Page 118 of Kiss of Ice

She rubbed her aching nipples against the harsh fur of the rug and pushed hard against his hand.

“Please, Kam,” she groaned. “Please make me come.”

Her soft plea almost undid him. He steadied his breath, forcing himself to keep control. He took his fingers from her and she cried out at the loss. Then cried out again when he grasped her by the hips and positioned his shaft at her slick entrance. He bathed his tip in her juices before sliding deep.

She moaned as he filled her completely, stretching her wide with the thickness of his manhood. The sensation of being taken in this position, of being totally at his mercy, was fiercely erotic. He withdrew until he was almost out of her and plunged again.

“Yes… oh… yes!”

The delicious tempo of his driving hips sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Each thrust heightened her excitement. The swollen nub between her legs was pulsing as if it had its own heartbeat. She slid a hand there, desperate to find release, and he knocked it away.

“That belongs to me,” he growled. “Tell me what to do with it.”

“Touch it,” she panted. “Stroke it. Oh…”

He strummed her engorged flesh with his thumb, exciting it into a stiff little peak. The glorious tension at her core tightened to almost painful intensity and her breathless moans grew louder.

He was wreaking magic on her. His touch, his thrusts, they were propelling her in a headlong rush of passion that she had no way of stopping, even if she wanted to. She was a slave to the hot, red tide that threatened to overwhelm her; rising, rising, until she couldn’t hold back.

“Harder,” she panted, arching her back. “Please. I need it harder.”

He almost lost it then. He pounded into her and she let out a scream of joy. In the next moment she tightened hard around him, her muscles clenching in frenzy as she soared over the precipice.

It was too much for him.

With a roar of ecstasy he drove himself into her as deep as he could, his pleasure exploding uncontrollably, leaving him unable to move or breathe until the last shudder of passion had left his body.

Fifty Two

They lay entwined on the rug catching their breath, bodies slick with sweat. Ren kissed Kam’s neck, tasting the salt on his skin.

“It’s embarrassing that I enjoyed that so much.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I enjoyed it too.”

“Next time, I get to spank you.”

“Deal.” A look of alarm crossed Kam’s face. “Gods, please tell me your father never spanked you. I’m not sure my psyche could handle that.”

She giggled.

“Hells, no. He never laid a hand on me as a child. Not even to hug me.” Her tone was light but he caught the edge of sadness.

He knew she’d been reaching out to Salaq. She’d even gone to Valkar once, after the honeymoon, to try to mend their relationship. Salaq had made it clear he wasn’t interested.

Privately Kam was glad about that. His hatred for the Marid hadn’t abated, although for Ren’s sake he never mentioned it. He’d be perfectly content never to lay eyes on the bastard again. But it twisted his soul to see Ren unhappy over a man who didn’t deserve her affection.

He brushed her hair back from her face.

“I’m going to make you a promise, my queen. You’ll never be starved of love again. I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy. This is your home now, and I’m your family. For as long as you want me.”

Her heart lifted.Family. A small inconsequential word, but one that meant so much to her

She touched his face gently.

“I’m not going anywhere. Remember that, Kam. I’ll always be here.”

In all the years he’d lived, he’d never heard anything that made him so happy. He tightened his arms around her, knowing that he had a dozen people to see, a hundred things to do, a thousand appointments to keep. But they’d all have to wait.

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