Page 213 of Icy Cold Death

Bishop! I’m sorry!

Oh, but she wasn’t.

Lucian was rough, but never let it be said he didn’t know exactly how to touch his woman. Already, she was wet and desperately fighting the pleasure now too.

She felt him struggling.

His wife, bless her, just held on because he was feasting on her, and Bishop knew that she would feel it tomorrow.

But what a way to reminisce.

Somehow, he had her trapped in the sheets, her arms wrapped above her as she was pinned down. Bishop wasn’t sure how it happened, but she was restrained.

And his.

It was as if the soft, luxurious cotton sheets had a mind of their own, binding her to the bed.

His mouth was feasting, biting her nipples and making her buck with need.

When he feasted there, she moaned.

“Lucian!”

He roared in her head, and continued to lap at her nipples, tasting the food for his child.

I can’t stop! God. Run! Please, Bishop. Knock me out and run! I’m going to take you and it’ll be rough. I can’t do this to you!

She enjoyed the way his mouth moved over her body as his big hands kept her hips pinned. She fought, and it called to him even more.

She was his prisoner.

Lucian moved down her body, and the trail of bites drove him even wilder. Seeing marks on her made him insane.

Take her.

Take her.

Take her.

It reverberated through his mind as all he could think about was burning off the energy so that he didn’t die. If this was the static’s Lucian, he was pretty sure he had no business being on this side.

He had very little impulse control.

You will learn to control it, and use sex to build the energy to get deeper into the static. I promise.

As his big hands left punishing marks on her thighs, Bishop was thinking about only one thing.

Cumming.

“Lucian. God! I need you!” she hissed, as he drove her wild with pleasure.

She couldn’t escape, and that made this all the more erotic. She was his prisoner.

There was a roar of desperation and so much need that their bodies vibrated with it.

When she turned her head, the mirror across from the bed frosted over.

‘Do you want me to get Tori?’

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