Page 26 of When the Snowman Whispered
“Yes, it changed everything.”
“How?”
“I used to spend my days searching for heaven. I think that’s what we are supposed to do, after we die, if we don’t find it while we’re alive.”
“Search for heaven?”
“Yes. But then, I saw you and I didn’t care about heaven anymore. I stopped looking.”
I backed up. “Can you do that? Can you just stop looking?”
“I don’t know. I never found heaven or hell, just this place where I’m here, but I’m not. Where I can see and smell you, but not talk or touch you. In some ways, maybe I did find hell.” His wings curled behind him. “None of that matters. Tonight, we explore each other. Tonight, you touch me the way you did when you carved me. You moaned when you slid your knife against the ice. Do you remember?”
Hunger bloomed at the center of my thighs. “This is all too much.”
“This is only the beginning.” He captured my waist and placed his lips upon mine, consuming me. His kiss drummed down into my bones, shaking my entire body. I melted into his hard muscle. My panties wet. My ears ached to hear his voice. My pussy was hungry and so ready.
“Yes, Faith. This is what I prayed for.” He tore away at my shirt. “I didn’t pray for my soul. Instead, I begged the universe to let me touch you, just once.”
The gown ripped from my body. All those tiny sparkling snowflakes turned to liquid in his hands. My garment spilled onto the ground in front of me. Naked, I remained warm, even though snow fell around us.
“Captivating.” He explored my hands like a virgin who’d never seen a woman before. Every detail of my flesh he touched, lapped at, and tested, sampling my taste and nibbling my skin. He licked the tips of my nipples. “You’re perfect.”
I moaned, “Remy.”
“Yes. Say my name.” He lowered and gently pulled me down with him. “I want you to whisper my name as you ride me. Isn’t that what you thought about when you carved my body?”
I lay in his arms, shocked, and in a daze.
“How did you picture me thrusting inside of you?” He devoured my lips again and then buried his face between my breasts.
“La-di-da-di-da-di-da.” That music box melody came on and played louder than before. The scent of juniper berries floated between us.
“Tell me, Faith,” he whispered. “Tell me what you thought about.”
I lay on my back. Ice crunched against my body, but it didn’t hurt or feel cold. It all felt right. Everything made sense. If I didn’t think about it for too long. If I let myself fall into the magic of it all, then it all seemed okay.
This is a dream. I can do what I want. I was just flying for god’s sake.
Remy laid a trail of kisses along my thighs. “Whatever you know about love, forget it. Tonight, I’ll show you what love is.”
“Remy,” I whispered. Every part of me blazed on fire. I was surprised the snow didn’t melt around us. I dripped for my snowman. I craved his icy body, relished in the white glow and the snowy hard cock that sprung up to my view. And there, I drowned in cold pleasure—blind, dizzy, and breathless.
He groaned. “Do you want to feel me inside of you?”
Those diamond pupils glimmered in that sapphire gaze.
My pussy moistened further. “Yes.”
“Do you understand what’s happening between us?”
“No.” I blinked. “But, I’m probably going to put myself in a mental hospital after all of this.”
“Don’t do that. Then, I couldn’t visit you.”
“Can you visit me now?”
“Yes, but only on this land and only when the full moon hangs above us and magic flows below.” He spread my legs apart. “Keep the mojo bag on you always. It helps. When a full moon is in the sky, walk out to me.”
