Page 98 of Born of Ice

“I’m sure you could.” He smiles. “Never doubted it. But I will always prefer to carry you in my arms.” Exton kisses me again, already on the move. “Plus, we need to get inside that house in the next two seconds or I’ll fuck you right on this damn ice. Oh, and one more thing.” He directs his cocky smirk my way. “I told you so.”

I laugh, tucking my head into the crook of his neck as my legs grip around his waist with whatever strength I have. Of course, he remembered to pointed that out to me.

The last thing I catch before my caveman rips me apart is my lonely, bedazzled wheelchair. Standing on that ice, bidding me farewell.

The doors slam shut and the next thing I know I’m on the hard floor. The damn lunatic couldn’t even make it to the bed, and I must be just as mad because my hands are ripping at his clothes with the same urgency. The wet, cold material refusing to make our life easier when we are in a rush over here.

You’d think we take it nice and slow seeing how close we came to death out there just now and with my spine just now coming back to life, but I can’t. I can’t take it slow when I could’ve lost him. I can’t take it slow when I don’t know what tomorrow mightbring and how much time I have with him. I can’t take it slow when I need him more than my next breath.

He pushes my coat off as I manage to get his damaged jacket off easily, and pull the black sweater he has on up, over his head. His T-shirt underneath comes with it, and he helps me get that off, nearly ripping through the fabric, but I’m not paying attention to that because now his upper body is on a naked display for my hungry eyes, and I eat it all up.

The perfectly cut, sculpted abs as if the man was carved out of stone. The porn arms covered in popping veins and tattoos as he works that shirt over his head. The sinful V running into the waist of his sweats.

It’s not the first time I have seen him naked. Not the first time I ogled his body, but it’s the first time I do so shamelessly, noting every little thing and screaming on the inside that it’s all mine.

I allow myself to take it all in without an ounce of hesitation, throwing away the inhibitions of last night—or hell, my whole life—away in a swift move. There is no more denying him. No more telling myself he’s just an asshole crashing into my life or just my friend becausejust friendsdon’t look at each other like this.

They don’t think about how deep their cock will go into you. How they will own you. They don’t think how their cum would taste going down your throat. They don’t dream of drowning in you and never coming up for air.

They don’t see the thin silver thread, weaving around them with each breath, tying their already connected souls into one, whole, unbreakable lifeline.

Because that’s all I see now. As clear as a day.

Finally, he is free of the shirt and without hesitation slips his hands into my leggings.

“Fucking leggings,” Exton grumbles as he tugs on the material. “I knew I hated them.”

I chuckle and move my hands down to help him get them off faster while I slip my toes into the waistband of his sweatpants at the same time, pushing down on them and marveling at the movement.

I can move. I can move. I can move.

I skim his soft skin, tracing that sexy V as tears of pure happiness fill my eyes. I can feel him. I can touch him. I can do anything…

Exton catches my foot, looking at my toes with the same joy as I am. As if it brings him as much happiness as it does me and brings it to his lips. My mouth is propped open in a silent “O” as he kisses each and every toe on one foot, lightly biting them and then he moves to the other, giving it his full attention while I’m dying from overwhelming emotions.

There are so many of them. I haven’t felt this—haven’t allowed myself to feel like this—for almost three months.

Or maybe ever.

Because I really have nothing to compare it to. This is living. This. Right here. With him.

Exton moves up my leg, peppering kisses everywhere as if he’s professing his love to them and setting off wild tingles over my body and when he reaches the lace covering my pussy he inhales deeply right before his lips close around my covered clit and he sucks it in through the fabric. Hard.

God, this is so much more intense than what I felt last night. So. Much. More.

My body flies off the floor, arching with a long moan as my hands find his hair, twining in it and pulling on the soft curls. “Axe…”

“Mmm, every inch of you is sweet but this here?” He licks me over the lace with his whole tongue. “Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”

“It better be the last sweetest pussy you ever have,” I pant out, taking my own self by surprise at the admission. How easily it slipped out and the fact that I nearly growled that sentence out. However, Exton seems to love it, because his mouth tips into a victorious smile while I feel his hard cock grind against my leg.

I feel it!

“Laying a claim on me already, little star?” He sinks his teeth into my aroused flesh, and I groan. Loudly. Desperately.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes. You’re mine!” I scream.

“Fucking finally.” Exton throws his head back.

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