Remy Lacroix In 'Remy & Mia'

Remy leans into Mia on the balcony, canyon wind brushing bare skin, and the first kiss tastes like trouble. Clothes drop in a quiet rush. They drift to the bathtub, water warm around them, kisses sliding from slow to hungry. Fingers find slick heat between slick thighs, and every wet sound bounces off marble. Later the sheets are cool against flushed skin, legs wrap hips, mouths trace collarbones down to hard nipples. Remy slides her fingers deep and quick, Mia arches and gasps, and the night stretches into breathless, messy need.