"Remy" The girl whined. "I thought you said you'd show me a good time."
His concentrations broke. "Oui, I did' He smiled, wiping a most intimate place on Serina's lap.
"Then I suggest you keep your hands t' yourself an' pay attention t' your date an' less t' mae." Serina heard the words come out, but almost sounded as if someone else was talking as her eyes remained locked on his face, his lips. She admired how well put together his features were. How they complemented each other, giving him an almost irresistible attraction, a tease to the eyes.
"Oui, y'r right, Petite. I should know better den t' touch y' dere." His lips drew her eyes once more as his hand still stroked above what she knew he wanted more than that skirt.
He slowly drew away. "Let me buy y' anot'er drink, Non?" He asked more than stated.
"If you insist." Serina replied, his lips closer to hers than she liked.
"What were y' drinkin'?"
"Scotch, Glenfenick." She replied softly, her lips now brushing his.
He looked deep into her eyes. He knew he should be backing away, yet he somehow ended up closer.
Her eyes looked past him to the movement of the girl he was with as she left. "Seems your date won't wait." She replied.
"Well, den, gives me more time wit' y'." He replied, moving to get her another drink.
She decided to recompose herself while he fought the crowd. Thinking it best to disappear, she made her way out of the club.
She barely made it a block from her car when she heard him behind her. She ducked into an alley way, hoping to avoid him.
Watching him go by, she pressed herself flat against the wall and let out a sigh. In her release of tension, her hand let go of her purse. But it never hit the ground. "Dropped somet'ing, Petite?" His voice was soft, she could feel his breath.
Opening her eyes she saw his leg was between hers, her purse in his hand, his other hand was on the wall behind her. "uh.. yeah.. guess I did." Her voice softer than usual as she reached for her purse.
"Why y' take off, Petite? I was getting y'r drink." His face was extremely close to hers. His body pressing closer. Seems he was as mesmerized as she was. Her golden green eyes, the inhuman iris, her pouty bottom lip, her grace, her slender, petite form, long legs... she was very attracting, as he knew she well knew, yet for him to be this attracted had him unnerved. He always wanted what he couldn't have, he proved that with Rogue, but Serina was a conquest that he felt he had to have, even if it cost him his soul.
His head leaned closer to hers, his face close enough to kiss. He let his lips brush hers, feeling hers part in anticipation. Seems he found he was not alone in this attraction tonight. "Why don' we go somewhere more, private." He suggested, her hand on his, holding the purse.
"Sure.. Remy..." Her words were involuntary to her thoughts which were a mess right now.
He pulled away, his lips teasing hers as he took her hand and led her out of the alley.
They walked, not going to her car, just kept walking until he found a hotel he though was appropriate. He led her in, got a room, then led her to the elevator, neither saying a word to the other.
As the elevator doors closed, he turned his head, his lips brushing hers, trying to see if she was still as she was when they were in the alley. Her lips parted, giving him access to her warm, sensitive mouth. Her eyes were closed, as he closed his, his mouth taking hers in a heated, but gentle kiss.
She found that she was leaning into his kiss, her purse hitting the floor as his had slid from where he rested it on the wall, to her thigh, making it's way up her skirt.
As his hand traveled, he found out something that no one knew about Serina, she didn't wear anything beneath her skirts. He shifted a bit, his fingers finding the warmth between her thighs, gently, he glided his finger between her lips, his kiss intoxicating her, she slowly moved, giving him more access.
Her hands began to explore him as well. She found herself pulling him closer, his finger sliding into her, made her gasp in surprise.
The sound of the doors opening brought them both out of their pleasures daze. He smoothed her skirt and handed her her purse. She thanked him, taking his hand and let him lead her to their room.
No word were spoken as the entered the room. She simply stopped, letting him take her purse from her. He set it on the dresser, removing his coat, making note of the small cuts in the shoulders of his trench.
He turned to see her staring out off the balcony. He moved quietly, moving to stand behind her. He encircled her in his arms, feeling her tense, then relax, as if knowing he was safe.
He leaned down, kissing her neck lightly, where it was exposed. He used his lips to guide the strap of her tank top off her shoulder, his hands spreading over her stomach as her hand found his hair, jerking it free from the ponytail he always seemed to keep it in. Her hand then entangled in it, pulling sharply as a hiss escaped her lips.
His lips made their way down her shoulder, over her collar bone and, as he towered over her, to the top of her exposed breast.
She turned in his arms, never letting go of his hair, so she faced him, her back now pressed against the railing, she took her time removing his shirt. Her free hand caressing and lightly clawing his chest as his lips found the pink peek of her breast. his lips encircling it, his tongue tantalizing it to a ripe and erect peek.
Yet another hiss escaped her as he parted her thighs, his free hand finding once more what he longed for in the elevator, but was cut too short. He now took his time in feeling every inch of her inner most secrets.
He started with one finger, then gently glided in another as her had pressed him more urgently to her breast, her hand that clawed his chest now worked to free him of his pants. He decided it was time she lost her clothes as well, pulling and tugging until he worked her free of her top, at the same time his pants hit his ankles.
He was a bit shocked as she took him into her hand, working him near a feverish explosion, he stopped her. Lifting her up onto the railing, he kneeled before her, parting her legs as his lips sought what his fingers played with.
His tongue toyed with her, darting in and out, moving up and down against her. She leaned back, arching her back over the open air, five stories above 5th and Broadway. Her legs locked around his head, one hand in his hair, the other on the railing.
Remy's hands found a way to grip her ass as he continued to torment her with pleasure. He lifted her just enough to pull her closer, giving him a better hold on her, so she didn't fall over the edge. he pushed her skirt all the way over her hips, taking a moment to admire her form, her legs over his shoulders, his eyes gazed over what he longed for too long to see and touch.
Suddenly her hand pulled him up to her, so he stood before her. His stiff erection bulging before her, she leaned down, her legs on either side of his at the moment, she took him deep into her mouth. Her hands toyed with his balls as her lips caressed him before slipping off to trail kisses along his shaft.
Slowly and carefully, she took each of his balls into her mouth, lovingly sucking and rolling them in her warm wet mouth. Her tongue licking and caressing them before making her way back up his shaft, lightly running her teeth over the length of him.
Slowly, she made her way up his abdomen to his nipples, lightly sucking and nipping them, making her point to show him what she desired.
She worked her way up his chest to his neck, making a point to leave her mark on him there. As she made her way to his lips, he could hardly contain himself. He lifted her up, setting her once more on the railing. He gently parted her legs, placing himself at her dampened dark secrets, secrets he revealed in but a single night with little words.
Slowly he pressed himself with in her, hearing her gasp at his entry, feeling how tiny she was, he made a point not to hurt her. Slowly gliding deep with in her, he felt her hands on his back, her legs locking in around his waist, her nails biting in ever so slightly. His lips sought her as he moved slowly at first, with in her. The rhythm picking up as her urgency and comfort in him became more of an issue.
His thrust were still slow, but long, almost exiting her just to reenter her, plunging deeply. Her nails began to dig deeper causing him to go faster as she now moved her lips from his to his neck leaving yet another mark from her luscious mouth, her teeth making their point as he lifted her from the rail and supported her in his arms. never once losing his rhythm with her.
His breath coming fast, matched hers as they worked themselves into a frenzy. He carried her from the balcony to the room, making it as far as the wall. There he pressed her back against it, thrusting harder, pushing even deeper with in her. Her breathy cries of pleasure, music to his ears.
He moved her from the wall to the bed, where he laid her back, moving easier, he still maintained his rhythm with her, her body squirming as if to try and get away from him, yet her claws leaving deep welts in his skin.
With the ease of a pro, he maneuvered her to be on all fours, never leaving her and able to keep his heated rhythm. After a few minutes in this position, she raised herself so her back pressed against his chest, his hands holding her breasts as she move herself to his rhythm, in essence riding him.
He found such pleasure in this, he moved to lay back on the bed, letting her take over. She rode him with such power that he felt like a stallion being ridden hard. In the midst of her ride, she turned herself around to face him, pulling his hands to her breasts, forcing him into more of a sitting position, moving his hands to her ass, she placed his mouth at her breast as she was about to climax once more.
He needed little guiding into what she wanted. her mic on the balcony with most their clothes, she was rather speechless.
He took her breast into his mouth, letting her keep her control, feeling her tighten up in a climax, hearing her breathing get rapid. After she was done, he decided it was his turn to take over once more.
He lifted her off him, laying her on her side, he moved her leg into a position half bent in front of her. He then moved himself to be placed at her opening once more.
He entered her again, this position making her almost painfully tight. Groaning, he moved her to lay on her stomach, pressing himself deep with in her, this position making her even tighter. He groaned as he let his primal instinct take over. He thrust deep into her as hard as he could, causing the whole bed to move with each of his thrust. His hand tangling in her hear, he pulled her to arch her back, intensing each thrust with in her.
After ten minutes of this animalistic power play, he climaxed, as did she, in a sweaty heat, they lay, enter twined, him still with in her, throbbing, her afraid to move.
Slowly, he withdrew from her, carefully pulling away, moving off the bed. She laid there, her eyes closed tightly as she calmed her panther side in her, hearing the shower water begin. She stayed very still as she heard him come back in. Carefully, he lifted her into his arms. In a bit of panic, she turned, clinging to him.
"Shh.. Petite... I have y'." His voice soft as he kissed her hair.
She still clung to him, even as he stepped into the shower. Slowly, she relaxed as the hot water washed over them. She lowered her legs, standing, but still not fully letting go of him.
Ever so gently, he lathered up a wash cloth and began washing her body. kissing where he rinced. ::Closing her eyes, she relaxed fully with his touch, her breathing picking up once more.
He stood, knowing what her breathing meant, but more so, because the sting from the water hitting the marks left by her claws was getting more intense. She was clawing him lightly once more.
Realizing what she was leading to, he leaned back and let her take control once more.
She lathered up the cloth as he had, washing him from head to toe. She kiss where she cleaned, nipped where she pleased, teasing him until she made him take over.
He leaned down, picking her up into his arms, pressing her back against the shower wall. There was no foreplay this time, just direct penetration. He entered her not so gently this time, his thrust being more demanding as they were at the end of their last sex play. This time he was not in the mood for making love, but then neither was she.
Her pantherness taking over, she made soft growls, clawing and biting at him, as she pulled his hair, and he pulled hers. Their hips met in explosion after explosion. His thrust meeting her grinding as she left deep bloody gashes in his back.
Finally having enough, he took and pinned her arms above her head, holding them easily with one hand while he continued their animalistic play.
Taking her breast into his mouth, he nipped at it, leaving little bite marks on her nipples and over the ivory flesh of her breast.
Hissing, she brought her mouth down on his shoulder, sinking her teeth into his skin, forcing him to bring his head up, in which she latched on to his mouth, kissing him deeply as she ground her body against him.
This time, the climax came quicker, feeling very different. Breathless, they leaned against each other, using the wall for support as the water washed away their sweat, tears and scent.
Once cleaned, he led her to the bed, where he pulled back the sheets, taking the bedspread off the bed, he put her to bed, turning out all the lights, and closing the doors to the balcony, before crawling in beside her and holding her close.
Without so much as a single word, they drifted off to sleep, close and tightly held in each other's arms.

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