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Certainly no more terrifying. Right?

Yeah. I was an idiot. Both for thinking the firelords might be safe and for desiring the cruel duke who had kidnapped me.

And the longer I stayed in Starfrost Manor, the more that desire grew.

I could no longer deny that desire—not even to myself.

CHAPTER 18

IVRAEL

On her knees in the gallery, Lara gazes up at me, her lips parted and eyes wide with unmasked desire.

The sight of her on her knees before me sends a surge of lust rocketing through my veins, stoking the embers of my need to a roaring blaze. The chill of my icy dominance wars with the inferno she ignites within me.

I’ve never craved anyone the way I do her. Never been so desperate to claim and conquer and possess.

I need to master her, body and spirit. Plunder her sweet mouth and paint her porcelain skin with my release.

Mark her as mine.

And I need her to consent to it, as well.

Only then will the inferno within me be quenched. Only then will this dangerous obsession, this madness, this raging fire she stokes in my frigid soul, release me from its clutches.

So I give her one final chance to say no. “Tell me you want this.”

“Please. I want this.” She pauses. “I want you.”

Her surrender feeds something hungry and desperate inside me, something that wants her to need me as much as I fear I may be growing to need her.

I groan, overwhelmed by visions of those pretty lips wrapped around my aching length.

A whimper escapes her, and her eyelids flutter. I tighten my grip on her hair, relishing the silken strands sliding between my fingers, the way she yields to my control. She hesitates, her self-control flickering like a dying flame. I can almost taste her surrender on the frosty air.

I have craved that surrender from the moment I first saw her.

“Tell me you understand what you’re on your knees asking me to do.” My voice emerges as a low, dominant growl.

She parts her lips, but no words emerge, only a shaky gasp. Finally, she nods slowly, her pulse fluttering wildly at her throat.

The ache to feel her luscious mouth wrapped around me reaches a fever pitch.

“You’re pleading for me to use that pretty mouth of yours. To fuck your face until you’re gasping and choking on my cock,” I rasp out, my tone dripping with carnal hunger.

Lara’s cheeks flush crimson. But her pupils are blown wide with arousal, betraying how badly she wants me, even when she tries to deny it. I can smell the heat of her desire, feel it radiating off her trembling body.

And this time she nods frantically as she again breathes out the one word I want to hear on her lips. “Yes.”

I tighten my grip on her hair, reveling in my complete control over her in this moment. She is mine to do with as I please.

And Goddess, I shudder at the thought of painting her lips with my precum before plunging deep into her waiting throat. To make her gag and writhe and moan like the needy creature she is.

Slowly, deliberately, I unfasten my breeches.

My cock springs free, standing hard and proud against my abdomen. Lara’s eyes widen, dilating even more as she takes in the sight of my arousal, the ridges on my shaft designed to drive partners wild with pleasure.

“Go ahead, look your fill.” My voice is rough with restraint. “You’ll be begging for more soon enough.”

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