Page 78 of Kiss of Ice

Ren followed his lead, making the strokes long and languorous. The oils and unguents in the water allowed her to slide her hand along his rigid shaft almost without friction. He groaned loudly as waves of pleasure started to overwhelm him. And suddenly he wasn’t in control anymore.

He exploded in a glorious rush, his hips straining upwards as she continued to milk him until every last drop of passion had been wrung from him.

Ren watched with wide-eyes. Never had she felt so powerful and yet so feminine. Kam collapsed back against the side of the bath, breathing hard. His shaft was soft in her hand now, defenceless, but he made no attempt to move away from her. She understood that he was letting her see him at his most vulnerable.

“Was that good?” she asked shyly.

“Good? I think I died and joined the angels for a minute there. You have a gift, my queen. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

She giggled, still high on the emotion of what she’d just done.

“Definitely not. Do they all look like yours?”

“Nope. Mine is the most impressive one in the entire realm, I assure you.”

She laughed out loud and he wondered again how it was she didn’t know her own attractiveness.

“May I kiss you, my Lady?”

Her smile died.

Why?”

“Because I still owe you a perfect kiss.”

“A perfect second kiss?”

“If you allow me.”

Mutely, she nodded.

He cupped her face and studied her for a moment, his expression unfathomable. Then he kissed her with a sweetness she wasn’t expecting. As if she was something precious. Breakable.But I’m not breakable.

She deepened the kiss, boldly thrusting her tongue into his mouth. His lips curved into a smile and he responded more firmly, pulling her into his arms and settling her into his lap while he explored every inch of her mouth.

When he finally released her, he admonished her gently.

“You’re making it hard for me to keep my promise.”

“Maybe I’m doing it deliberately so you lose your wager. What are the stakes, anyway? We never agreed on them.”

“Hm. Let me see. If you resist the urge to let me bed you on our wedding night, I’ll give you as many horses as you want.”

Her face lit up.

“Horses? Of my own?”

“Indeed.”

“And if I lose the bet?”

His eyes gleamed and again she saw that odd flash of green in their depths.

“Then I’ll take you on my throne. In your wedding dress.” Her pulse quickened and suddenly she found it hard to breathe. He watched the blush travel over her cheeks. “I look forward to teaching you many more lessons on our wedding night, my queen.”

“You won’t win the bet,” she said a little unsteadily. “I like horses too much.”

He grinned.

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