Page 70 of A Storm of Fire and Ice

His hands groped my breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly and pinching my nipples until tears pricked my eyes. My body ached from the forceful handling, but the sensation only heightened my arousal and fueled my own wild cravings.

“Fannar!” I exclaimed. The combination of pain and pleasure was intoxicating. I ground my hips against his, desperate for friction.

“You like that?” His voice was a husky growl against my ear, bouncing the swells in his hands. “You like when I play rough with these?”

“Y-yes,” I whimpered, beyond any other words, the throb between my legs intensifying at his aggressive touch.

He gave them another squeeze and pressed me harder into the shelves, the ridges of old books digging into my back. Fannar’s mouth closed over one breast, sucking it with such fervor that waves of pain mixed with pleasure coursed through my body. Teeth grazed my nipple, sharp and sweet, sending a jolt to my core.

My nails scraped into his scalp. He groaned, the rumble vibrating against my breast as he lavished attention on my aching peaks. My head lolled back, my mind a whirlwind of sensations as he moved to my other breast, his tongue teasing before enveloping it completely.

“I can’t take it anymore.” A throaty moan escaped my lips. The ache between my legs intensified, damp heat pooling as desire unfurled within me.

“What was that?” he asked, pretending not to hear me, his breath hot as his tongue, lips, and teeth continued to assault the sensitive flesh, leaving me trembling.

I cried out, writhing in his hold. Every nerve ending screamed for more—more heat, more sensation, more Fannar.

When he finally released me, my breasts were swollen and throbbing. I clutched at his shirt, trying to steady my ragged breath.

Fannar trailed hot, wet kisses down my neck as his hands slipped between my legs. Moaning softly, I leaned into his hand, my breasts pressed against his chest. The sound seemed to echo in the silent space around us, adding to the sensual tension. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, eager to feel his cool skin against mine. As each one gave way, I reveled in the sight of his toned chest and abdomen, all the while breathlessly anticipating the bulge underneath his pants.

But before I could undo them, he grasped my hips and lifted me onto the smooth wooden table nearby.

Fannar smirked, ice-blue eyes glinting as they traced the contours of my legs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Then, in one swift movement, he tore off the thin fabric of my panties, sending them to the floor in a tangled heap and baring my sex to his gaze.

“So wet for me already.” He nuzzled against my folds, inhaling deeply. “You smell delicious.”

I shuddered, equal parts anticipation and embarrassment heating my cheeks.

The cold tip of his tongue drew circles around my bare entrance, causing me to whimper. He chuckled darkly before applying pressure, sliding his tongue inside me slowly. It was like a bolt of lightning, shattering through each nerve ending, and I practically screamed with rapture. His tongue plunged deeper, spinning and investigating, until I felt myself gripping around it.

Without warning, he latched onto my sensitive nub, sucking hard into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue.

“Oh, my God!” I shrieked with legs kicking.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice muffled against my burning core.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place until stars burst behind my eyelids. The pressure built and built until my climax crashed over me, my body shattered into a thousand pieces, my vision whiting out. Fannar continued his assault on my oversensitive flesh, dragging out my orgasm until I was a quivering mess.

Only then did he stand, licking his glistening lips as I lay spread out before him on the library table. The aftershocks of my orgasm still rippled through me as Fannar’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze fierce and hungry. The bulge in his pants was obscene. My chest heaved with each ragged breath, need coiling tightly within me once more.

“Your turn,” he commanded, his gaze sultry and intense. His hands had already moved to unzip his pants. “On your knees, wife.”

The dominance and possession in his voice thrilled me as I obediently dropped to my knees before him. He pushed his pants down, and his firm erection sprang free before me. I licked my lips in anticipation as I took him in my hand, stroking him slowly.

He eagerly guided my mouth to his engorged manhood, his breath caught in his throat and hips thrusting forward as I took him in. The taste of him was intoxicating, like wintery nights and frozen waterfalls with the sweetness of summer honey. The feel of his swollen skin against my tongue sent sparks of pleasure through me.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured with hooded eyes. He watched me intently, his hand moving down to grasp the back of my neck.

My tongue danced around his length, and then I flicked it against the head. He hissed above me as I did, and I moaned in delight. His grip on my neck tightened, his hips thrusting forward, as he sunk deeper into my mouth. I grew wetter with every passing moment. He groaned above me, his fingers tightening in my hair as I took him deeper, my own moans of pleasure mingling with his. I lavished his hard shaft with broad strokes of my tongue, hollowing my cheeks on each upstroke. His moans filled the room as I sucked and licked, his hands tangling in my hair as I brought him closer and closer to the edge.

“Enough.” He abruptly tugged me off him. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

He scooped me up into his strong arms and carried me across the room, setting me carefully down on a plush rug in front of a roaring fire. The heat from the flames danced across my skin as he swept his hands through my hair. He positioned himself between my legs.

The blunt head of his member nudged at my entrance, slipping through my wet folds, causing me to gasp. With a wicked grin, Fannar pressed forward, inch by agonizing inch, as he sank into me.

“Fuck!” I hissed at the delicious stretch.

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