Page 113 of A Shard of Ice

“I’m a fae; I could have taken it. You should have died. I would have never forgiven myself. I need you in my life. I don’t know how I walked away from you. I shouldn’t have.”

“You came back.” I reach up and touch his face.

“Of course I did. I love you, Ky. More than you will know. I’m never letting you go. I’m never leaving you again. You’re stuck with me now.”

“Good, because you’re stuck with me, too.”

He gives me the most magnificent smile. My heart aches just seeing it.

“Are you sure you feel okay?”

“Better than okay. I feel great.”

He sighs. “I’m so glad to hear it.” Then he leans down and kisses me, his lips barely brushing mine before he pulls away.

“Are we at risk of being captured?”

“No, we’re far away from the Ice Court.”

“Good.” I sit up and kiss Damon; my kiss is hot and heavy right from the start. Before long, we are standing and pulling at each other’s clothes.

Damon stands with a growl. “I have to be inside you, love.”

“Yes,” I groan. There’s something about almost dying that makes a person want to feel alive.

He turns me around and pulls down my breeches. They snag on my boots, so he leaves them hanging around my legs.

We’re desperate. My love for this male has only grown since he left me yesterday. Since he risked his life to save me.

He puts his hand around my waist and his finger on my clit. He starts to rub on it softly, using a quick vibrating movement that has my back bowing and my eyes rolling back.

I groan. “Yes…oh!” I rock against his hand.

I’m groaning and panting. It must be the adrenaline caused by the ordeal, by almost dying. I don’t know how, but I’m already wet, and my belly feels tight.

He pulls back. I think it’s to unfasten his pants. I try to open my legs wider, but my breeches prevent it. I stick my ass in the air. I can’t wait for him to take me.

He doesn’t make me wait long. A second later, he lines up with my opening and thrusts inside in one hard movement that takes my breath. Damon grunts. He puts his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh in the best of ways.

I cry out, clutching at the rocky wall as he sinks deep.

Then he starts moving. Damon doesn’t go easy at all. I feel his urgency, his fear, and his love. I feel so much love.

I can’t open wide, and as a result, I can feel him more acutely.

I feel his every thrust, his every twitch. I can feel his cock pulsing, filling me deep within. Each movement sends jolts of pleasure through my body, building up into a crescendo that threatens to carry me away with it.

Damon’s breath is hot on my neck as he pounds into me, his heart thudding against my back. I can feel the tension in him, the need to release, to connect.

I feel the same way.

He grunts with every thrust, his hands clutching my hips. I’m crying out, the sound echoing along with the slap of our bodies joining together, as well as the wet sounds of my greedy body.

“Oh, love!” Damon growls. It sounds like he is barely holding on.

Then my channel is spasming around him. All I see is white light bursting behind my eyelids.

I shout his name into the dark tunnel. He says mine with reverence as I feel his hot seed spurting deep inside me.

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