Page 209 of Frost and Death
Before Jerrick can speak, I finally make my move, yanking him close to lock his lips with mine. I cling to him, but he pushes away, bewilderment flashing across his features.
I study him through my own panting breaths.
Jerrick rebounds with hunger in his wake.
Holding the sides of his face, I deepen the kiss, a low rumble escaping Jerrick’s mouth. I moan in response, letting him in more.
Our bodies shift, needing to be closer.
Jerrick pulls me onto his lap as I rake a hand through his hair and bite his lip as if I am starving for him. His hard length presses against my center, and I whimper.
Jerrick slips his hand up the side of my slit skirt to grip my backside.
I shudder at his warmth on my cold ass. It thrums my magic awake, and cold air drifts.
He breaks our kiss slightly, watching the air between us before he tugs me closer, his hot breath and power pouring life into me and warming away the sensation.
I tremble at the hot and cold of our joining, arousal growing in my core. I tug his hair, keeping him centered with my mouth, and nip at him senselessly.
Jerrick props me up on his lap. Our tongues thrash in the other’s mouths, taking moments to nibble, pinch, and suck, earning collective moans and shudders that send my hips rolling.
My first roll earns a light graze on my ass, and I hiss in luxurious pleasure. Between our mouths and Jerrick’s hand cupping my backside, his hips grind back in approval.
A low moan comes from the base of his throat as he spanks my ass again, harder. My hips move of their own accord, my hands frantically touching his body, seeking his skin.
I need tofeelhim.
My gown shifts, exposing my breasts. I don’t care about my own body, only his.
Deities, I need him so much it hurts.
I rub my hands up and down the front of his tunic, fumbling with the buttons. When it is free, I rip it off with no regret for the damage I cause, moving to unfasten his silken shirt from his pants and unlace the section around his chest.
Jerrick’s hands drift with mine, his fingertips tracing lines up and down my ass.
A dark thought has me wanting to explore everywhere. But when his chest is exposed, I run my cold hands over his body, shifting closer to have the skin-to-skin contact.
My hand finds shelter once again on the base of his throat, and I yank his head back, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of his face and neck.
He moans so low and guttural when my lips suck on the skin at the base of his neck.
Frenzied lust has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Fuuuck,” he grunts softly.
He grabs my face, guiding it back to him. He kisses me deeply before pulling away and stopping.
My gaze meets his, the two of us scanning the other half undressed. I lick my lips in anticipation as his eyes flare at my exposed breasts.
But he doesn’t move. Instead, Jerrick clicks his tongue as we gasp for air.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he pants, a teasing smirk etched across his features.
My eyes darken with lust and desire. I shamelessly reach between us, grabbing his hardened cock through his pants, stroking it, giving him just enough friction to earn a groaned response.
His eyes roll as his head falls back.
I take advantage and kiss his exposed neck, needing to know every place he likes to be touched. Moving my hand from his cock, I seek my own wetness running down my thighs. I swipe a small amount, bringing it up to his lips for him to taste.
