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Remy shifted her hips to unpin him but stopped the second she moved. Gods. That delicious split second of friction was enough to set her on fire. The prince’s hand twitched in his sleep. With a shuddering breath, Remy bit her lip.

“Do you like that?” A rough, sleepy voice sounded from behind her.

“You’re awake.” Remy could feel her cheeks heating. She made to move, but Hale rolled so his front was half on top of her back, holding her in place.

His lips slid up Remy’s neck to her ear. “Your scent could wake a male from the dead.”

Remy trembled as thousands of tingling lightning bolts shot through her body. She tilted her hips forward again as his breath whispered into her ear. His hand moved, pressing in, and Remy gasped.

She had never felt this aroused before. Never. She had a few encounters with a boy in one of the tavern towns they were in. They were fun and quick, but anticlimactic. This was something entirely different. Hale’s hand alone through the fabric of her trousers had liquid heat pooling between her legs.

“Do you want me to keep going?” he whispered into her ear again. His voice alone almost had her coming undone.

Remy breathed without thinking, “Yes.” She was lost to the sensation of his body pressed against hers.

Hale pushed his hand against her as she ground her hips forward, stifling a moan. Shifting her onto her side, Hale slid his hand up to the waistband of her trousers and inside. His calloused fingers dipped down until he found that hot, wet button between her legs. Remy turned her face into her arm as his fingers slid against her, moaning into her sleeve.

“That sound,” Hale said as he moved his fingers again, “is my undoing.”

Remy felt him harden against her backside. She reached her hand back to palm him, and he growled.

“Not tonight,” he ground out. “There are beasts in these woods, and there will be nothing quiet about the first time I have you.”

As those promised words skated across the shell of her ear, he dipped one finger into her wet core. Remy bit into her shirt to keep from crying out. Hale snarled, skimming his teeth across her neck.

It felt so good. Too good.

Hale groaned as he added a second finger, making Remy writhe.

“Are you always this wet when you think of me?” His fingers paused, waiting for an answer.

“Yes.” Remy’s voice sounded nothing like her own, filled with a feral pleading for those fingers to move faster.

Hale obliged, pumping them in and out of her as the heel of his hand pressed down on that tight bundle of nerves. His other hand drifted up, languidly circling her nipple. She arched into his hands, her panting breaths the only sound. His heady scent enveloped her, bringing her higher to that edge. Remy ground herself harder into his fingers. Harder, faster. It was all she could think to do. Moving. Demanding more.

Hale nibbled her ear as she cried out again.

“Remy,” he whispered.

At the sound of his voice, she shattered. Biting down on her arm, rolling waves of ecstasy overcame her. Hale massaged her until the last of her moans turned into heavy breaths.

Remy had never in her entire life felt that way before. Echoes of that ecstasy shot across her body as her breathing slowed. Hale slid his hand out of her trousers, pulling her back across his broad chest with satisfaction.

His lips brushed across her temple.

“Dream of me,” he whispered smugly, and she did.