Page 95 of The High Mountain Court

“Yes. I’m done.” She whirled with a bit too much eagerness to mumble the last of her prayers and blow out the white candle.

“Good. You have three seconds to climb back up here or else,” he said, his voice a playful rasp.

“Or else what?” Remy arched a brow at him, already knowing the answer.

“Or I will jump down there and fuck you in the snow.” The low vibration of that threat shook right through Remy, making her thighs clench together.

She was sure the snow was melting under her as she put her totems back into the black bag. She prayed for many nights in the future when they could make love under the stars, but not tonight in the Northern snow. Picking up the candle, she turned to the window a story above. She assessed the outer wall. It would be an impossible climb in her glamoured form, but now . . .

She ran and jumped, pushing herself off one brick that stuck out from the rest and vaulting to the window ledge. Grabbing it one-handed, she clutched her totem bag and candle in the other. She easily lifted herself up and over the ledge, landing in a crouch. Her strength felt amazing.

“You are magnificent.” Hale stood before her like a dark god in nothing but a sheet wrapped low across his hips.

His molten eyes watched Remy stand. Remy’s robe was split open in a deep V all the way down to where it belted below her hips.

That heat in his eyes made Remy’s stomach tighten. With such a sweeping, unexpected urgency, she needed him again. She threw the candle and totem bag onto the floor. Not a single thing mattered anymore. Only him. Only them.

Hale moved the instant the candle hit the floor. His fingers grasped the back of Remy’s neck and pulled her to him. He kissed her desperately, that deep, sudden need overcoming him as well. They stood there kissing, in a fire that was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Hot wetness pooled between her legs.

“That scent, your scent.” His voice was a deep, rolling purr. “It was made just for me.”

He hooked his index finger into Remy’s belt and yanked her forward. Inching his way back to the bed, he deftly untied the knotted satin that rested above the apex of Remy’s legs. He never broke their gaze, his mouth open and breathless, his eyes dark with wanting. The satin skimmed across Remy’s warm brown skin as it fell to the floor.

Hale’s hands shook with restraint as he placed his large warm hands on either side of Remy’s hips and moved her to the bed. Remy lay back, splayed across the bed, trembling under the predatory gaze of the prince. She shuddered as Hale dropped to his knees and kissed the inside of her ankle.

He trailed slow kisses up her leg. He paused to swirl his tongue on her inner thigh. She shifted, eager for that mouth to move higher. She felt Hale’s smile against her flesh. His nose skimming through the coarse black hair between her legs, he took a deep inhale, letting out a growl that was nothing but feral.

His breath tickled the hairs framing Remy’s most sensitive spot. She thought she might explode from the anticipation alone.

At the first slide of his fiery tongue, her entire body spasmed. It was already too good. His tongue moved again, slowly up and down. Remy released a heavy, wild moan, crazed by the explosion of sensations.

“You taste even more amazing than you smell,” Hale groaned, his hands squeezing her thighs as he spread her wider.

Remy threaded her fingers through Hale’s hair as he bent down again. His tongue swirled over her, and she cried out. The sound weakened his restraint, his tongue sweeping faster. Feeling the pad of his finger at her entrance, she could not breathe as he dipped it into her wet depths. Her muscles tightened like a bowstring: she was already on the precipice of release.

“Hale,” she moaned. He hummed against her, the vibrations making her gasp. “I want all of you,” she gritted out in a voice of a female possessed.

Hale instantly released her from his burning tongue. He crawled up her body like a stalking lion and kissed her deeply. She tasted her musky wetness on his tongue. He pulled back a fraction as his tip brushed against her liquid heat. The sensation made Remy’s eyes roll back and flutter closed. It sucked her into a tornado of sensations.

“Open your eyes,” Hale’s husky voice demanded.

Remy obeyed. Looking into those smoky eyes alone was almost enough to undo her. Hale watched her with everything, every emotion: there were no words for all of existence whirring between their eyes. He fisted the sheet beside Remy’s head as he pushed into her. Remy’s mouth went slack as she inhaled sharply. He dipped deep inside of her. He held her stare, his eyes filled with wonder.

“I love you, Remy,” he said with a deep rawness she had never seen from him before.

“I love you too, Hale.” Remy’s voice thickened.

This was it. This was the moment she wanted to stretch on for the rest of her life. She wanted this and only this to continue on endlessly.

Slowly, he moved, sweet rolling waves in and out of her. She pulled his head down to hers. His soft lips caressed her own as she swept a hand down his back, settling on his hard backside. She felt the muscles clenching and releasing as he moved into her. This was making love. She had fucked before, but Hale was the first and only person she would ever make love to. Their souls were locking together in the mirror to their bodies. They were right there, on the edge between existing as two separate people and one. The lines blurred as they fell into bliss: one soul in two bodies.

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