Page 35 of Heart of Frost and Scars

They’re small. Smaller than they were a year ago. But when he draws one into his mouth and sucks, I’ve never felt so feminine, so desirable.

He nips and licks, palming one breast as he flicks his tongue possessively over the other.

Restless and wanton, I grasp the back of his head, fisting his soft hair and holding him to me.

Clamping his mouth over my hardened tip, he sucks so greedily his teeth nearly break my skin.

“I need you.” My mind spirals, focused on one thing. “Inside me now.”

“I know what you need.” He returns to my mouth, lapping into my gasps and swallowing my breaths.

His hands continue their assault, kneading my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I moan into his kiss, dueling my tongue with his as he thumbs my sensitive buds, sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve ending.

My fingers claw at the front of his jeans, fumbling to free him, to hold all that hard, heavy virility in my hands.

He brushes my arm away and shoves a powerful thigh between my legs, lifting it until I’m riding pure muscle.

“Oh, fuck.” My breath snags, and a rush of wetness soaks his leg.

With his hands on my waist, he guides my body into a feverish dance, undulating my hips, rocking my pussy against his thigh, pulverizing me.

I burst into a thousand tingling embers. The release hits so hard it feels like my bones are disintegrating, and I’m floating like ash in the wind.

His arms, so strong and vascular, hold me upright until I catch my breath.

“Can you stand?” He peppers kisses on my bruised lips.

“I might’ve blacked out there, but yeah.” I strengthen my legs and prop myself against the wall. “Carry on.”

He chuckles and makes an unhurried descent down my body, leaving a fresh trail of desire in his wake. Closing my eyes, I bask in every tantalizing nip and devoted touch.

When he’s tasted and caressed every inch, he kneels before me, positioning one of my legs in between his. He hoists my other over his shoulder, pressing my foot against the wall behind him.

The stance leaves me balancing on one leg, with the other bent at the knee and anchored against the opposite wall above his head.

Okay, I’m not as fit as I used to be. But I got this.

I flatten my hands and spine against the wall for support. The position opens me to him, exposing every wrinkle and fold of my pussy, putting it all out there, level with his face.

And what does the animal do?

He licks his lips.

A sure sign he intends to torment the hell out of me.

My head falls back at the first touch of his breath on my thigh. Then the torture begins.

He wraps himself around my leg, his hands roaming, mouth teasing, fingers swirling over throbbing flesh. The way he plays with my body spreads lava through my bloodstream.

Just when I think he’s ready to get his dick wet, his palm slams down on my cunt with a sadistic smack.

A strangled cry escapes my lips. “What was that for?”

“You fell in love with a caveman.” He slaps my pussy again. “What did you expect?”

“I expected sex.” I wing up a brow. “In this century.”

“If you want a quick fuck over a desk, you should’ve stayed with the other guy.” A trace of jealousy rumbles through his voice.

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