Page 187 of A Lord of Snow and Greed

He took my lips once more as his other hand roamed from face to breasts to hips. Everywhere he went, he left a trail of fire.

“Vale, this is so unfair,” I purred, trying to get him to see sense. To see how much I wanted him too. “Let me touch you.”

“Not now,” he ground out, the sound pleasing because I could tell how hot and bothered he was.

“I want to taste you,” I tried again, my voice deepening to a sultry tone that I knew turned him on.

He stiffened, released my hands, and leaned back. His breathing was deep, his long hair wild from where I’d run my hands in it. I’d never seen a more beautiful male.

I was about to leap at him, to kiss him, when Vale took me by the hips, pressing me hard into the tree for a moment before one hand slid to my belt.

“I told you, I’m in control. Stop trying to tempt me.” He licked his lips, eyes dipping from where they locked with mine, to my buckle. “You stand here, little beast.”

My mouth fell open as he undid my pants and pulled them and my undergarments to the ground. With his feet, he pushed mine out, exposing the most intimate part of me so much that cold air caressed skin that usually remained covered. Then the warrior prince fell to his knees and grinned as he peered at my sex.

“Blazing moon, that looks delicious.”

Heat flooded me, but I barely had time to truly feel the embarrassment before Vale licked his lips. Dark eyes flashed up, stealing the very breath from my lungs.

“Lean back, Neve.Enjoy.” For privacy, he spread his black wings as he pulled aside the edges of my cloak. “I’m about to.”

He leaned closer, spreading my lips and kissing my nub. Lightning shot through me. I was already so wet, swollen, which Vale likely felt because he didn’t stop the kisses but looked up at me through thick, black lashes. He winked.

Unable to believe what was happening, I looked to the sky and thanked the stars, the Fates, and the dead gods for this moment. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve it, but whatever it was, I would try to repeat that good deed for the rest of my life.

Vale’s tongue parted my slit, and he began licking me up and down. I reached for him, for any way to touchhim, found his hair, and ran my hand along the shaved under portion before wrapping my fingers through the longer tresses. A rumble came from his lips, and I tugged, needing a deeper connection.

He gave it to me by slipping his fingers inside my pussy. I gasped, my breaths becoming thinner, my chest tighter and my breasts heavier as he worked me up and down, his tongue playing with my engorged nub.

Where in the world did he learn to do this so well? Never mind, I didn’t want to know. I only wanted to be the one to receive this attention. The only one. The last one, though I did not dare say such a thing.

The prince looked up and stopped sucking, but his fingers still plunged in and out, slowly caressing the insides of my tightening channel. My juices gleamed on his lips.

“Neve,” he growled. “Let go. And when you do, I want you to say my name. Scream it.”

“But I—oh, bleeding skies!”

His mouth was back on my clit, his fingers deeper inside me than ever, and my insides quivered. I was close.

“I’m nearly there,” I hissed, the back of my head pressing into the rough tree bark. “Vale.”

“I need the kingdom to hear you.” He began kissing and sucking my clit again.

I looked down at him as his eyes flashed up to meet mine, and in them I saw more than lust. I saw an unspoken promise. I already thought of him as mine, wanted more time with him, more than perhaps I even thought wise. And with that look, I was sure he wanted all the things I did too.

The certainty, the unspoken promise, sent me over the edge. My fingers tightened in his black hair, and I cried out.

“Vale!” Stars filled my vision and pleasure overtook me as Vale continued to suck, to lick, to caress.

Suddenly, we were in a whirlwind. Beautiful, glittering snow spun all around us, all the way to the top of the tree. A moan ripped out of my lips as my body went boneless.

My climax dimmed, with many smaller waves following, and Vale was there to drink up each one. When it was over, I leaned into the tree, panting.

“Vale . . . that was amazing.”

He rose and kissed me with the same hunger as when he’d kissed my sex. When we parted, he pulled me close, and I buried my face into the furs of his cloak.

“You’re amazing Neve. Losing my title is nothing to getting to have you.”

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