Page 32 of The Fire Beneath the Frost

And then there was no going back.

Petyr kissed me again, harder this time.No hesitation, no question.His mouth was hot, demanding, and I gave myself over to it without resistance.His hands gripped my waist, then slid up beneath my shirt, splaying over my back like he was trying to memorize me by touch alone.

When he kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, and then—God—my neck, I nearly collapsed.

No one had ever done that to me before.Not once.I didn’t know my neck could feel like that.Sparks shot down my spine, my skin tightening around the bones like it didn’t know how to contain this new electricity.My hips jolted forward involuntarily, and I gasped, loud and shameful.

And then I did it again.

Petyr kept his mouth there, open and wet against the hollow of my throat, his tongue flicking the sensitive skin just above my collarbone.I made a sound that startled even me—somewhere between a moan and a plea—and my knees buckled.

He caught me and whispered against my skin, “You’re so beautiful when you let go.”

Then, lower, rougher, right against the shell of my ear: “I want you, Dimitri.More than I’ve ever wanted a man in my life.”

My heart slammed into my ribs.

He dropped to his knees, and the sight of him kneeling made the room spin.And then he pressed his forehead against the hard, aching line of my cock through my pants.

I choked on a breath, and my entire body went rigid.

He stayed like that for a moment, breathing in the scent of me, his hands resting on my thighs.When he looked up, his eyes locked with mine, and something broke wide open in my chest.I’d never felt so exposed, or so wanted.Not just for my body, but for me.Like I was a secret he’d been aching to uncover.

My pulse thundered in my ears as his hands moved, slowly, reverently, to my belt.The clink of metal echoed louder than it should have in the quiet room.I was trembling so hard my knees knocked together.

He paused.“Shhh… it’s all right,” he murmured, rubbing my hip with one hand.“Trust me.”

That word again.

It still made my spine go stiff.But this time… I breathed through it.I looked down at him—his hands, his lips, his warmth—and nodded.

“I trust you.”

The words came out hoarse and raw.

He gave me a small, devastating smile.

Then he unzipped my pants, slow and unhurried, like a man savoring every second of unwrapping something precious.He slid his hand into the opening and palmed me through the thin fabric of my underwear.I shuddered, my legs threatening to give out completely.

“Petyr—” I gasped.

He leaned in and mouthed me through the cotton.Soft, hot, wet pressure.I cried out—sharp and guttural.I slapped a hand against the wall behind me to stay upright.

No one had ever touched me like this.No one had ever wanted me like this.

And then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down.

The cold air hit my cock, and I moaned, embarrassed by how hard I was.How much I was leaking already.

Petyr didn’t seem to mind.He stared at me like I was the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen.

And then he took me into his mouth.

I swore.Loudly.My hips jerked.His hands gripped my thighs to hold me still, but he didn’t stop.His mouth was so hot, so wet.He sucked me slowly, letting me feel everything.His tongue curled around the head, then flattened beneath the shaft, and my entire body caught fire.

I threw my head back, staring blindly at the ceiling.My hands scrabbled for purchase, one of them finding his hair, the other gripping the edge of a rusted pipe.

It was too much.Too good.I didn’t know anything could feel like this.

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