Purring with breathless satisfaction, Zandra reached down and smeared his hot semen into her sweat-slicked skin. Then, as he watched her through hooded eyes, she slid her sticky fingers into her mouth and sucked them dry, savoring his clean, salty taste.

Remy gave a husky groan, then slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, slow and tender, infused with an emotion she couldn’t define.

Her lips clung to his as he slowly lifted his head and stared into her eyes.

“That was lovemaking,” he murmured, his midnight-velvet voice sending shivers through her. “Now...we f*ck.”

Remy meant what he’d said.

After two long years of torturing himself with erotic fantasies about Zandra, he’d finally, finally, made love to her. It had far surpassed anything he could have ever imagined.

And he was just getting started.

Kissing his way down to the curving mounds of her breasts, he latched onto a dewy nipple that hardened against his tongue. As he pressed the nipple to the roof of his mouth and sucked, Zandra whimpered with pleasure.

“Are you still on the Pill?” he murmured, all after the fact.

Her breath caught. “H-how did you know I was?”

“Sweetheart, I know almost everything about you.” He licked his way to her other breast. “So yes or no?”

“Yes.” Her voice was shaky. “I’m...I’m still on the Pill.”

“Good. I wanna come inside you from now on.”

She gasped as he rolled her over and pulled her onto all fours. Grabbing her hips, he rubbed his throbbing erection against the smooth, shapely swell of her ass. Zandra shivered, looking over her shoulder to watch as he nudged his dick between the swollen folds of her slit.

As he thrust into her, she arched backward with a high-pitched cry. All the breath left his body in a harsh groan as her * clamped around him like a vise. She was so hot, so tight and honey-wet, sheathing his cock with a perfection unmatched by any other woman he’d ever been with.

Tightening his grip on her waist, he began a hard, pounding rhythm that rocked the entire bed. Zandra gasped and moaned, her hands clenching in the rumpled covers beneath her. Reaching under her body, Remy cupped her swaying breasts and rubbed her taut nipples, making her moan louder and longer.

Perspiration sheened their skin as he hammered into her, his pelvis slapping her ass until the sound drowned out the roar of the pounding surf below. This wasn’t sweet or gentle lovemaking. This was raw sex. Pure f*cking.

As he jacked her hips into the air, she nimbly wrapped her long legs around his back, giving him an even deeper angle of penetration. Growling with savage satisfaction, he pummeled her harder and faster, ramming his swollen balls against her * as sweat dripped from his forehead and spattered her back.

“Remy...” Zandra keened with ecstasy. “Oh, f*ck...f*ckkk!”

He felt her inner muscles contracting. Then she wailed, long and hard, as her juices spilled around his thrusting flesh.

Throwing back his head, Remy exploded in a searing burst of pleasure that tore through his balls and shot out of his cock. He shuddered and groaned Zandra’s name as he ejaculated, hot and violently, into her pulsing womb.

Closing his eyes, he limply dropped his head forward.