Page 45 of A Bride for the Winter King
“I’m not?—”
But I am. I’m not fighting him at all—hell, I’m so fucking ready. My right thigh is already hooked around his waist. “It’s the fever.”
Burn. Burn. Burn.
He places a hot kiss to the valley between my breasts. “You know who else was supposedly overcome by afever? The Summer King before he killed all those innocent Mist Fae civilians. It was thewill of the gods,he’d said.”
“We’re about to have sex, not commit unspeakable murders.”
He grins at my response, the Winter King actually amused. “You have a point.
He kneads my breasts with both hands, twisting, flicking, and teasing, and I push against them even harder, greedy for more. I’ve never felt this urgency before, such a raw need to be claimed by a man.
“We’re going to give in to this magic. Once. Because our bodies need it. But that’s all it’s ever going to be.” Shards of ice magic drift in his eyes. “A moment of weakness.”
I nod too many times. “Yes. Just once.” The pulse of magic in the room is so powerful, I just know I will wither and die if he walks away.
He picks me up and pins me to the mirror at my back. “Can you feel it?”
“Yes,” I gasp as the wide tip of him lines up with my entrance.
“Did you cast a spell on me, little spider?” he asks. “Did you sell your blood and soul to some forsaken god so he’d change your appearance and enchant me?” He gives me an inch, when I need so much more. “Did you plan this, somehow?”
“No. I swear.”
His eyes flash with a sense of acceptance. “I believe that at least. Will you let me have all of you, even if it’s just for one delirious moment?”
“Take me. Take me and make me scream your name, King of Death. Make it so I never forget how sweet it tastes.”
He plants a soft kiss on my lips and thrusts so deep inside me that my head hits the glass. We’re both speechless for a moment, our opened mouths resting against one another. He stretches me, cold and yet warm at the same time. Rock hard, and so, so big.
“You’re…perfect.”
Finally.
The fever recedes, content with its work, and leaves us to face the consequences of our actions. I twist my fingers in his hair and inhale deep. “Oh, fuck!”
Elio remains unnaturally still, supporting my entire weight. “Do you want to stop?”
I squeeze my walls around him, wishing I could keep him there forever. “No!” I feel torn about this, but fuck it, it’s the bestsex of my life. There’ll be time to curse myself and feel guilty later.
He draws in a sharp breath, his hand shaking as he caresses the slope of my neck. “Thank the Blessed Flame.”
“What’s th?—”
Elio’s lips are firm and unapologetic as he starts to move, and I taste myself on his tongue, my half-formed question forgotten. It’s the most intense sensation, like my skin, body, and soul have been starving for years, waiting for him.
When he speaks again, his voice is quieter—almost pleading. “You ignored me last time, but you will throw the next round and go home, yes? If you don’t obey…you’ll find out exactly how cold the mountains can get when you disobey the Winter King.” He thrusts deeper inside me with each sentence. “Am I being clear, now?”
“Yes.”
His abs roll, and he hits the sweet spot inside mejust so, like he wants me to melt him as much as I need him to crush me. “And you’ll go away. Forever.”
“I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t stop. Never stop.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard.
Elio Hades Lightbringer is a devil, and as he fucks me for the first and last time, I can’t help but wish I was his evil queen.
I suck the snowflakes from his skin one by one, and his groans of pleasure fill me with pride. My legs are wrapped tightly around him, and I cry out, another orgasm threatening to shatter me.
