Page 41 of Maid for Her Snow Beast

“You’d say that regardless.” Heat rushes across my cheeks. “I don’t know what to say.” Even if I had words, they would come out a blubbery mess, anyway.

Having a mate create a flower that is inspired by you certainly takes all the cakes in the world.

Torben takes a box from his inner jacket pocket. “Say you’ll stay with me.”

He opens it to reveal a bracelet. Intricate filigree designs weaves a mix of metals together to create the look of a rose vine around my wrist. It looks fragile, and I say as much to Torben. “I don’t want to break it.”

“It’s stronger than it looks. May I?”

I nod, afraid to blink. Afraid it’ll all go away.

Once on, the bracelet takes on a life of its own. It shifts and moves, conforming to the size of my wrist. Initially, I thought it might interfere with my range of motion. However, it’s nearly as weightless as the hair tie I wear around my wrist.

The metal warms against my skin and when Torben pulls out a thicker cuff with matching designs on his wrist, I immediately feel the heat pulsing over my entire body.

With it, I can feel the thread of connection between Torben and me.

It’s a little unsettling being so aware of everything.

“I can feel you leave. I can feel your presence near me,” he says. “This way, you can feel the same.”

I quirk my eyebrow at him. “A level playing field? I can track you now, in case you get lost?”

He beams at me. We both know he can never get lost. He moves closer. “They also have another benefit. Do you trust me?”

How can he ask that question? “I think it is safe to say that I do.”

He lifts me up and places my hands against the tabletop. A second later, a whomp sounds, and my wrist is clamped down to the table.

He presses his lips against the shell of my ear. “What have we here? Are we stuck to the table?”

I don’t bother to tug. I’m more secure than any vise. “You know I am.”

He turns me around in a deft dance move that has me laid out on my stomach before him. He clasps my wrists together, and the bracelet expands to cuff me in place.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Beautiful and practical with multiple uses. The bracelet is perfect for me.”

He kisses the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I shiver for him. “Just wait.”

He nudges my feet wider apart. Skimming my body with his large hands. “Let’s see how many orgasms you can take before you tell me to stop.”

His fingers lightly brushed between my legs, tingling sensations up and down my leg. I think I’m going to fail. I’m already close to the edge.

He lifts my long skirt. He shifts his clothes off before sinking himself into my welcoming heat. “Remember. There’s no such thing as failure in experimentation.”

This is the type of scientific experimentation I can get behind.

It doesn’t take long for my body to warm up to his easy thrusts. Eager for him to thrust harder. Deeper.

And he does. Over and over again he pistons into me with a teeth-jarring frenzy. I’m climbing higher and higher, gasping with every stroke. I feel him, every inch of him, but what’s more is that I feel what he feels as he enters me.

Every time my body hugs him tight, sucking him in, unleashes the tether of his control. A desperate, keening agony of want that is both pain and pleasure drives him to pump into me faster. He can’t stop. Won’t stop. Not until he’s filled me to the brim.

He needs to saturate me with his scent. Every pore needs to be filled with him and only him. I want it, need it just as much.

“Please.” I barely recognize my voice.

He responds with a growl. Reaching between my legs, he slides his rough fingers through the hot mess he’s making of me. I pulse around him, needing more, needing him faster, but unable to move my hips with the grip he has on me.

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