Remi stepped into the apartment, and after shutting them in, he plopped down onto the sofa while Michelle tossed the knotted-up bag into the laundry room.

“I’m gonna change real quick.”

“Okay, chér.”

Their bedroom door clicked, and a few minutes later, she came over to join him. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, and pressed a kiss into her hair.

“You want a whiskey?” she whispered.

Moving to her ear, he said, “I thought you were tired and going to bed.”

“Nah. I’m gonna stay up a little longer.”

“Okay. Yeah, go get me one and then tell me about that vampire.” She yawned and stretched, her nighty rising to show the low curve of her ass. She padded to the kitchen and then came back, handing him a tumbler. As she snuggled back onto him, he said, “Go on.”

“Well, I didn’t really see any of them too close, except for the one.”

“And?”

“He was huge, Remi. Bald and scary looking. I’m guessing about 6’2” and 220 pounds, maybe heavier than that. And his voice….” Remi took a sip and waited for her to continue. “It went right through me. Gave me chills and sobered me up fast, for a few minutes, at least.”

“What did he say?”

“He told Marcel that the woman, Sophie, belonged to somebody named Gregor.”

“Never heard of him.”

“Me, either.”

“Then what happened?”

“Marcel told him he didn’t give a rat’s ass.”

Chuckling, Remi drained the rest of his glass and set it on the coffee table.

“He’s a tough old guy, that Marcel.”

“Yeah. He wasn’t scared at all, or if he was, he didn’t show it a bit.”

“Anything else?”

“Oh, the vamp said he was Hans.” She craned her neck up to look at him. “Recognize that name?”

“Non.”

The silence stretched between them, as they gazed at each other. Remi raised his hand to cup her cheek, before guiding her mouth to his. His lips grazed over hers, touching and teasing with light touches, as his mind wandered to how the night could have ended horribly differently. The thought of losing her sent a shock to his heart. His cock hardened with a need to be inside her and claim her in a different way than he ever had before.

“Next time there’s trouble, call me, chér.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll protect you and take care of you like I told you I would.”

“I didn’t think—”

“And don’t now.”

“You want me to get into the swing?”

“Non. I want you right here.”

She gave him a hint of a smile, and he waited, as she stood and slipped the straps of her shortie gown off her shoulders. When it fell to the floor, he urged her to lie flat on the couch, and then he spread himself over her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as he caressed her neck.

“I’m sorry I’ve hurt you in the past when we were intimate, chér. It won’t happen again.”

“It’s okay. You always healed me.”

“Non. That doesn’t matter. I was wrong to take you that roughly.”

“It wasn’t as if I didn’t like it while it was happening. I got as caught up in the moment as you did,” she said, as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I don’t want you to be unsatisfied, Remi.”

Smirking down at her, he gave her a peck on her lips.

“No worries there.”

Michelle’s face shone with joy, as she reached for his belt. After unbuckling it, she tackled the button and zipper. Once loosened, she pushed his trousers over his hips, using her feet to slide them down his legs. He kicked them away, and his shoes fell to the floor with one thud and then another. Lifting his t-shirt by the hem, she raised it for him to take his arms out, and then Remi tossed it across the room.

With gentle touches, he trailed his hand over her warm skin. Circling her raised nipple, he kissed the tip and closed his lips around it, tugging with a light insistence. Michelle sighed and arched her back, offering him her breast, as she clung to him with her fingers plunged into his hair. Holding her under the swell, he nipped her. She gasped and then moaned, digging her nails into his scalp. He licked over it once more and then moved to the other.

Sliding down her body, he flicked his gaze up to her and said, “I still want you as open as I showed you, chér. That hasn’t changed.”

Michelle nodded, throwing one bent leg over the back of the couch and placing her other foot on the floor. Then she laid her hands on her knees and pressed down.

“So pink and pretty... and all mine.”

“All of me is yours, Remi.”

“I know, chér.”

Moments later, she screamed out her orgasm, and he gripped her hands in his as she came. Remi lifted his head and licked his lips, cleaning them.

Pushing her hair off her face, Michelle said, “Why’d you do that?”

“Hmm?”

“You held my hands as I climaxed, Remi. You’ve never done that before. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

He climbed up her body and slid inside her.

“Mmmm… I don’t know much at all right now, chér. I’m lost in your pussy tightening around me, like you’re trying to keep me...” He pressed deeper. “...there.”

“I am.”

“Then, maybe I should let you take me over tonight.”

After withdrawing from her, he stood and took her hand, and then he led her over to the armless chair in the corner. He sat down and flicked his hair back out of his face, as he beckoned her to straddle him.

“Come here, chér.”

Michelle placed her hands on his shoulders, and he held his cock straight, as she lowered onto him and he sank into her heat.

“Aahhh!” Her head lolled to the side, and he kissed her neck with gentle presses of his lips up and down her skin. “Remi!”

She rose, opening her eyes to stare into his, and he leaned forward, gripping her by her nape. Michelle’s mouth opened, and he met hers with his, dipping his tongue inside, flicking the tip under and over hers, before pulling it into his mouth, sucking with gentle motions.

Her hips rocked forward and back, and he grasped one of her breasts, tugging her raised nipple. Michelle broke the kiss and let her head fall backwards, as she inhaled and exhaled deeply.

She was a vision in her nudity, riding him and taking the pleasure she wanted with confidence. The lamp by the bed shone light over half of her body, but the other remained in shadow, though he could see her perfectly.

His gaze went to her chest, and he raised her other breast to his mouth.

“Remi!” she called out, as her fingers laced through his hair, clutching him to her.

He relished the way her walls held him, the feel of her heartbeat thumping, hitting his length, as she coated his balls in her slickness.

After he let her go, her palms went back to his shoulders. He looked into the mirror, as she went to her tiptoes, rising and then lowering herself onto him. Then he watched her face, her closed lids, how her eyes were moving behind them. He felt every slight change of her angle made with deliberate motions.

“Oh!” she cried.

“Hit the spot?”

“Yes! Oh, God!”

Then her speed grew, intensifying, as she dug her nails into his skin. His cock hardened further, and he clenched his teeth in an effort not to come until after—or more likely, when—she did. Her softer touches hadn’t tampered his desire in the least, and he wished he’d let her make love to him before that night.

Remi whispered, “Look at me.”

She obeyed, her gaze taking a moment to focus.

“Keep going, but don’t look away. Watch what you’re doing to me.”

Inhaling sharply, she nodded, as he slipped his finger between her lower lips, rubbing her clit thickened with blood.

“Aahh!”

“Oui, chér.” While she bounced on him harder and faster, Remi forced himself to sit still, resisting the urge to pick Michelle up, toss her onto the bed, and ravish her. “Oui.”

Clenching his cock tighter, she thrust herself down a final time, and her core rippled around him as she came. He followed, wrapping his arms around her, crushing her to his chest, as his spending shot into her.

She grabbed him by the sides of his face, searching his eyes, before she tipped her head, lowering to take his mouth as much as she had taken his body.

Once they parted, she laid against him, breathing hard as he held her, his lips in her hair.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

“Oui, Michelle. We’ll do that more often, but now it’s my turn.”