Prologue

It was all sweat, speed, and the ruthless slap of flesh on flesh. What was left of her night gown was in tattered remains on the ground, inches away from the man pinning her to the wall. Eyes wild with passion, she locked her lips onto his and swallowed his groan as her nails dug painfully into his back.

"Chere," he growled the warning against her throat, teeth nipping and bruising the skin there. Her nails had journeyed down his back and were currently tearing apart his pants; as soon as they fell to his ankles, her smooth, endless legs wrapped around his waist and she ground her body against his. "Mon Dieu!" Grabbing the backs of her thighs, he swung her around and pinned her to the bed, his eyes seething while hers twinkled with mischief.

"More, more," she panted against his chest, her hands squeezing and groping every inch of his skin that she could get a hold of. "Let go, Master Thief." She pushed him back and knelt on his bed, hair disheveled and tumbling past her shoulders. "Learn a real rush," her index finger at her bottom lip, she purred and tilted her head to the side, eyes burning with a seductive "come hither" gleam in them.

Feeling positively feral, he pounced on her soft, waiting flesh. He was going to eat her alive.

Rogue looked at Remy in their bed and buried her face in his chest. "Oh, lawd...now Ah'm really wishin' they nevah met."

Remy LeBeau chuckled and kissed his lover's temple, "Now, cherie, if dey hadn' met, I never would've got'en t' see y' again."

"Ah know, sugar. Ah just wish they'd keep it down some."