The trip back to Chateau
Arcadia was the first truly relaxing time Denysé had known since leaving it
a mere few days earlier. They were now tucked into a lovely horse-drawn
carriage and Rémy’s estate was less than an hour away. She sighed softly and leaned into his side,
inhaling the intoxicating scene and aura that was Rémy. She felt his smile, and
looked up at him.
“What are you
He kissed her, a
soft, lingering caress. “About how good it feels to have you back where you belong,
times when I wondered if I’d live long enough for you to find me,” she
admitted, voice small and still shaken.
Rémy held her
tighter, lifting her into his lap and stroking the thick fall of her hair. “Why
did you choose to be the scribe for the Viscount’s clan?”
across their history,” she replied. “Vasya was fascinating to me, and I wanted
to know more about him.” She felt him tense, and drew back to peer at him.
“Rémy! Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Vasya?” She tried to suppress a grin,
but knew it was a dismal failure when he scowled.
“Do not expect
me to like him overmuch,” he said. “It was because of him you spent several
days in hell at the hands of a demon!”
She nodded, and
leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep, shivering when he held her head and
ravished her mouth with rising hunger. They eased back and looked at each
other, green staring into blue until she was drowning in him.
“I love you,
Rémy,” she murmured and snuggled close.
* * * * *
Her next memory
was waking in Rémy’s arms as he carried her into the vast master bedroom of Chateau Arcadia, all the while barking
out orders to staff who tripped over themselves to do as he requested. She
shifted enough that he knew she was awake again, and he smiled.
“Relax, cheri.” He kissed her forehead. “Let me
take care of you for a little while.”
He put her down
on the bed, and she watched as he directed his staff, until everything was just
as he wanted it. Then he turned to her and held out his hand.
She rose and
went to him, drawing in soft scents that grew as they approached a huge,
steaming bathtub. Rémy pulled her into his arms again, hugging her tight for
long moments, then he eased back and grinned.
“Would you like
to undress, or may I have the pleasure of removing your clothes?”
felt the stain of a blush warm her cheeks, and Rémy’s gaze grew hotter than
flames. He didn’t wait, he started to carefully remove the skirt, blouse, and
her underwear, until she was standing naked in front of him. He held her hand,
kissed the palm, then indicated she was to get into the tub.
The water felt
heavenly and she groaned with pleasure as she sank into the warm, aromatic
water. She looked up at Rémy, who was watching every move she made.
“Are you going
to join me?”
He sat on the
floor next to the bath and poured bubbling wine into two flutes, handing her
one as he leaned on the edge of the tub.
not allowing you out of my sight again,” he informed her, his voice rough with
emotions so complex it was impossible to distinguish what prompted his
really work for us,” Denysé answered, and slid closer to the side of the tub so
she could touch his face, and kiss his cheek. “But thank you for the thought,
my Big Bad Wolf.”
Rémy’s low growl
made her grin. He shook his head. “I
think you need to be taught a lesson about the dangers of provoking the big bad
wolf,” he said very quietly.
She laughed low
in her throat and one eyebrow rose in challenge. “And are you to be my teacher,
my Lord Rémy?”
He set aside the
glasses of wine, and picked up the soft cloth, pouring sweet-smelling soap over
it. He started at her shoulders, slow, lazy swipes that left bubbling lather
over her skin. Her heartbeat picked up in tempo until it was a steady drumming
inside her body, one she was certain her heard. He rinsed away the soap, the
warm water drizzling over her skin, then he began again, this time using his
hands, slipping them into the water, the lather like silk against her skin,
masking his strong, battle scarred hands. He cupped her breasts, testing their
weight, fingertips circling her nipples as they hardened and peaked against his
downward, the heavy throb of desire pulsing between her legs. Rémy’s lips touched the side of her neck,
tongue gliding over the erratic pulse there. One hand moved deeper into the
water and parted her thighs. She gasped, eyes closed, and moaned softly when
his fingers found the slick wetness of her pussy. He parted her swollen folds
and slid two fingers inside her, while his thumb found the tight nub of her
clit. Her hips pushed into his touch, begging for more, and Rémy started a
slow, rhythmic thrusting into her, all the while flicking teasing touches to
her clit. She was panting and calling his name in no time, and when he withdrew
his fingers and pinched her clit, her entire body shook with the sudden orgasm
that ripped through her. She clenched her teeth, holding back a scream, and he
covered her pussy with his hand, holding her as her muscles started to relax.
When she was
able to breathe again, he helped her to stand. Her knees shook badly, and
Rémy’s grin was wicked, and hungry. He didn’t wait for her to towel off, he
simply scooped her up and deposited her in the middle of the bed. Dazed and
still quivering, she watched as he stripped out of his clothes and tossed them
aside. A moment later, he crawled onto the bed, kissing his way up her body
until she was staring into the azure ocean of his eyes.
He lifted her
legs and she completed the action, wrapping them around his waist. Rémy held
her face between his hands, his gaze locked with hers as he slid into her, his
entire body shaking in reactive pleasure as he was sheathed fully inside her.
She arched upward, needing, and he laughed, a low rumbling chuckle.
“Do you still
want to leave my chateau, cher?” he
breathed into her ear when he ducked his head to kiss her shoulder.
He thrust hard
and sudden, and she moaned loudly, her arms going around him, nails digging
into the smooth muscles of his shoulders. “Rémy....”
His hands moved
to her hips and he held her in place, his body finally giving into desperate
need. She tightened her hold on him, clinging as she answered the rapid motion
of his thrusts. He drove deep, filling her, over and over, and she shuddered as
every muscle began to tremble against him. He lifted her hips, changed the
angle, and slid into her again as his release flooded over him and into her
welcoming body. She cried out his name and he held her tightly while the walls
of her pussy clutched him and rippled in another powerful orgasm.
For a few
minutes, she was certain she’d fainted with the intensity of her climax. When
she was able to see and breathe again, Rémy rolled over onto his back, taking
her with him so she was sprawled over his heaving chest.
“Once I can move
again, we’ll have to discuss further lessons in the dangers of provoking the
big bad wolf,” she murmured, and grinned as he laughed, the sound rumbling
against her ear, the sound rich and warm.
“Heaven and hell
in one day,” she said when he was quiet, and they were snuggled under the
blankets. “You certainly know how to show a girl a good time, my lord.”
Rémy pulled her
against his chest, and she fell asleep with the music of his heartbeat close to