Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
This sensual idea of winter. Even the scent of our sex transcended to something more. We smelled like pine trees.
And, our naked bodies committed to a sensual dance within ice. Remy’s moans were the sound of logs crackling in a fireplace.
And I melted like snow touched by fire. “Oh, Remy.”
He gripped my hips. His wings rose above him. I was so caught up in my mounting orgasm I couldn’t even ask what he was doing. He flapped those lovely, ice wings. Coming, I rose in the air. Suspended and exploding on the inside and out. I was bits and pieces coming apart, one-by-one. I was unimagined ecstasy in its purest form. Not cut or watered down. I was everything and nothing at all.
We hovered over the bed. Moving and gyrating. Loving every second.
We came together.
Or at least I think we did.
How could I have the strength to focus on my own body crashing into pleasure, over and over. It was an almost unending orgasm that encased my very soul.
And all I did was just let go.
Let it take me.
Let Remy take me.
Let this whole night.
This magic take me.
I just let go.
Forgot about the world.
The violence.
The shootings.
My divorce.
My battered life.
This shattered country.
I closed my soul to all the possible future problems that would come in the new year.
And just let go.
“Yes.” Remy kept us in the air and continued to push into me. “Just let go.”
Chapter 10
Faith
T
he castle vanished.
We were above ground, but I couldn’t figure out where. Snow fell around us, but I remained warm next to him. The image of Remy making love to me flickered in the back of my mind. It ran in black and white like a film on a rusty, old projector, buzzing and playing in front of me.
“What are you thinking about, my little ice queen?”
With those sparkling eyes, the perfection of his body, and this surreal moment, my mind fogged in a horny, crazy haze.
“I’m thinking about everything.”
“You should think of nothing.” Remy released me.
“What now?”
He propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down at me. “At night, you should never cry yourself to sleep again.”
Shock hit me. “You watch me?”
“Yes.”
“When I’m in my bedroom?”
“Yes.” He ran his fingers through my curls. “I watch you through the window. Does that scare you?”
“No. I guess.” I snuggled closer.
“Why do you cry so much?”
“Sometimes I feel alone, especially when my girls are gone.”
“You’ll never have to worry about that again.” He let go of my hair and drew circles on my arm. “I watch over you. I make sure no one enters the house.”
The sky brightened. Gold rays crept along the horizon. Time had moved too fast. We’d spent the whole night making love. There were still thousands of questions I wanted to ask.
Remy looked up at the sky and sighed. “I will see you again.”
I shook my head and held him closer. “Don’t go. Maybe I can put you in my freezer.”
Was that politically correct?
He smiled. “It wasn’t the cold that kept me alive. It was the earth magic balancing with the universe and that powerful bag around your neck.”
“When will I see you again?”
“That I can’t tell you.” He looked away. “There are other elements in play.”
“Like what?”
“Other things.”
“What aren’t you saying?”
“A lot.”
“Tell me.”
“I have. . .something to take care of.” He gazed off at the sun. “I also should be finding the light. We all should be.”
“You mean the spirits that took over Santa and the mermaids?”
“Yes.”
“O-kay and then what?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’ve never searched for it. I would rather stay in the middle of this balance between seeing your world and living in mine. I don’t know what happens after the light.”
“I don’t really understand any of this.”
“Then you’re truly living.”
My bottom lip quivered. “And how will you come back to me next time?”
“On any day of a full moon, maybe you can create me from something on earth—rock, soil, clay, anything. And then whisper my name as you form me. Think of my hands on you as you carve each layer of muscle. When it turns midnight, maybe I’ll come alive.”
“And if that doesn’t happen?”
“Then maybe the other elements came into play.”
“What other elements? Another person or thing?”
“I don’t know what she is.”
I thought back to what Santa had said. “Is it this woman of disguises?”
He closed his eyes, but continued to run his fingers through my hair. “I would like to wait until tomorrow to answer that. For now, I want to enjoy this.”
“You have to answer more of my questions. I don’t get how any of this is happening.”
“When you believe, anything can happen.” He moved his hands from my hair and traced a circle around my nipple. “Do you believe that I will come to you tomorrow night, formless or not, but still in love with you?”