Page 85 of Cursed By Gold

Sensing how near I am, Remme's hands close possessively over my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. His fingers tease my stiffening nipple as his mouth finds the sensitive spot under my ear.

"Come for me, my Lady," he growls. His gravelly voice combined with the ceaseless motion against my aching center is too much. With a sharp cry, I shatter apart in his arms, ecstasy coursing through me.

I cling to him weakly as I come back to my senses. The evidence of my pleasure dampens his breeches but he seems unconcerned, only smirking in male satisfaction.

"Now, I believe you wanted something of mine," he murmurs, guiding my questing hand back to the laces of his pants. I nod eagerly, needing more. As I take him in hand, desire coils hotly within me again.

His talented fingers slip between my legs.

I can't seem to get close enough to him.

"Yes, Scarlet," he groans, his voice a deep rumble in his chest that vibrates through me like thunder during a storm. "Touch me."

Emboldened by his encouragement, I slide my hand down the length of him, feeling him pulse against my palm. He bucks against my touch, and I know he's as desperate as I am.

"Lift your skirts higher," he commands between ragged breaths. I do as he says without hesitation, hiking up the voluminous fabric until it pools around my hips.

"Wider," he growls, and I comply, spreading my legs wider against the door. He positions himself at my entrance and with one powerful thrust, he's inside me.

"Gods, Scarlet!" he gasps, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he begins to move within me. "You feel so good." His words are punctuated by shuddering breaths as he slows down to savor the sensation of our joined bodies.

I can't even form coherent thoughts anymore; all I'm aware of is the pleasure coiling low in my abdomen with each thrust of his hips. His grip on my hips tightens as if he's holding on for dear life.

With each thrust, I can feel him going deeper, touching parts of me that I didn't know existed. It feels so good, so very right, as if this is where we were always meant to be. His hips move in a primal rhythm, our bodies slapping together with a rhythmic intensity that echoes off the walls of the darkened library.

His lips leave my neck and find their way to my earlobe, nibbling and sucking on it gently. He pants, his voice raw with desire, "I need... I need to see your beautiful face."

Rising up on tiptoes, I meet his heated gaze, our eyes locked together as we move as one. The passion flaring in his eyes is mirrored in mine and we both know we're on the edge of something monumental.

"Tell me you want this," he growls out between thrusts, his grip on my hips tightening even more.

"Yes," I breathe out, unable to form any other coherent words. "I want this."

“Tell me you want me.”

“Always.”

Emboldened by my confession, he picks up the pace once more. It's animalistic and wild and absolutely exhilarating. And the way he watches me, as if I'm the most precious thing he's ever laid eyes on... it's intoxicating.

"Scarlet," he growls, his voice a low rumbling growl that vibrates through me like thunder in a storm. "I'm close."

I can feel the tension coiling in my own body, the pleasure building unbearably with each of his hard thrusts. I dig my nails into his back, legs shaking with the effort it takes to remain standing. "Yes, Remme. Gods, yes!" I pant out.

His breathing becomes ragged in my ear as I felt the pulsing of his length inside me. A warmth spreads through my core, and I cry out as my climax washes over me in waves, carrying me away on its crest.

Remme's final thrusts are deep and hard, before he stiffens against me, groaning out his own release. We remain joined for several minutes, catching our breaths and trying to regain some semblance of composure.

As our breathing finally returned to normal, I could feel the evidence of our passion seeping between my legs. Remme, stillburied inside me, nuzzled my neck with his chin and said, "We should... clean up before anyone... uh... smells the evidence of our... indiscretion."

I couldn't help but giggle at his awkwardness. "Yes, you're right. Just... give me a moment."

He chuckled and reluctantly pulled out of me. He reached for a nearby handkerchief and gently wiped us both clean. The cool fabric against my heated skin was a welcome relief.

"Thank you," I whispered, tugging down dress, trying to make myself presentable again.

"My pleasure, milady," he purred, winking at his own double entendre before completely stripping off his pair of britches entirely.

I whipped around to hide my blushing cheeks but not before he saw the beginnings of a smile tugging at my lips. "You're insufferable, Remme Corliss."

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