Page 78 of A Bride for the Winter King
“Look who’s jealous, now.” I grind my backside into his hardness, eager to hear every filthy little thought that runs through his mind. “Seth…is attractive.”
Elio holds himself away, punishing me for my answer.
“But he’s also a world-class fucker. Nothing’s happened between us,” I add quickly. “What difference would it make, anyway?”
“I guess it doesn’t matter. You’re mine, now.” Elio brings both hands to my ass and scratches his nails along my curves. “Let me show you exactly what you do to me.”
I bend forward and grip the windowsill.
He works his pants open and slides them down in seconds before he grabs my waist and lifts the hem of his shirt, baring me to him. The wide tip of his erection lines up with my entrance, and he rubs himself back and forth until he’s coated with my juices. “Do you want me?”
I tense in anticipation, my knuckles white. “More than anything.”
He thrusts inside of me without hesitation.Oh fuck.
I’ve never known a man who knows exactly how and when he wants it. I love the sound he makes when he’s inside me. Crave the wicked games we play together. It’s hot as hell, but I have to remember this king will break me a little more each time we do this.
It’s better here, in the cold. The hot springs were way too romantic. It could have turned my head.
He gives a few, slow thrusts for me to adjust to his size, and his ragged breaths make my skin tingle. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He hits the aching spot inside me, over and over again, in the exact way my body needs.
“Harder.” I arch my back, moving with him to increase the pace. Cries of pleasure echo up and down the stairwell, but I can’t help myself.
The orgasm takes me by surprise. A white-hot line of bliss sizzles up my spine, and I close my eyes, ridden to the peak with each invasion of his cock. My walls pulse around him, my body suspended in rapture for the longest time. Warmth tingles in my extremities as I taper down from the high, his hardness still rubbing my insides in all the right ways.
I’ve always managed to steer clear of charismatic, powerful men. Why is Elio any different?
We might be colliding with more finesse than last time, but I’m still a meteor crashing into the sun. If I’m not careful, I’llbecome a shell of a woman, addicted to some dark, magic rush I can’t ever find a proper replacement for—doomed to go through life with a Elio-shape scar on my heart.
Without the shield of it being the first and last time, it no longer feels like an indulgence, but a pattern. This is the last time I can be weak.
A fresh wave of pleasure builds at the pit of my belly, but Elio draws back. The tension between my thighs ebbs away, and I spin around to scold him. “Don’t stop now.”
“Patience, little spider.” He wraps his hand in my hair and pulls me in for a long, soul-shattering kiss. After I’m nothing more than a puddle, he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. “That’s better.”
He bends down and places a sweet kiss over the long scar in my side. “Change of plans. I’ll keep you until the top three, so you win a frost apple and heal this.” He licks the shape of it with such care that I struggle to stay upright. I know he sees someone else when he gazes up at me with that look of adoration on his face, and that hurts more than I ever thought possible.
Before I can say anything, he stands back up and pecks my lips. “Now, get on your knees. I want to come deep inside your mouth.”
My heart beats furiously at his demand. He’s dangling immortality in front of me like it’s nothing more than a party favor, and a blazing heat engulfs me. “Are you proposing I whore myself out to get one of your damn apples?” I snap.
His eyes flash with a hint of danger—and a truckload of grievances. “Don’t twist my words like that. That was not what I meant, and you know it. But even if you don’t want to get better—I’ll still have your mouth.”
He’s mostly right, but I’m still torn by all the emotions running wild in my blood. “I can’t believe you’re going to gothrough with the rest of the pageant.” I kneel and shoot him a dark look. “When you’re so obviously crazy for me.”
I arch a brow as if to dare him to say otherwise.
Desire and anger mingle on his breath, and his throat bobs. “I don’t deny it,” he whispers.
His admission sparks a soft glow between my ribs. I wrap my mouth around the tip of his cock and stroke the base with my hand, and the salty taste of his desire fills me with confidence.
Elio’s hips jerk forward. “Oh! Your mouth is fucking insane.” He cradles my head and grabs my hair at the roots. “I’m crazy for you, Lori.”
I tease him with my tongue, and his jaw slacks, his chest rising and falling faster with each breath. Eyes half-mast, he tightens his hold on my hair and sets the pace. I rub my thighs together, about ready to come just from the sight of him so vulnerable and horny.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, and I snake a hand down to obey. Elio’s cock throbs inside my mouth as we reach a new climax together, and I suck him even deeper, swallowing his seed drop for drop, already addicted to the taste of his pleasure.
