Chapter Thirty-Eight #2
Remy lifted me with one arm while taking down his pants. His eyes seemed to burn while he lowered me onto his thick, hard length. I gripped his shoulders, unable to look away. A feral smile touched his mouth when he was so deep that my clit ground against him.
If I’d had his powers, the sound I made would’ve taken down the walls around us.
I pushed him back on his haunches, letting his arms support me as I rode him.
My slow speed quickly picked up because it was so damn good.
I might not walk right tomorrow, but all that mattered was what I was feeling now.
Remy’s arms held me up while his powerful thighs flexed beneath mine.
His body was steel and heat, but his mouth felt like silk and fire, ravaging mine until I had to stop kissing him or I’d pass out.
His mouth slid to the top of my chest. A murmured word later, and the platinum bodice on my dress vanished, turning back into a handful of necklaces that spilled onto the floor.
Before I could register that, Remy’s mouth closed over my nipple.
His tongue and lips teased it to diamond hardness while I moved faster.
I’d never felt anything this intensely before.
Like I’d die if I didn’t have more. I pulled his head up, searing his mouth with mine.
His kiss made me not care if I couldn’t breathe.
He tangled my hair in his hand, breaking the kiss but holding my mouth right over his.
Our breaths mingled in pants while our hearts beat in hammering succession.
Remy growled as he licked a bead of sweat from my neck before lifting me and laying me back against the floor.
My long skirt tangled between us. With another muttered word from Remy, it was a handful of ashes and a single gauzy drape that he swatted away.
I was completely naked now, yet he still wore his torn-open shirt with his pants pushed to his knees.
I was about to tell him to take them off when his next thrust tore a new gasp from me.
He gripped my hips, tilting them before moving so fast it would have been painful if it wasn’t the best fucking thing I’d ever felt.
That tilt blasted my clit with every thrust while everything in me tightened in ecstasy.
“Come with me, come with me!” I panted, right at the edge.
“Not yet,” he said thickly.
I couldn’t wait. Not with my body lighting up like a spotlight. My nails raked down his back while rapture shattered me. His darkly sensual moan only heightened the orgasm, leaving me gasping and shuddering.
“I love to feel you come,” he muttered.
He loved it? I would’ve laughed if I had any breath left.
He moved faster, his head tilting back while his eyes went heavy-lidded.
My own eyes nearly drifted shut from the building intensity, but he was too gorgeous not to look at.
His skin was like sunlit honey against his white shirt, and his blue eyes seemed to shine with a golden gleam through those heavier lids.
“Raine.” My name was a growl that scattered more sensation through me. I arched my hips, taking him deeper.
“I love to feel you come,” I whispered, digging my nails into his hips. “I want to feel it again right now.”
“You will.” Another reply that was more growl than speech. “Right now…”
He tensed, muscles standing out in stunning relief against his taut body as that deep inner throb turned into hot pulses. They vibrated with the same strong surges as the shudders that ran through Remy. I held him closer and arched again, reveling in those inner spasms.
A few moments later, his tight grip turned into a caressing one. He moved off me but wrapped his arms around me as he settled me against him on the floor.
“Told you I can hardly keep my hands off you. If you didn’t have my healing powers, you’d be black and blue from how I keep taking you on the floor because I can’t even wait to bring you into my bedroom.”
My laugh was breathy. “This is me not complaining.”
After a few moments, though, I did need to get up despite not wanting to move. Still, my bladder wasn’t going to wait.
“Hand me your shirt,” I said.
He did, although his mouth quirked as I put it on.
Yes, he’d already seen what I had, but I still wasn’t about to walk to the bathroom completely bare-assed.
After taking care of my bladder, I used a damp washcloth to get some of the residual ashes off me. Just like Cinderella’s ball gown had turned back into rags once the clock struck midnight, my own gown had also been returned to its original components, albeit a lot more sensually.
I came out of the bathroom wearing Remy’s robe. He’d probably give me another amused look at that, too. I also wouldn’t have it on long, but whatever. I was about to head back into the library when I heard him say, “In here.”
His bedroom.
I walked into the gothically gorgeous space.
Remy was already in bed, the sheets baring all of his upper body and most of one long, muscled leg.
He looked mouthwatering against the pillows, his black hair tousled from my hands, his mouth fuller from kissing me, and his body all hard lines and etched sinews.
For a second, I just stared. Remy appeared as magically crafted as the room that seemed like someone had melded together a gothic castle and a dark, enchanted forest.
“Coming to bed?” he asked with an arched brow.
Fuck yeah.
I crawled into bed. Remy smiled as he pulled me against him, flicking down the side of the robe to kiss my collarbone.
“My robe never looked so good,” he murmured.
I loved the feel of his mouth. And his hands, and his tongue, and every other part of him. But if we kept this up, we wouldn’t be talking, and I had things I needed to say.
“Jessica said that the First Realm was off-world.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
If Remy was surprised by my change in topic, he didn’t show it. He also didn’t stop tracing his mouth along the sensitive path from my neck down toward my breasts.
I pulled his head up so he had to look at me. In the absence of control, I needed knowledge. “Jessica also seemed surprised that you chose the First Realm as the site of your combat with Daegal. Why? What’s over there?”
Remy’s fingers traced what I hadn’t let him keep kissing. I tried to ignore how good that felt. “The Tuatha Dé Danann.”
The race that had made all his unbreakable magic décor. “Did you say they were faeries or elves?” That didn’t sound so bad, and they made absolutely stunning furnishings.
“They’re the creatures that came before elves and faeries.”
Something in his voice made me ask, “Are they dangerous?”
A breath left him that might have been a laugh. “Of course they are. But if you respect their rules, you should be fine. If you don’t … well, there’s a reason faerie tales used to only have grim endings before Hollywood changed them to make them more commercial.”
“What are some of their rules?”
His light strokes didn’t cease. “You never say ‘thank you’ to the Tuatha Dé, for one. If one of them does you a favor, you either immediately repay it, or you owe them something comparable in the future. A platitude like ‘thank you’ implies that you consider yourself absolved from their debt, which you aren’t. ”
Interesting. “What else?”
“You never bring anything made of iron into their lands. Iron is poisonous to them, even by touch. If they catch you with iron, they’ll consider it an attack, and they will kill you.”
Okay, important safety tip there, too. “What else?”
Remy stopped stroking me and sat up. “They revere nature to the point where they make eco-terrorists look like Boy Scouts, but that’s not what you really want to ask me. So, ask.”
I held his stare. “No, because it’s not a question. It’s a statement. I’m coming with you when you go there tomorrow.”
His aquamarine gaze had never looked harder. “You shouldn’t. What I will do to Daegal will horrify you.”
“And what I’ll imagine if I’m stuck here waiting to see if you live or die will ruin me,” I whispered with more honesty than I’d ever revealed to anyone.
In a way, it felt like when Remy first saw me transform into the Beast. This admittance was me at my most raw and uncontained, and like the Beast, I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
His deep sigh landed like an invisible caress against my skin. Then his hands followed as he drew me against him until my head rested beneath his chin.
“Then we leave at nine AM.”