Remy kicked the door closed behind them and tossed her on the large king-size bed. Margery sank down into the mattress with her arms open.

“What if I pass out?” she asked.

“Then we’ll both get some sleep.” He lay next to her on the bed and slid his hand up her shirt to grab her breast.

“I can vanish my clothes,” she said, kicking off her shoes.

“Don’t you dare. I want to take my time with you.” Remy propped his head up on one hand and took his other one off her breast so he could unbutton her blouse. Leaning down, he kissed her nose. “I’m crazy about you.”

“I think you’re pretty sexy yourself.” Margery unbuckled his belt and slid it off through the loops.

Pushing the shirt off her shoulders, he pressed hot kisses along her chest and stomach.

“Mmm,” she said, arching into his caresses.

He unhooked her bra and eased it down over her arms then groaned and licked her hard nipples. “Wanted to do this from the moment you woke up on my land.”

Margery sucked in her breath at the exquisite pleasure his teeth and tongue were giving to her breasts. Her hands fumbled with the clasp of his jeans and his zipper.

Oh, please. Oh, please. Don’t pass out. Not now.

But she wasn’t feeling light-headed, just breathless and shivery. Remy didn’t pause in ravishing her breasts as he shrugged out of his shirt. She couldn’t resist running her hands all over his muscled arms and back. The tugging on her nipples from his talented mouth urged little cries from her. Just as she got her hands in his pants, he slid down.

“Remy,” she said in a frustrated huff.

“Not yet,” he said, darting his tongue over her belly button.

She squirmed as he pulled her jeans off and then just stood, watching her. Her breasts were cold without his mouth on them, and she cupped them, offering them to him. He hooked his finger into her panties.

“Nice and wet.” He smiled and dipped them deeper.

Margery caught her breath on a moan as he played with her. “Take off your pants,” she said.

“As my Queen commands.”

He vanished them, and she smiled wide. “Bring that over here,” she said, crooking her finger.

“I will. But first, I need to taste you.” Remy shredded her panties, and it was the hottest thing she ever saw. Until he knelt at the end of the bed and grabbed her thighs. With a wicked grin, he hauled her to the edge and buried his face between her legs.

“Fuck,” Margery gasped as her body convulsed when his eager tongue lapped at her clit. Her body arched into him. She tangled her fingers into his hair as flashes of pleasure blinded her.

This has to count. They were in the sky. Hell, she’d order the plane to crash if that’s what it took.

“Don’t stop.”

Her thighs trembled as his quick and eager ministrations brought her to a screaming orgasm. But it didn’t stop there. He kept going, flicking her swollen and tender bud with relentless strokes of his tongue. Margery’s body jangled like she was being electrocuted with sweet, hot desire. She could only moan and dance to the tune as he played her body like she was a treasured instrument. The second time her orgasm crashed over her, coherent thought was gone.

Scrambling up her body, Remy sank deep inside her. Margery clenched the sheets so tight she left deep rents in the silk. He framed her face with his forearms as he looked down into her eyes.

“So tight and wet for me,” he said through gritted teeth. “I want you so bad.”

“Take me,” she begged. “Hard and fast.”

“As my Queen commands.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her hands over her head and increased his pace.

Margery took his mouth in a desperate kiss. He rocked into her with heavy strokes that hit every sweet nerve in her body. She never wanted this feeling of bliss to stop. He filled her perfectly.

Remy growled deep in his throat then let her go to brace one arm on the wall above the bed. “So beautiful. My Queen.” Massaging her breast, he looked down at his cock as it pistoned inside her. “Touch yourself. I want you to come with me inside you.”

She reached between their bodies, and he adjusted them so she had access to her clit. “Your tongue feels better.” Margery tickled around the hood of her sensitive bud.

“I’ll go back to it. Maybe after you come.”

She gave a husky giggle. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I’m giving you everything I have. I am utterly yours.” He had both hands on her breasts now. She rotated her hips to keep him deep inside her.

“Don’t you want to come?” Margery asked in a high-pitched voice she didn’t recognize.

“I won’t be able to stop myself once you clench around me.”

She clamped the muscles of her core around him, and he grunted in surprise. “Yeah, like that. Only wilder. Out of control.”

“Talk to me,” she said, rubbing faster. “I’ll explode if you tell me what you want to do to me.”

She was transfixed by the dark glint in his eyes.

“I’m going to make you forget any other lover. After we’re done here, I’m going to fuck you in that hot tub. Then I’m going to have you suck on me before taking you from behind while you’re on all fours.”

That did it.

Margery’s eyes rolled back in her head.

Remy shouted his climax as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

“Nidhogg,” he gasped, collapsing next to her.

It took a while for their breathing to come back to normal.

“I always wanted to ask, what’s Nidhogg?” Margery stifled a yawn as she languorously played with his hair.

Remy pulled the covers over both of them. “He’s a real bastard. An ancient dragon with supreme powers and a god complex. But don’t worry. He’s been imprisoned in the core of the Earth for eternity.”

“Are you sure about that?” She cuddled into his arms.

“Trust me.” He kissed her on the top of her head. “If Nidhogg gets free, he’ll destroy the world before we could worry about it.”

“Comforting.” Margery bit his shoulder. “Not.”

“Unless you’re ready for round two, behave,” he said with his eyes closed.

“I didn’t pass out,” she whispered in his ear.

“I noticed.” He stroked his hand down her back.

“I think I’m cured.”

“I think I’m going to buy a plane.”