Page 89 of Queen of Legends and Lies
He bites his lip while gripping my hips and gently shoving me to the side. “Not yet, love.”
I huff out a frustrated groan. “What are you?—”
“Teaching you patience.”
“You’re not my damn instructor anymore.” Done waiting, I reach for his erection.
“Maybe I should be.” He grasps my hand, then the other, smirking as two bands of ice form over my joined wrists. “Because I think you need a lesson.”
“Bastard.” I glare at him, though I can’t deny the shiver of anticipation that crawls down my spine.
He takes his sweet time toying with me, trailing teasing kisses up and down my thighs while tracing lazy circles on my hip.
After a short, torturous eternity, he finds me wet and ready, which elicits a downright wicked smile. “Ah, I knew you’d like being restrained.”
I arch my back as Sterling’s talented fingers continue their lesson. I moan his name, almost like a prayer, as he brings me to the brink of ecstasy. Then he slows. Balancing me on a blade’s edge.
My eyes flutter open, which startles me because I don’t remember closing them. Nerves dancing, I shoot Sterling a bewildered glance, wondering why he’s doing this. Getting me so close only to leave me hanging.
“Well, have you learned your lesson? Feeling patient yet?” His face is smug, though there’s also blatant desire in his beautiful eyes.
“Jackass.” I try to sit up, but he gently pushes me back down.
“Mmm.” He stretches out beside me, kissing me so sweetly that my irritation melts away. “Keep calling me names, love. It only makes me harder.”
“You’re so messed up.”
Another kiss. “You have no idea.”
His fingers find my clit again, and after only a few well-placed strokes, he sends me toppling over the cliff.
Breathless and trembling, I reach for him, desperate to return the favor. Sterling reads my intention, and my icy restraints shatter, freeing my wrists.
He groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck as I work him with both my hands and mouth. He tastes like desire, and it fuels my fire even more.
Just as I’m about to bring him to the brink, he pulls away, leaving us both gasping for air. “I need to be inside you.”
He doesn’t have to say it twice.
Sterling positions himself at my entrance, and with a deep breath, he thrusts inside me, burying himself to the hilt.
We moan in unison, our bodies meeting as though we were never apart.
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to move faster by rotating my hips against him.
He complies, his hips rocking against mine in a primal rhythm.
Sterling kisses my neck, my jaw, my throat. His cold-infused hands skim up and down my sides, leaving an icy trail.
I moan his name, arching my back as the first waves of pleasure wash over me. “Sterling.” My nails dig into his back, each finger heated. I drag them down to his ass and pull him closer, deeper.
He growls in response, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he, too, teeters on the edge. “Come with me, love.”
That’s all I need to hear.
A scream rips from my throat, my entire body tensing as the release tears through me. Sterling isn’t far behind.
For a moment, we lie here panting, our bodies still joined.
