Page 34 of Heart of Frost and Scars

The pain awakens me, setting me on fire. My legs shake. My back arches. Then his nose is there, buried between my legs, smelling me. Of course, he is, and I’m fucking here for it.

I whimper as he tongues me from behind, delving past swollen flesh, parting me, and sinking deep with languid circles. Each curling lick feels like worship. Every thrust of that strong tongue focuses on my pleasure.

His fingers join in, slowly massaging my clit as he feeds. I squirm and gasp, my inner thighs slick with my arousal.

Another gasp, drowned by a masculine groan against my pussy. Then he devours me with vicious indulgence as if desperate to swallow my climax.

I give it to him, crying out and flooding his tongue as I peak.

Warm, shimmering waves crash over me as he rises and spins me to face him.

Rough hands yank off my shirt. My bra hits the floor next.

Once I’m completely naked, his mouth crashes over mine, the taste of my pussy on his tongue. He kisses me the way he kissed me to orgasm. Intimately. Aggressively. Hungrily.

When we come up for air, the room spins. My lips throb, and my body drips with desire.

“Fuck.” I grip his hips for balance. “Goddamn, Kody.”

“Hold on.” He moves me to the wall between the counter and the doorway.

I slump against it, nude and buzzing with the remnants of my release. He takes one step back and reclines against the opposite wall.

At some point, he opened the zipper on his jeans, making room for the unnatural creation between his legs. A bead of precome clings to the tip.

With his shoulder blades braced against the wall, his boots planted wide, and his massive cock jutting from the open V of his jeans, he runs a hand through his rumpled hair, looking for all the world like a sculpted, immortal sex god.

Mine.

I’m going to fuck him until he can’t move.

He smirks, and Lord Jesus help me, it’s such a rare thing to see on those gorgeous, pouty lips. I could come again just from the sight of it.

I let my hand fall to my pussy, my fingers caressing the ache.

He wags his head. “Let me look at you. Spread your legs.”

I widen my stance, and my God, does he look. There isn’t an inch of me he doesn’t touch, caress, and violate with the phantom fingers of his gaze.

My blood sings. “I love you.”

“Know what happens when you say that to a caveman?”

I laugh.

He scowls.

As if our very lives rest upon that question, he closes the distance and shows me.

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Frankie

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Holy hell, Kody’s kiss is flammable. It’s incendiary. It’s the spark before the blaze that burns down the world.

I writhe in the flames as he drags his searing tongue along my throat, my collarbones, teasing the hollow dip between them before trailing to my breasts.

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