Page 53 of Possess Me at Midnight
Chapter
Twenty
I gasp. His question is a landmine I don’t dare step on.
“Did he give you pleasure? Get you off?” Ice demands.
Very direct questions. That shouldn’t surprise me. But I don’t know what to say. If I refuse to answer him, he’ll turn this into some sort of chest-beating competition. If I lie? I fear Ice is too perceptive. And the truth will only cause…issues.
“You need me, and I am offering. Nothing more or less.”
He flicks his thumbs across my nipples. Slowly. Back and forth. Until my breathing turns rough. Until I’m on the brink of melting.
“I plan to make certain what happens between us is much, much more.”
With a swish of his hands, Ice closes the drapes around the bed, shutting us off from the rest of the world. Then he flattens me to the bed, covering my body with his own. The hardness and heat of him overloads my senses. His hair-roughened body abrades against me, and my skin becomes a desperate, aching entity. It craves more of his touch and possession. Tingles… God, everywhere.
My will can’t overcome my desire to curl my arms around him and draw him closer. His lips glide up my neck. His teeth nip at my lobe. His tongue drags across my jaw. I shudder. Need races down my spine.
Then he moves in for the kill, his mouth hovering just above mine. It takes everything inside me not to close the distance between us and kiss him.
No way of hiding that reaction from him. No way to mitigate how he makes me feel.
“That’s it, princess. Show me the woman you hide.”
Has he somehow grasped that I hide most of myself and my desires from everyone?
“Ice, stop. Get off me.” My breathy voice trembles, giving away the fact that the last thing I want is for him to stop.
“Have I hurt you?” he murmurs, his voice a velvet promise of pleasure.
“N-no.” The word escapes as barely a whisper.
“Given you reason to believe I’ll hurt you?”
“No.”
“Have I scared you?” he challenges.
Yes, but not in the way he means. I know, deep in my bones, that he will never hurt me. He’s gone out of his way time and again to see to my safety, my comfort. Even if he has Called to me to spite Bram more than to claim me, the magical words themselves afford me his undying protection and loyalty. I have no doubt that Ice would end his own life before risking mine. But I fear how much of me he’ll demand and cajole until I surrender. Will he wrest away a part of me that I’ll never reclaim?
If I admit that fear, I’ll be completely compromised. He’ll have me then, in any way, every way, he wants.
“O-of course not.”
He smiles as if he knows he’s caught me in a lie. “Precisely.”
I can’t find a reason or the words to stay Ice before he wraps his hands around my thighs and pulls them apart. His hips sink between them, and his enormous erection presses against my slick folds, rubbing right over the one spot guaranteed to send me reeling. The intimate contact blasts me with shock waves. This is real. This is happening. And despite every logical reason to stop, I don’t want him to.
When I gasp, my fingernails dig into his shoulders. He throws back his head with a rough growl. “Yessss….”
Mad. Ice is mad, just as his reputation claims. What else could this be but insanity?
“I want more of you,” he demands.
Then he blindsides me by taking complete possession of my mouth. The force of his kiss sinks my head into the pillow as he thrusts deep. Then deeper still, as if he plans to stay forever. And heaven help me, I open to him in return, greedily drinking him in. I flirt with him, my tongue touching his before retreating, teasing him to chase me.
He does. Repeatedly. Until I lose my breath. Then my mind. And finally, my will to resist.
