Page 58 of Locked In Ice

Lightning.

Primitive possession.He stared at her as if she belonged to him.His eyes blazed.

Darkness.

In and out, he drove into her.She was open and exposed fully to him.Every thrust stroked along her sensitive core.

Lightning.

She came again.An orgasm even more powerful than the first.It stole her breath, and she couldn’t scream.She couldn’t do anything but quake and arch and take the pleasure as it swept through every cell in her body.

Darkness.

He erupted inside of her.Bellowed her name as his hips kept shoving against her.His grip was almost bruising along her waist, but she didn’t care.

Lightning.

He stared down at her.Sated but…

Still hungry.

Possession.She could see it on his face.See—

Darkness.

Chapter Twelve

A bird was chirping.

Lane cracked open one eye.

The bird chirped again.

He opened the other eye and turned his head toward the balcony doors.

I shut the doors.At some point, anyway.A vague memory.Rain had blasted inside the room, and he’d hurried to close the balcony doors.A quick run to grab them.He’d been eager to get back into bed with—

His head turned in the other direction.Ophelia slept beside him.Her dark hair fanned over the pillow.Her full lips were slightly parted.Her eyes closed.

Beautiful.

She was resting on her side, with one of her hands stretched toward him.

She’d stayed with him for the rest of the night.

And he…I didn’t go out for a lonely walk.Didn’t have to escape into the night.Why escape?He’d had what he needed right beside him.

“Sorry about the bird,” she murmured without opening her eyes.“Should have warned you about him.He does his wake-up call every morning around this time.”

Her voice was husky and sensual and it seeped into his pores.

“If Charles is singing, then it means I’ll have to get to work soon.”

“Charles?”

Her eyes opened.

Sonofabitch.I could drown in those eyes.

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