Page 82 of Born of Ice

But it’s not the force that makes it savage or how hard he’s kissing me, because there’s none of that.

It’s savage in the emotions that come rolling off his lips.

This kiss is nothing like the small, quick pecks he gave me before. When those seemed almost accidental or forced, this one is nothing short of desperate, passionate, teasingly hot and full of promises. Of trust.

His soft tongue parts my lips easily, without any fight and he slides it against mine, fighting me for control that I give up all too soon and all too willingly. He’s kissing the life out of me.

Or…kissing the lifeintome. The hand that was on my breast comes up to my face, holding it reverently. But the other hand that is on my pussy stays there, cupping me harder as his thumb brushes against that swollen bud and I yelp into his mouth.

Oh my god! Did I just really feel that? Exton pulls away abruptly. “What? Did I hurt you?” His voice is breathless, panting as he searches my eyes, and I feel his hand slipping away from my pussy, but I don’t let him.

With my left hand I reach under water, grasping his arm and pushing it back down to my needy core as my other hand reaches for his face, cupping it. “No, you didn’t hurt me,” I croak and before he has a chance to reply, I seal my lips back to his, kissing him back and with just as much desire as he did a second ago.

I want to scream that he made me feel alive. So, so alive. But I can’t. I won’t let those words slip.

A growl rumbles through his chest that shakes my whole body, and he tightens his hold on me just as his hand down below reaches my pussy again but not to tease me.

No, I feel,feel,his finger slip inside me. Deep and hard.

“Oh, God,” I moan into his mouth as mine slightly pulls away from his and a thin string of saliva still connects us to each other.

Exton is back on me too fast, fusing us together once again as his thick finger spears me, thrusting into me a few times before he adds another one. I want to scream that it’s too much but it’s not. It’s perfect and I want more.

“Fuck,” he groans. His free arm draping over my aching tits, rubbing both nipples simultaneously with his forearm. “Why? Why do you have to feel so good? Haven’t you already messed with my head enough?” His whole body shakes, as if he’s fighting himself all while knowing it’s a lost cause. “You are so fucking tight, little star. So, so tight and eager for my fingers, I’m gonna come just from fingering your little pussy.”

I whimper like the needy mess he made me, unable to make my hips move, to grind into his touch. To get more. To feel more and the tears of desperation and sadness spill of their own accord, sliding down my cheeks and mingling into our kiss. God, how I want tofeelmore…

I know he knows I’m crying. He can taste the salt on my skin, but he doesn’t let up. Doesn’t stop to ask the questions he already knows the answers to. No, Exton only amps up his pace, curling his fingers inside me as they bump into that hidden spot I had no idea about.

“Oh my God,” I mumble into our kiss and that tells him all he needed to know. He found what he was looking for and I didn’t know I could feel that. Didn’t imagine it be possible—even before my injury—but I do. It takes just two more thrusts before I feel tingles take root in the bottom of my stomach, my skin hot from more than just this water, my mind in delirium as my heart hammers inside my chest because…holy…it’s an orgasm and it blasts through my body.

An overwhelmingly long and powerful wave. One I haven’t felt before. I’ve never come so hard in my life before, where my vision goes black and my head is swimming.

“I feel that,” he groans, his fingers not letting up. “Oh, I feel that. Do you? Do you feel how hard your pussy is squeezing my fingers, Electra?” His hand on my pussy holds me so tight, he uses it to grind my ass into his hard cock, jerking himself off with me and I lose it at that thought.

My eyes rolling back, my mouth making incoherent noises, my hand on his face tightens as if I’m holding onto him for dear life.

God, why is that so hot? It shouldn’t be so hot to be used, right? But I want to give him whatever he wants for all he’s done for me. His other hand pinches my nipple and that coupled with the knowledge that I bring him pleasure, makes my climax climb to a new height.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant over and over, touching, grasping his hand on my pussy, digging my nails and holding tight to his face, demanding his lips to be back on mine as I ride out this wave of euphoria I’ve never felt and Exton gives me exactly what I want, still pumping his fingers into me as I come down from the high and his tongue caressing mine. Now slower but no less sensual. “I don’t understand. This can’t be happening…how…impossible…I’ve never…” I slump against his chest, still talking nonsense, but I’ll blame it all on the orgasm that just blasted through me.

But he understands, he always understands, and I feel his smile against my back but it’s one of his genuine ones. The ones so rare it’s an honor to see them.

“Nothing is impossible when it comes to you.” He kisses my back as he gently pulls out his fingers from my sore pussy and just lightly brushes them against my still sensitive folds. Exton is holding and touching me like I’m a fragile glass flower, as if he’s terrified he was too rough and that flower might break all of a sudden.

“I won’t,” I murmur, closing my eyes as my breathing calms down.

“You won’t what?”

“I won’t break, Exton. Not when you’re the one holding me.”

I hear his ragged breathing hitch and a second later, his warm, sweat-covered forehead leans against my equally drenched hair.

It’s hot in here from the water temperature but that’s not what caused our state. Eventually, Exton pulls away wordlessly, takes out the water stopper, and I want to scream for him to stop, to let me feel for a bit longer but before I get the chance, he puts it back in. Only emptying a bit of the water and turns on the faucet to let in new, hotter one in and I nearly sigh with relief.

Exton leans back and takes me with him to rest against his chest again, but I don’t miss the hardness still digging into my lower back. He didn’t get off.

“Don’t worry about it,” he answers as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, but that’s no longer a surprise to me.

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