Page 85 of Born of Ice

She doesn’t protest or say anything at all when my hands reach them, hooking my fingers into the sides and sliding them down her legs. In hindsight, this was a terrible idea, but I’m a king of those so really there’s no one to blame but me when I have to shut my eyes hard, inhaling a shaky breath because there she is, only my eyes refuse to close and stay fixed on those silky folds as my mouth waters.

Her sweet, pink and completely bare pussy. Glistening and ready for the taking right in front of my fucking eyes. I slide her underwear all the way down until it pools at the floor.

The small one-bedroom cabin is bathed in tense silence, and I can’t be trusted to say anything right now. Not when my mind is still high from her trust in me. Not when my senses are overloaded with her. Not when the scent of her arousal is in my nose like the most alluring perfume of all. Not when I can’t resist to bring my hands back up her smooth legs until they are gripping her thighs as if holding on for dear life with her pussy mere inches away.

And I don’t have to break the silence. She does it for me and breaks my resolve along with it.

“Wh—” Electra stops, and I lift my gaze to meet her hooded one roaming my naked chest as she swallows hard. “What if my clothes can’t warm me up?” Electra asks breathlessly, that sexy tone shooting right through me and clouding my already lust-filled mind further.

I feel my breath grow labored, matching her rhythm as I glide my hands down her legs. Slowly, shaky and her skin breaks outin goosebumps and heat. She’s hot to touch. Or maybe that’s me. I no longer know where I end and she begins, our beings intertwined beyond repair.

“Yeah?” I rasp out. “Want me to get you under your blanket?” I ask and she shakes her head, sinking her teeth into her lower lip and I just about lose the remnants of my sane mind. “Turn up the heater?” Another shake.

The man can only take so much and she’s testing my patience to the fucking max and then some when I ask, “Then what?”

“You,” she says in a soft bedroom voice.

I heave out a long, shaky breath. “Goddamnit, Electra,” I mutter, wiping the back of my hand on my lips. And then I’m moving us both.

With one hand I wind it around her waist, her full bare tits pressing into my chest and plant the other on the bed as I slide her body up, crawling over her at the same time but keeping myself propped on my arm to stay away. As far away as I can manage at this point but never once taking my eyes off hers.

We are locked in on each other, feeling more with one look than hours of hot and heavy sex.

“Warm me up, Exton. Make mefeelwarm,” she pleads, veiling a lot more meaning behind those words and I bite down the curse that wants to fly free instead only uttering, “I’ll always give you what you want.”

I know she wants me—or thinks she does anyway. I can feel it but how much is she willing to give me? Is she as far gone as I am? Is this just an emotional overload for her? A release of pent-up feelings?

But I don’t want to know the answers to those questions right now, not when neither one of us is thinking straight. Don’t want nothing other than have my lips on hers. And so, I do just that.

I kiss her, swallowing the tiny moan she produces right as her lashes flutter closed and her arms wrap around my shouldersand neck. With one hard tug, she brings me down on top of her and I’m scared I’ll crush her to death and start to pull away, but she moans without pulling away from my lips. “Don’t you dare.” And digs her fingers into my skin.

I smile into our kiss and fall back onto her, loving the feel of her small body underneath mine. Loving how hard she’s holding onto me as if she’s afraid I’ll leave. Loving how soft and pliant her mouth is against mine. How welcoming and eager her tongue is. And how dizzying her soft little noises are.

I had a taste of it all in the bath but somehow this feels different. It feels like more and I’m burning from the inside out at the thought.

God, she’s like no other woman I’ve ever been with. She’s a hundred steps above them all.

It’s the feel of her razor-sharp nipples digging into me as she arches her back, pressing those mouthwatering tits harder against me. Her desire wakes me up and then quickly drowns me in another wave of my own.

Keep yourself under control, Exton.

But she’s begging to be pleased. Every fucking inch of her is begging to be filled by me and I’m so weak against it.

“Exton,” she moans, silently begging for more, completely lost in her feelings and that sight alone is enough for me to come but I will my dick to calm down.

She’s glorious when she feels. And I’m one lucky bastard to get to witness her rebirth.

I tear my mouth from her kiss-swollen lips only to press mine down her jaw, over her slender neck as I kiss and suck on her tender flesh.

Translating with my lips and touch how proud I am of her. How amazing she is. How strong and resilient while my hands start roaming down her body, kneading the flesh underneath my rough palms until I lower my head further, all the way tothose tits and grab both in my hands. Hard. So hard her skin turns whiter against my hold, and I wince, realizing I’m being too rough, so I loosen my hold, fighting the need to brand her as mine but Electra’s hands shoot up to mine and squeeze hard, silently urging me to tighten my hands around her breasts again. With a low groan I oblige.

“My dirty little star likes it rough,” I rasp against her collar bone, sinking my teeth into it.

It’s not a question, it’s more of a confirmation for myself to further lose my head over her. The prim and proper figure skater everyone knows is not the girl I have underneath me. And something tells me she’ll never be her again.

Because now she’s my girl.

With her tits cupped firmly in my hands, I wrap my lips around her nipple.

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