Page 42 of Kiss of Ice

“Oh, Ren. Have you learned nothing?”

He dipped his head towards one of the lilac buds. It was as cold as marble. Ren felt his warm breath gently tease the stiffened peak. Then he ran his tongue over it and she gasped.

He circled and licked at it rapidly, making it, if possible, even harder than it already was. He switched to her other breast and repeated the sweet torture.

Gods, that feels divine.

His lips must be turning blue, she thought, yet he didn’t stop. And the persistent warmth of his mouth was making it hard for her to concentrate. She tried not to moan with pleasure.

Every stroke of his tongue sent exquisite ripples straight to her loins. She should have been fighting to get free, yet she couldn’t help but stand motionless as Kam nipped and licked at her diamond-hard nipples.

The rage spiralling through her was fast becoming intertwined with something else. Some other feeling that she didn’t recognise. Something needful and urgent. His lips continued to caress her and suddenly, without quite realizing how or why, she found she didn’t want him to stop.

Kam sensed the cold seep out of her skin. He should have been triumphant. Now he could humiliate her with the knowledge that she’d challenged him and lost. And yet, inexplicably, he found he couldn’t remove his mouth from her body.

And there was something else. He was hard for her. It can’t be, he thought. Hard forher?But the indisputable evidence was straining beneath his trousers, a rigid length of pure iron.

He palmed her glorious curves as warmth flooded back into them and pinched a nipple between finger and thumb. The sound that flew from her lips emboldened him. He pulled her closer and suckled at the sensitive tips until she was squirming in his arms. He moved his hands to her waist, her hips, finally cupping her bottom to pull her against his aching shaft.

Ren bit her lip, trying to choke down her moans. Heat was pooling low in her belly and every time Kam touched her, little pulses of pleasure fluttered between her legs.

She found herself pulling against her bonds, not to get free but to arch towards him. She pressed her thighs together and hot wetness spilled between them.

Gods, she’d never felt like this. As if she was a violin string pulled taut, and all she needed was someone to strum her in the right place and she’d explode into one long note of pure ecstasy.

Kam sensed she wasn’t fighting him anymore. He released her wrists from where they were pinned and she looped them round his neck. He studied her flushed face and half-closed eyes with satisfaction.

“Your nipples are wonderfully sensitive,” he murmured. He sucked on a darkened bud and was rewarded with a sweet little gasp. “You like having them played with, don’t you? Tell me you like it.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I like it.”

“Good girl.” He tugged on a nipple and she moaned again. “Has anyone made you come just by playing with them?”

Her hips pressed against him in a reflex she couldn’t control.

“I haven’t… no-one’s ever… this is the first time.”

He stilled.

“The first time?”

“I’ve never been with a man. Not like… not like this.”

Her senses were still reeling and it took her a moment to realise he’d stopped moving. When she opened her eyes she found him staring down at her, his face unreadable.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered. His jaw tightened and he pulled away.

“The engagement dinner is tonight. Wear something suitable.”

He turned on his heel and strode from the room without a backwards glance. She stared after him, confused and disorientated.

Had she done something wrong? Had he got bored? Or had he just been teaching her a lesson this whole time?

She looked down at herself and saw she was naked to the waist. She crossed her arms over her breasts, the peaks still damp and swollen from his kisses. Then she sank to the floor, trying to understand what had just happened.

Eighteen

Kam strode back to his own residence, sick to the stomach with shame and self-loathing. What had he nearly done? What kind of man would force himself on a woman who’d never felt a man’s touch before?

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