Page 84 of Born of Ice

Electra trails off mid word as she was recollecting the time when Stella came to pick her up and she could hear her through the hospital walls as she was handing Erik his ass, and I made sure to remember to get that woman flowers or better yet a good bottle of wine—yeah, that would be more her speed—for all she’s done for my Electra.

And me.

No, all I can do is sit here, hold her, kiss her, touch her while she’s resting and reassure myself that she’s here. She’s okay. She’s alive. Still not fighting, but she’s not as far gone as she was when I first got here.

Lightly, I brush away her wet bangs off her forehead, pressing a gentle kiss that startles her. “Let’s get you to bed, little star,” I say softly as she blinks away the sleep.

“Mmm, I fell asleep?” she asks with a croak to her voice, and when I give her a quick ‘yes,’ she blinks at me, looking puzzled with her pulled brows.

“What?” I ask her as I set her in a bath by herself and get out to lay a few towels on her chair, very conscious and ecstatic about her eyes on my ass but it’s not until I lift her up from the water and sit her back on those towels that she finally answers.

She clears her throat. “I can only do that with you.”

“What?” I repeat again, this time me being the puzzled one.

“Sleep. I can only do that with you.”

“What do you mean? You didn’t sleep before I got here?” I wrap her body with those towels and reach for my own before I lift her again in my arms like a little bundle and carry her to the bed.

“No. Not more than two, three hours at nights.” I stop in the middle of the hallway.

“Nightmares,” she answers my unvoiced question. “I had severe nightmares and dreaded them every night, but that first time you bulldozed your way into my bed…I slept.” I look at her while her eyes are cast downward.

“No. Not weird at all,” is all I say and resume walking. We can untangle all these revelations another day.

I set her down on her bed and set out to grab some clothes only to stop when I open the drawer that holds all of her delicate panties.

“Fuck.” I let out a soft groan, fixing my still throbbing cock who is not deterred or has forgotten how she felt against him mere minutes ago even in my wet and now very cold boxers.

I slide the back of my finger against the meticulously folded and organized pairs. Some are silky, some are lacy. A few pairs are simple, sporty style, and I should feel like a sick prick for basically salivating over her underwear drawer, but what I feel is turned on.

So fucking turned on as a vision of her pert ass in each of these pairs flashes in front of my eyes. A vision of me pressing my thumb to the wet spot on her pussy because she’d be drenched. I’d damn make sure she was drenched.

I bring my fingers to my nose and inhale. There is still a faint remnant of her on them, of her sweet, musky scent that’s now mingled with waterlilies, and I fight the urge to stick my finger in my mouth in search for a little bit of that taste.

I wasn’t sure how much she could feel when I touched her, but as soon as I did, I knew I’d force her to feel it if I had to. Force her to feel how fucking perfect we were together.

Damn it, my resolve crashed and burned tonight epically and now that I’ve felt her on my fingers, the desire to have her on my mouth and my cock is downright maddening.

Down boy. Fucking down. She just shared with you her most traumatic experience and all you can think about is thrusting so deep into her you could see your cock through her stomach.

Fuuuuck… I tip my head back, squeezing my eyes shut and think about hockey, cars, movies, monkeys, zebras, and any other nonsense to take my mind off her.

“I know it’s impossible not to get lost in my two-by-two closet but do you think you could find the way out right about now? I’m a second away from turning into an icicle,” Electra hollers from the room and a soft smile creeps onto my face.

There she is. There is my angry elf. There is that strong girl who can talk about her nightmares and still show her sass in full force.

And goddamnit, if it doesn’t make me want her even more.

I glance back at the drawer and smile a whole other emotion when I spot the pair I want. Quickly, I grab the rest of the stuff and walk out.

“Finally,” Electra grumbles but loses the snark right away when I start untangling her from the mess of towels I got around her. “What are you doing?” She sucks in a sharp breath when I drop it all the way down from her upper body, exposing her mouthwatering tits with those nipples the color of pink berries. I bet they taste just as sweet and I about died when I took of her bra earlier and saw how beautiful she was.

I lick my lips at the sight and fight the urge to touch them, lick them, suck them, pinch them, bite those buds so hard she’ll scream my name as her pussy clenches around my length.

Fuck, I have way too many ideas for her tits, but I restrain myself, dropping to the floor and kneel in front of her legs, hiding my not very subtle hard-on.

“Dressing you up, weren’t you the one on the verge of frost bite over here?” I cock an eyebrow innocently and start unwrapping the towel that’s around her legs and those wet panties.

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