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Breathing in her feminine sweetness, he licked a line between her breasts and down around her belly button. Her stomach hollowed as he hovered over her and began teasing at the laces of her pants. The ribbons at the ends of her braids had come undone too, the curls slowly untangling themselves and loosening around her face. She was still before him with her eyes lowered in a lust-filled haze, cheeks heated, and chest heaving.
Locking his gaze on hers, Remis lowered enough to undo the last knot holding her pants tight at her hips. She swore she felt herself melt more before him. Then he hooked his fingers into her waistband, grabbed a hold of the fabric of her undergarments below, and slid them from her legs. The scent of her arousal thickened the air. Liquid beaded at the tip of his cock between them.
Remis ran two fingers over her, parting her, finding that sensitive bundle that had her gasping and lifting her hips into his touch. His fingers shone with her desire as he lifted them, brought them to his lips, and sucked the juices off. She made a small noise as his eyes rolled back and he groaned.
That was enough to undo all his restraint. Remis brought himself down over her and began worshiping her with his tongue. One parting swipe and she was already undone by him. Licking and sucking, he showed her exactly how much he wanted her. Her legs clenched around his head, her fingers digging into his hair, hips twitching as she rode his tongue. A throaty cry left her.
Together they became a blur of movement and the rush of grabbing hands as Remis brought himself over her and sank his cock into her wetness. Meira gasped and he breathed the sound in, seemingly feeding off her pleasure. He took her kisses. Met her rising hips with his own thrusts until she was clenching tightly around him, pulsing with the throes of her euphoria. Only when he’d made her cry out one more time and her head was tipped back, arms loose at her sides, did he allow himself to finally spill.
Her body had gone boneless. Her senses were drunk with pleasure.
And she wondered if she’d ever been happier before.
30
Remis
She was exquisite. There were no other words for the way her kisses tasted. And when she’d taken him in hand, Remis had begged the gods or whoever might be listening, not to let him spill himself within her palm. The sounds she made were music to his ears. Sounds that had made everything his ears had taken in before not even worth hearing in comparison. Her cunt was a silken dream that he never wanted to wake up from. Sadly though, it had come to an end eventually and they’d both gotten dressed again.
For the first time since he’d met the woman, she actually appeared as if she’d finally relaxed. Her steps were slow as they made their way back to the bedroom, her cheeks flushed from sex, and her curls quickly unwinding from her braids. She caught the way his eyes trailed over her now, her cheeks darkening further, then she made quick work of taking out the rest of her braids and smoothing a hand over her mane.
They both slipped wordlessly below the covers, lying still, and staring up toward the ceiling. Remis stretched his hand across the sheets, found her ungloved hand, and held it in his. She sighed, soft and sweet, the sound having him bite back a smile. When they finally fell asleep and woke the next morning they were more than hand in hand, they were a tangle of limbs.
Light was coming in around the curtains. It kissed her skin and somehow haloed her hair as the mass of it was sprawled over his chest. Her head rested on his stomach, her steady breaths blowing against the hairs that trailed down his abdomen. Last night he’d not bothered with his shirt and he was undoubtedly thankful for it now.
He was the first to wake and he was too terrified to move and ruin this perfect morning. Tenderly, he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. He’d woken on more than one occasion with a woman still intertwined with him in bed, but he’d never stayed. There was always something more important to do than lounge in bed. While he knew whatever he’d be facing today would be with her at his side, he couldn’t bring himself to end whatever this was. This…peace.
“You’re awake,” she mumbled against his skin. “You’ve stopped snoring so you must be awake.”
Remis dropped the curl he’d been playing with. “I do not snore.”
She lifted her face, turned toward him, and arched a questioning brow. “You do. Quite aggressively. Do your lovers often flee from you in the night just so they might get an ounce of rest? I considered shoving the stuffing of these pillows into my ears.”
“I’ll have you know that no woman has ever fled my bed in the middle of the night.” There had been a time or two when the women had snuck out of his home before he'd awoken, but that couldn’t have been because he snored…could it? He’d always assumed that they had someplace to be.
Her long fingers spread out over his abdomen. She felt along every curve and dip up to his chest where she paused to run her fingers through the hair that was scattered there. Meira looked up at him through her lashes and smirked as though she didn’t believe him.
Remis took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the cursed mark upon it. “Kindred said you could only be rid of the curse if you killed me or if the witch who’d created it removed it herself. Have you chosen to end my life or have you chosen to keep it yet? My future rests so fully in these beautiful hands.” He surprised himself with how calmly he asked the question. Death was no longer something that intimidated him. He’d faced it several times on the way to this damned city and it’d lost its hold on him.
Something in the depths of her green eyes dimmed. “Maybe I’ll end you. Maybe I’ll keep you. I do so love to have you on the edge waiting to know.” That smile of hers lost a bit of its luster. “As for the curse, I would assume that I had created it but I do not know how to be rid of it.”
“We could always return to Kindred. Maybe she could tell you how.”
Chilled morning air rushed over the place where the witch had just been. The lift of the blanket exposed his legs where his pants had ridden up his calves. And Meira was standing, reaching for her weapon belt, and clasping it around her hips.
“Maybe,” she echoed, pushing her hair from her face. “What have you got to do for this business your father wishes for you to attend?”
The moment he’d wished to go on forever had come to an end. Remis found himself wanting to drag her back into the bed, to throw the blanket over their heads, and never come back up for air. Instead, he kicked his legs over the edge and rose. His shirt, waistcoat, and boots were somewhere in the living room.
Though, in regards to the business he needed to address, he was aware of an envelope with his father’s seal still sitting on the mantel across from the bed. He’d not wanted to open it yesterday and the urge to do so hadn’t somehow grown this morning. Tightening the drawstrings of his trousers, he made his way to the now-cold hearth.
The red seal mocked him. He glared at the parchment for a moment longer before snatching it and ripping past the wax. His father’s neat script gave instructions with no evidence of care or emotion etched into the words or phrasing.
“It seems we ran a bit behind schedule. We are to meet a gentleman today at noon at The Bearded Maid’s Tavern. He’ll have further instructions for us.” He crumpled the thick parchment in his hand and then tossed it into the fireplace.
Light filled the room as Meira pulled the curtain back and looked out at the sky. “You’d better hurry along then because it’s nearly noon now.”
Nearly noon? Had they truly slept that long?
