Page 202 of Heart of Frost and Scars

“Couldn’t go slow if I tried.” He sinks a hand between our bodies, quickly finding the crotch of my thong. “This fucking dress. I want to kill every man who sees you in it.”

“Except your brothers.”

He makes a sound in his throat. “Fifty-six days.”

“What?”

“That’s how long it’s been since I’ve been inside you.”

“We endured longer in the hills.”

“We were dying. Physically dying from starvation. This is a different kind of death.” He shoves the hem of my dress past my hips and releases the fly on his jeans. “I said I could wait, but…goddammit!”

As he frees his cock, I hang onto his shoulders, staring into those dark, pouty eyes, waiting for his command.

“Give me your mouth.”

There it is.

I part my lips for him, and holy fucking shit, he invades. The instant our mouths touch, he goes mindless, the vicious thrust of his tongue showing me how quick and dirty the sex will be.

Lifting my hips over him, he pushes the thong aside and slots his monstrous erection at my entrance.

“Not even going to take my panties off?”

“Nope.” Exhaling against my mouth, he pushes in.

Inch by inch, he works himself inside where we both need him to be.

Then he moves.

No grace. No technique. All feral power and unbearable tightness as he wall-bangs me through the door with his twelve-inch dick. Pretty sure I’ll need stitches after this. But there’s no stopping.

Gazes entwined, fusing deeper and deeper with each thrust, never letting go, we couldn’t slow down to save our lives.

His mouth is a conqueror, plundering, devouring, taking over. He fucks me with the same brutality. The door creaks on its hinges, alerting the guard in the hall exactly what we’re doing.

He has a whole party out there in his honor. So many people here to meet him. And he’s with me. Eyes on me. Thoughts on me. Cock inside me.

He cares about nothing else.

His body tenses, coiling, and I know he’s close.

“You need to come.” He fucks into me like a man possessed. “Come, right now, woman.”

He snarls and demands, and that’s what sets me off.

Blinding, blasting, every color shimmers through my vision. Every nerve, every pore, every cell melts into the electrifying connection we share.

He continues to fuck me, claiming my pussy. Right now, it’s his. He’s the one impaling it, stretching it, ruining it, and filling it with come.

“Frankie!” He roars, staring into my eyes and spilling inside me. “Fuck. Fuck. So fucking good.”

The kiss that follows is soft, nothing like the hard, demanding fuck against the door. But it was more than just a quickie. Words can’t explain the depth of our bond. But his mouth can. His teeth, tongue, and cock can.

He licks my bottom lip and pulls back just enough to say, “I missed you.”

“Missed you, too. Congratulations on Strakh Vodka.” I palm his firm, bare ass then give it a hard slap. “Let’s get you back. Your guests await.”

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