Page 12 of Tipped in Frost and Blood
“Maybe you’re getting rusty,m’lord,” she said, a teasing tone coating her tongue.
My skin tightened, and the hand supporting me against the tile balled into a fist. I spoke, but I could barely get the words out as her hot breath danced against my back, her hardened nipples brushing against my skin.
“Maybe you’re getting too good,” I breathed.
Her fingers trailed down my shaft until she laid her palm over mine. I released myself, eager for her to take my cock in her hands, in her mouth, between those sweet thighs. She wrapped her fingers around me, and dammit if I didn’t smile at the sight of her fingers around my shaft—just barely out of reach of each other as she gripped me.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” she whispered.
“I—” She slid her fingers down the length of me in one wet stroke, from tip to base and back again. “Fuck.”
I had to stop her. I wouldn’t last long like this, and if I was going to finish anywhere, it would be deep inside her. She gasped as I grabbed her hand, stopping her torturous strokes, and I twisted around to face her.
My heart skipped a beat at the sight before me, at the water rolling down her neck, trailing over her breasts, down and down until my gaze landed between her thighs. My mouth watered as I imagined all the ways I wanted to taste her. She tensed, and she made to cover herself, but I grabbed her wrists, pulling her against me.
“Don’t hide. I want to see you. All of you.”
She smiled softly, her eyes flitting briefly away from me, as if she still feared what I thought of the markings, of the cuts on her skin. I’d kiss every inch of her body, worship every glorious detail of her just to show how beautiful she was. No matter what scars marked her, she was immaculate.
“Perfect,” I breathed as I traced my fingers along her hip, and a smile returned to her lips. “Looked like you were enjoying quite a good book earlier.” Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink and her eyes fell shut as she shuddered with each brush of my fingertips. “Seems you stopped just before you got to a good part, too.”
Her eyes popped back open as she realized I’d read where she left off. My thumb brushed under the curve of her breast, and she shivered, her breath hitching. I loved watching her buckle under my touch every time we were together, loved watching her shatter on my tongue, my cock.
And I’d love watching her come undone for me again tonight.
I wrapped my arm around her, sliding my hand up her back, along her neck, and ensnared my fingers in her hair, tilting her head back to meet my eyes as I guided her back against the wall. Her pulse thrummed as I brushed my lips against her throat, and her scent, the subtle fragrance of jasmine flooded my lungs, her citrus body wash trying so desperately to mask it. I pressed a kiss to her throat, my fangs lengthening, throbbing, dying for a taste of her
Her chest heaved as I slid my hand down the expanse of her stomach—devouring the sight of every reaction I elicited from her, every twitch, every whimper as I continued down to where I wanted to be, and…Gods, she was ready for me, so wet and hot, and my cock ached to be buried inside her.
She gasped, hips surging as I ran my finger through her slick heat, and I pinned her in place as I ran my tongue along the curve of her neck before nipping at her ear. Her pulse thrummed beneath the surface of her skin in a heavy thump. I didn’t have to take much, just a sip. Her nails bit into my skin as she grabbed hold of my waist, and I moaned as the sting sent ripples of ecstasy across my skin, the bond rising to the surface as it begged to meet its counterpart. I pressed a kiss along that pulsing vein, and her head fell back as I dragged my fangs over her skin.
Her mouth fell open in a silent moan as I slid my finger over her clit. My control wavered with each movement, and I held her in place once more as her hips rocked against my palm.
A growl slipped from my throat as the void in my chest rippled, eager to escape, to touch her,claimher. “Easy,mea luna. I just want a taste.”
She tilted her head, allowing me access, and I bit down, her blood hitting my tongue, rich and sweet and—
Gods.
She moaned, arching into me. “Damien.”
Fuck. I needed to be inside her, needed to feel her on me.
Not yet.
I released her vein and kissed my way up her neck, letting her energy, her magic, coat my throat, our bond humming beneath my skin, my soul satisfied to feel its other half so close. Her knees shook, and I took hold of her hands, lifting them above her head until I anchored her to the wall. Those hazel eyes lifted to me, drunken and full of need. I could lose myself in them. Her chest heaved, the sight of her breasts enticing me to nip and tease and leave my mark.
“I think where you left off, the male had her pressed up against the wall while his hand slid between her thighs,” I whispered, running my fingers between hers, until I found that throbbing heat I wanted to fuck so badly. “Oh, but he didn’t stop there.”
Her eyes fell closed as she panted, her breath growing more and more erratic with each delicious stroke.
“Do you know what happened next?” I asked, gaze locked on her as I licked my lips. She didn’t respond. “Why don’t you ask me? Or do you already know?”
I slid my fingers up her center once more and her head fell back as she gasped, her voice shaking. “What happened next?”
“He dipped one finger inside her.” I did so, and she moaned. “Then another.” I drew my finger out, and with the next gentle thrust, I slid two inside. She gasped my name, and my voice descended as need tore at my control. “And another.”
“I don’t think I can—” I slipped a third finger inside her, and she cried out, her back arching as her body tightened around me.
