Page 20 of Trapped with the Ice Queen

“Does this feel good?” Alex said, her voice still muffled.

Vivienne whimpered with pleasure in response.

“I asked you does this feel good?” Alex repeated, gripping Vivienne’s body harder as she leaned forward to stretch Vivienne’s legs that were still hooked over her shoulders.

“Yes,” Vivienne managed to pant out, but just barely.

“That’s what I thought,” Alexsaid as she lapped Vivienne’s clit with the tip of her tongue and then sucked it, targeting all her attention to Vivienne’s swollen clitoris.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Vivienne moaned, and Alex reached out to grab a pillow on the other couch cushion and put it over Vivienne’s mouth.

“I didn’t tell you you can come yet,” Alex said, still pressing the pillow against her to muffle her moans. Alex wasn’t worried about anyone hearing—she had no neighbors, after all—but she wanted to draw out Vivienne’s pleasure as long as possible while staying in control.

“Alex, please…” Vivienne moaned from under the pillow.

Alex rewarded her with a playful nip on her thigh before going back to draw circles around her clit, her fingers sinking deeper inside Vivienne as they continued to fuck her.

Hot wetness dripped down Alex’s fingers down to her wrist, and she removed her fingers from Vivienne to lap the liquid, spurring her on even more. She could barely contain her own excitement, and her own clit pulsed with excitement and desire.

She wet a finger from her left hand and then lowered it to Vivienne’s anus. As she pushed it deeply and slowly inside Vivienne’s ass, she continued to fuck her pussy with her right hand and she sucked on her clit again, finally dropping the pillow to grab her breast again. She felt Vivienne’s whole body begin to shake as her finger pushed into her ass.

“Come for me,” she growled against Vivienne’s wet heat. “Now.”

Alex knew she didn’t have to tell her twice; she was already teetering on the edge, desperate to fall over. Alex could feel the orgasmic wave crash over Vivienne as her legs shook with pleasure, still draped over Alex’s shoulders, now sliding down.

Alex’s own body responded to Vivienne’s pleasure, and she felt her own orgasm send her over the edge as she pressed her tongue against Vivienne’s clit even harder, trying to soak up as much of her scent and taste as she could.

When the moment ended, the room seemed quieter. The fire crackled softly, its glow casting warm light over them. Vivienne’s legs fell off Alex’sshoulders as she moved to sit up, breathless and quiet. Alex could sense that Vivienne was avoiding eye contact at all costs as she silently retrieved her still damp panties from the floor.

Alex, still on her knees on the cold wooden floor, stared at the ceiling, her thoughts a whirlwind. She’d crossed a line—again. But as her gaze drifted to Vivienne, watching as she gracefully cleaned herself up wordlessly, Alex couldn’t summon the regret she thought she’d feel.

Instead, all she felt was the faint hum of something that felt far more dangerous than the unrelenting blizzard outside.

7

VIVIENNE

Morning crept into the cabin, casting pale light across its modest interior. Ice framed the windows in intricate patterns, and the muted glow filtered through the panes, turning the disorganized space into a patchwork of shadows and light. The faint hum of the woodstove filled the quiet, its warmth battling the persistent chill that had seeped into every corner of the cabin.

Vivienne sat cross-legged on the sofa, wrapped in one of Alex’s oversized wool blankets. Her gaze followed Alex’s movements as she crouched near the sink, tools strewn around her in an unceremonioussprawl. A flashlight lay propped against the counter, illuminating the tangle of pipes beneath it. Steam curled upward from a pot of water Alex had set on the stove, a testament to the creative measures she’d taken to keep the pipes from freezing entirely.

Vivienne’s fingers tightened around the blanket. She had never seen someone work with such calm precision. Alex’s brow furrowed as she tightened a fitting, her movements deliberate and sure. Every twist of her wrist, every glance at the tools, seemed to have purpose. It was...impressive. Vivienne hated to admit it, but she was beginning to see Alex in a new light.

The same hands that had been rough and demanding last night now moved with a surprising gentleness, coaxing stubborn pipes into cooperation. Vivienne shifted in her seat, unsettled by the thought. She wasn’t supposed to be noticing things like this. Alex was supposed to be just an irritant, a fleeting distraction until this nightmare of a snowstorm passed.

And yet, here she was, mesmerized by the curve of Alex’s shoulders as she worked, by the way her breath fogged the cold air.

“You’re staring,” Alex muttered, not looking up.

Vivienne started, heat rushing to her cheeks. “I—no, I’m not,” she retorted, a little too quickly.

Alex snorted, her lips quirking in a brief, lopsided smirk. “Sure, princess.”

The nickname was still infuriating, but it lacked the usual edge. It sounded almost…endearing, like a playful teasing.

Vivienne pressed her lips together, determined not to rise to the bait. Instead, she forced herself to look around the room. The state of the cabin—the scattered tools, the faint smell of damp wood, the barely contained chaos—grated against her sensibilities. Yet, there was something strangely comforting about it. It felt lived-in, a far cry from the sterile, meticulously curated spaces she was used to.

Her gaze drifted back to Alex. “You’re good at this,” she said, the compliment feeling awkward in her mouth.

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