Page 125 of Born of Ice

I wrap my hand around hers on my shirt. “Who the fuck cares, little star? Who cares what it was if it brought us together, but I’d like to call it fate,” I answer, my own voice thick with overwhelming emotion. “Bloody, twisted, fucking fate, little star. That’s what it was.” I cup her face, tipping our foreheads together and breathing her in.

“Fate. I like that.”

“You were mine. And I was yours long before our physical paths crossed.” I’m nodding my head. “Maybe I’m just as mad as you are but I’ll hang on to the thought that my mom sent you my way. God, Electra, I’d never even known about her if you didn’t make me go get that letter. Or open it before I could burn it. Don’t you see? It was all meant to be.” I search her eyes for the same confirmation she needed just minutes ago because suddenly I feel just as crazy.

Electra closes her eyes again, her thumb brushing against my cheek softly. “Do you hear that, Helena? We found each other. We did it, you can rest in peace now.”

We sound absolutely nuts right now, yet a lightness settles over me that all is as it should be, and I press my lips to hers, feeling those threads weave around in their final pattern, locking us in for life.

Electra must feel it too, because she settles into my touch and parts her lips, welcoming the kiss. Our tongues brush against each other and it’s the sweetest feeling.

It’s different from others before. This one is soft and gentle. It feels like a seal.

“I know,” she whispers into my mouth, her hands letting go off my shirt as they wind around my neck, pressing her body closer to mine as she shifts in my lap, dragging her cute butt over my crotch. The reaction is almost instant and I’m hard, needy, and desperate for her.

Desperate to feel her as if it’s the first time.

My hands find their way to her ass, slowly gliding over it as I give it the lightest of squeezes. Electra let’s out a breathless breath into my mouth at the touch and I kiss her deeper as one of my hands starts moving higher, trailing over her spine while the other is already on her neck, my thumb on the pulse point that is all over the place because of me. Fuck, that thought alone is my undoing.

She is so close to my body, I feel her pebbled nipples rub against my chest and I bring my hand over to them, dragging my fingers over the hard buds. First on one side and then the other. The move so slow and unhurried but not light.

Electra shudders in my arm, her hips shifting against me as she pleads. “Make love to me, Exton.” And I’m moving. Hoisting her in my arms as we get up from the couch, my lips never leaving hers because kissing Electra Monroe is everything. It’s my next breath, my sip of water, my life. My direction.

Slowly, I lay her down on the floor, next to the fire and settle over her while bracing myself on my elbows and Electra lets out a soft hum of approval as her hands trace over my shoulders, down my back until she reaches the hem of my shirt and pulls it up. I help her get it off and take hers along, leaving me bare-chested and her in one of her sexy, see-through lacy bras.

The moves are unhurried, soft. Not the crazy frenzy we are usually in and that alone unlocks something new in my heart.Soft and sweet was never about me. Neither was love or caring but with Electra it’s all different. It’s all meant to be.

Quinn men fall in love once and forever…the words from my father's letter come rushing back and I feel the truth in them. It was always her. Period. It will always be her.

“I’ll never be able to let you go.” I whisper into her jaw as I pepper it with kisses, settling lower until I’m laying open-mouthed kisses to the tops of her breasts and Electra arches her back into me.

I’ll never take that move for granted. I’ll never look at her move her hips, legs and think any less than a miracle it really is. A trophy won in the hardest battle of all.

One I’m still fighting myself, but now I’m not alone at it.

“Exton,” Electra moans my name as I kiss her hard nipple over the lace.

“Tell me what you need?” I wrap my hand over her ribcage that feels so damn small in my palm. So fragile as it expands and constricts with each labored breath.

“You. I’ll always ever need you, baby.” She cups my face and pulls me back up to her lips while her other hand is reaching for the waistband of my sweats, trying to push them off and I make it easier for her, needing them off as much as she does.

Her damn leggings follow right after, along with the lacy thong and the sexy bra.

We take off each piece of clothing from our bodies with patience neither of us is known for until we are laying on the carpet completely naked, my body covering hers and she pushes me to give her my whole weight.

I drop onto her, my hips settling in between her thighs as my cock drags though her soaked folds and my face in her neck as I inhale her scent. Electra sighs with contentment like this is what makes her world right and I feel just the same. Her fingers running over my back, up to my neck until she tugs on my hair,pulling my head up and without words I know what she needs next.

Slightly lifting my hips off her slick pussy, I push inside her as a wordless gasp leaves her mouth.

“Oh, baby,” I moan, the feeling of complete euphoria washing over me as I sink into her inch by agonizingly slow inch.

Suddenly, nothing is enough. I need to be closer to her. Need to touch her more. Kiss her more. Feel her every-fucking-where.

My hand reached for her tits, grabbing a hold of one as I roll that sweet nipple.

“I’ll never let you go, Electra. I can’t. I need you. Please, don’t ever try to leave me. I’m begging you, little star. Don’t”—thrust. Kiss—“ever”—thrust. Kiss—“leave”—thrust. Kiss—“me.”

“Never. Never,” she wheezes, and I continue thrusting, the pace slow but hard and so deep I want her to feel it in her soul.

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