Page 58 of Gifted to the Frost King

“More,” she demands. “Harder.”

Holding her head in my hands, I grin at her.

“Whatever you want.”

I unleash myself on her mouth. Thrusting my hips in quick succession, she meets each one with her tongue. It would seem that she’s a fast learner in all things. Her hand drifts lower to cup and massage me while she never loses her rhythm. Teeth gently scrape my length, and my blood turns to fire. If I’m not careful, I'll spend down her throat and not in her perfect pussy.

Soon, I’ll feed her my seed, but not tonight. I need to watch it seep out of her little cunt and soak the bed below her. The sight is seared into my memory, and I need to see it again. I pull her from my cock, and she gives a high-pitched protest. Saliva and come are smeared around her mouth as I kiss her soundly. Without a word, I toss her onto the bed.

Hefting her hips into my hands, I raise her on all fours before kneeling behind her at the center of the bed. My mouth lowers to her soaking wet pussy. I spear my tongue into her, delighting in her squeal of pleasure. I lick and suck her, tasting how much she enjoyed having her mouth on my cock.

She tastes sweeter than any wine.

Needing to feel her wrapped around me, I remove my mouth and guide my cock to her entrance. I drag it along her wetness, coating myself before gently pressing into her.

“Jack,” she sighs.

My name on her lips makes my body tighten.

“Tell me what you want,” I command.

She looks over her shoulder at me. Her smile is wanton, but her eyes swim with love and adoration. Our souls are one—as are our hearts. When we are joined like this, they return together. Imatch her look of love with one of my own. She shivers and grips the sheets in her hands.

“Fuck me, Jack. Come inside of me. I want to feel it.”

With a snarl, I give my mate what she wants. My hands grip her waist as I retreat my hips and slam into her. The force nearly knocks her off balance, but I keep her upright. I power into her again and again as her moans echo around us. Her spine bows in supplication to my dominance. Her pussy grips me like a fist, sucking me further into her.

“My mate’s pussy is perfect,” I snarl. “If only you could see how greedy it is—tightening on me like a good girl.”

“Jack,” she sighs. “Please. More.”

Her hands slide on the bed, and she lowers her head. Incoherent moans and whimpers leave her lips. She works herself back on me, allowing me to go deeper. The soft globes of her ass absorb the impact of my thrusts. Lifting my hand, I trace the seam of her backside, dipping into the untouched hole and delighting in her squeal.

“Soon,” I vow. “My seed will seep from here as well.”

Her breathing is ragged. A pink flush spills from her cheeks down her chest. Sweat makes her pale skin glimmer.

“Jack,” she pants. “I’m close.”

Her tightening on my cock makes me renew my efforts. I slip my hand from her ass and drag it around to her front. Finding her needy clit, I rub tight circles on it. Her mouth opens with a silent scream, and her hips freeze. Her pussy clamps down on me, and I come with a roar. My body locks up as I spill deep inside of her waiting heat.

When I am finally spent, and she sags to the bed before me, I gently withdraw. Sticky release flows from her little pussy and trails down her thighs. Dove falls to the bed in a graceless heap. I chuckle, laying beside her and tucking her into my side. Shaking with waves of pleasure, heavy breaths pass from her lips.

I tuck a piece of hair away from her sweaty brow. Her eyes stare up at me, still coming down from her climax.

Yesterday, I was a cursed male. Today, I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams. With Dove in my arms and by my side, the cruel male I was was long gone. For her, I will be better. Every day, I will prove myself worthy of her and the gift I have been given.

I press a kiss to her swollen lips.

“Mmm,” she hums. “How can I still want more of you? My limbs feel like jam.”

I chuckle, rolling on top of her to take her mouth fully. Moaning against me, she raises her hips, soaking me with our mingling releases. My lips find her breasts and tease each nipple into a harsh peak. Her hands go to my hair as I trail lower down her body.

“Again?” she asks as my lips hover over her center.

I cup her behind her knees and push her up and back, baring her pussy to my waiting mouth.

“Again.”

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