Page 75 of Icebound Hearts

She chants the word softly, repeating it over and over as she grips my hair, tugging on the strands so hard that my scalp stings. I fucking love it.

I don’t let up, devouring her as if she’s the last meal I’ll ever eat in my entire life, listening to her noises become more frantic and breathless.

Fuck, she’s close.

“Let go. Fucking soak my face. Come on, heartbreaker. Come for me,” I encourage her, my voice muffled against her clit as I work her g-spot with more force and speed.

I can’t get enough of her. I’ve held myself back for so long, berated myself for even daring to think about Violet like this, and now that I have her spread out and shaking beneath me like this, I’m greedy for her. I’m not going to stop until she falls apart on my tongue and my fingers, like I’ve dreamed of way too many times.

I suck her clit into my mouth, working it with my tongue while I keep massaging her g-spot, and she arches her back, pressing herself harder against my mouth and grinding against my tongue. Little whimpers spill from her lips, building into a crescendo as she gets closer to hitting her peak. Her hands claw at my scalp as if she’s looking for something to anchor her, and her thighs tense, her muscles shaking.

“Fuck, yes,” I growl. “Do it, baby. Come.”

And she does.

I can feel the exact moment when her orgasm hits, cracking through her body like a whip. She cries out softly, her inner walls tightening like a vise, squeezing my fingers as I keep stroking her g-spot to work her through the pleasure.

“Sawyer!”

She quietly cries out my name as she half sits up, her thighs clamping around the sides of my head. As her climax slowly peaks and works its way through her body, she whispers my name over and over again, her nails digging into my scalp as she tosses her head from side to side. But I don’t even feel the small sting of pain. The sound of my name on her lips, breathless and desperate, is the only thing that registers.

It might be the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard.

And I’ll never fucking forget it.

Chapter 25

Violet

I shudder through the last of my orgasm and slump back on the bed, my fingers still wound up in Sawyer’s hair. My eyes slowly flutter open, and the ceiling seems to spin as I gaze up at it with blurry vision. Every nerve in my body is screaming, totally overcome with pleasure, and I can barely breathe.

But Sawyer isn’t finished with me yet. Although he lightens the pressure and slips his fingers out of me, he keeps dragging his tongue through my folds, licking and lapping at me as if he can’t bring himself to stop. Each touch of his tongue is electric, lighting my skin up with goosebumps and making my entire body jolt. I’m so sensitive that if he keeps this up, he could make me come again with just these light licks.

Even though he just gave me one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had in my life—definitely even better than the one I gave myself before he got here—part of me still can’t believe this is real. It all happened so quickly. Not that long ago, he and I were on a double date with two different people, seemingly determined to start something with anyone but each other.

Now here we are, sweaty and turned on and firmly out of the bounds we’ve been clinging to for weeks.

A pang of anxiety hits me at that realization, although it barely pierces through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind. I don’t know how this is going to change things between us, but I know it will. It’s inevitable. I’m supposed to be just his nanny, with clearly defined roles and boundaries, and what we just did smashed all of them to pieces.

But now that we’ve soared right past those boundaries into uncharted territory, I realize this might be the only night we spend together like this—and that means I can’t afford to waste a second of it. We can figure out where the hell we go from here later.

I force myself back up on my elbows to stare down at him as he keeps lapping at me, dragging his tongue over my pussy with long, indulgent swipes. My clit is so sensitive that it feels like an electric shock every time he grazes against it, but even so, I can feel a fresh stirring of arousal low in my gut.

Still, as easy as it would be to let him keep going until he makes me come again… I want more.

I tug gently on his hair until he glances up at me through his dark, thick lashes. When our gazes meet, I lick my lips and murmur, “If you’re planning to make me come again, it’d better be with your cock.”

Sawyer lets out a deep growl of approval, and his expression turns hungry. A filthy look flashes in his gray eyes. “Is that what you want? My cock inside you?”

With my heart pounding in my ears, I nod. I want it—wanthim—more than I’ve ever wanted anything, consequences be damned. And now that I’m so close to finally getting it, after the weeks I’ve spent fantasizing about it, I’m not going to let anything stop me.

Sawyer pushes himself up to his knees and tugs his sweats off, tossing them away along with his boxer briefs. His pierced cock juts out from his body, and I bite my lip as he drags twofingers between my slick pussy lips and then uses my wetness to lube his cock, running his fist up and down his length.

I hold my breath as I stare up at him, unable to believe that this god of a man is here, in the flesh. I already knew how unfairly ripped he is, his muscles honed from hours in the gym and on the ice. But I’ve never been able to appreciate how perfectly it all goes together—his broad chest, his lean waist, his powerful thighs and hard abs.

My gaze drops lower, and I can’t help the tiny squeak that escapes my lips. I’ve seen his cock before, but that was an accident, and I truly did try my best not to look that time. Now I don’t have to look away, which is a good thing, because I don’t think I can.

It’s… huge.

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