Page 15 of Trapped with the Ice Queen

The kiss deepened, Alex’s control unwavering. She pressed closer, her hands guiding Vivienne with a confidence that made Vivienne’s head spin.

Vivienne didn’t fight it; she couldn’t. Her body responded instinctively, yielding to Alex’s touch, her own hands reaching up to grasp at the fabric of Alex’s shirt. It was as though the tension that had built between them had finally snapped, and now it flooded out in a torrent of heat and desperation.

The blanket slipped from her shoulders, forgotten as Alex pushed her back against the pillows. Vivienne gasped, her senses overwhelmed by the press of Alex’s body, the scent of woodsmoke and something distinctly Alex filling her lungs.

Her usual walls, the defenses she wore like armor, crumbled under Alex’s touch. There was no room for pretense, no room for anything but this—this raw,unfiltered connection that left her vulnerable and exhilarated all at once.

Alex’s movements were deliberate, each touch calculated to draw a response from Vivienne. Her lips traced a path down Vivienne’s neck, her hands mapping out every curve, every shiver.

Vivienne’s head tilted back, her breath escaping in shallow gasps. Her body felt like it was burning, desire pooling low and insistent, her mind too fogged with sensation to process anything beyond the press of Alex’s mouth and the weight of her hands.

For once, she didn’t try to control it. She let herself go, surrendering to the pull of Alex’s dominance, to the way Alex seemed to know exactly how to unravel her.

And yet, amidst the chaos of sensation, there was something grounding in Alex’s touch—a steadiness that kept Vivienne from spinning completely out of control.

The fire crackled in the background, its warmth a pale imitation of the heat between them. The world beyond the cabin felt impossibly far away, as though it no longer existed.

In this moment, there was only Alex.

Vivienne looked up at Alex and saw a smirk playing at the edges of her lips and a shadow dancing in her eyes.

Alex's fingers traced a deliberate path along Vivienne's collarbone, a touch that was both gentle and possessive. The firelight caught the angles of her face, shadowing her expression into something almost lustful. Her other hand gripped Vivienne's arm, holding her in place with quiet authority.

"I've seen the way you look at me," Alex murmured, her voice low and rough. "When you think I'm not watching." Her fingertips ghosted down Vivienne's arm, raising goosebumps in their wake. "The way you try to hide it behind those sharp comments and that perfect facade."

Vivienne's breath caught in her throat. She wanted to protest, to maintain some semblance of control, but Alex's proximity made it impossible to think clearly. The heat of her body, the steady pressure of her hands, the way she seemed to fill every inch of space around them—it was overwhelming.

"I don't—" Vivienne started, but Alex's grip tightened slightly, cuttingoff her words.

"Don't lie," Alex said softly, dangerously. "Not now." Her free hand slid up to cup Vivienne's jaw, thumb brushing across her lower lip. "You've spent so long pretending, haven't you? Always in control. Always perfect." She leaned closer, her breath warm against Vivienne's ear. "But that's not what you want right now, is it?"

The question hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Vivienne's heart hammered against her ribs, her body trembling with need and uncertainty. Alex was right—she was always right, damn her—and the realization made Vivienne's chest tight with something between fear and anticipation.

Alex pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, eyes dark with intent. "Tell me what you want, Vivienne."

It was a command, not a request. The way Alex said her name—like she owned it, owned her—sent a shiver down Vivienne's spine. She parted her lips, but no words came out. How could she possibly voice the chaos of desire and need that thundered through her body?

Alex's smirk deepened, understandingflickering in her eyes. "Or maybe," she said, her voice dropping lower, "you need me to show you instead."

With that, Alex crashed her lips against hers, running her hand up her neck to grab fistfuls of hair, tipping her head back slightly. Alex moved her focus to her exposed neck, leaving searing kisses on her skin.

Vivienne gasped at the touch, something she wasn’t used to. She felt wetness between her legs, hotter and more insistent, and her breath came in ragged in gasps. She wanted more; she wanted Alex.

Alex ran her hand along Vivienne’s side, tracing her curves, and playing with the bottom edge of her silk nightgown. Vivienne’s breath hitched when Alex lifted it slightly, just enough to playfully tease her upper thigh, and she felt her skin warm.

Vivienne moved again to lift Alex’s shirt, wanting to touch her, but Alex’s eyes glinted as she pushed Vivienne down again and held her arm in place against the mattress. Alex stayed silent, but Vivienne didn’t need words to know what she meant. Instead, she put her head against the pillow and closed her eyes, focusing on the pointsof contact between Alex’s fingertips and her skin.

“Tell me now, what you want, Vivienne,” Alex growled. “Tell me or I will stop now.”

Vivienne swallowed and kept her eyes closed. The threat of Alex not continuing was enough to prompt hesitant words from her.

“I.. uh…” and Vivienne Blackwood certainly wasn’t used to sounding hesitant.

“Tell me, Vivienne,” Alex’s weight pinned her arm harder and Vivienne felt more turned on than she thought she ever had. Usually she was the dominant one. In fact, always she was the dominant one. This wasn’t how sex usually went for her.

“I need you to fuck me.” The words tumbled out of Vivienne’s mouth all of a sudden, her desire that she had had from almost their first meeting was spoken aloud for the first time.

She knew for a fact she had never begged someone to fuck her before.

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