Page 110 of Kiss of Ice

Forty Eight

He didn’t stop until he reached the throne room. It was occupied by a servant polishing the floor and a couple of guards.

“Everyone out,” he ordered. “And don’t let anyone in. Not even if you hear screaming.”

His heated gaze swept over Ren and her stomach did a slow flip. Kam barely waited until the door had closed before he was kissing her again, his mouth searching hers with an intensity that left her breathless.

When he’d had his fill he trailed his lips along her jaw and down her throat, licking and nipping at her skin. He lifted her high in his arms as if she was no weight at all and she tipped her head back, shivering as he sought the tender spot behind her ears. White tendrils of his power coiled round her, caressing her bare shoulders and collarbone, feathering the tops of her breasts.

She gasped as a sliver of mist teased its way inside her bodice and stroked lightly against her nipples. Then it drew down the silky material, leaving the lilac tips peeking out over the top. Kam devoured them with his eyes.

“I promised I wouldn’t touch you without permission,” he said hoarsely. “May I touch you, Ren?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. His eyes flashed.

“Then command me, my queen.”

“Your mouth,” she whispered. “On my flesh. Like you did before.”

He lowered his head and swept his tongue over first one stiff peak, then the other, dabbing at them until they were exquisitely hard.

Ren moaned, the sensation of having her nipples licked sending bolts of lust straight to her core. Heat bloomed between her thighs and she thrust her breasts harder into his face. Kam obligingly drew a nipple into his mouth, suckling it until she let out another moan. Then he switched to the other one.

“Gods,” Ren gasped.

Kam chuckled and drew back to observe his handiwork. The wet peaks were dark and pointing. Satisfied, he deposited her on the throne and dropped to his knees in front of her.

She was still wearing her stable boots. He took them off, one after another, and held her naked feet in his hands. He looked at her with such raw desire that she thought her heart might burst from her chest.

“I’m yours to command, my queen. May I continue?”

“Yes.” Her voice was husky.

He slid his hands to her ankles. Slowly, he stroked them up her legs, pushing aside the layers of lace and tulle as he went until she was exposed to the thighs. His hands were warm and her skin tingled.

“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked softly. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He eased the skirt over her hips. A slow smile crossed his face.

“Why, Lady Morenna. You appear to be wearing no underwear.”

She’d forgotten. Her face blazed red.

“Ruth wouldn’t let me. She said it would ruin the dress.”

“Then I need to give her a pay rise.”

He put his hands in her lap. She was still sitting demurely and he pushed gently at her thighs. With a start, she realised he was prising them open.

“Kam…”

“Let me in, Ren. Let me see you.”

He’d seen her before, she reasoned. In the mirror. Touching herself. But this was different. His face was almost on a level with her most intimate area. He’d be able to seeeverything.

The thought was both embarrassing and arousing. Slowly, she parted her legs.

He took in the sight of her, a vision in grey tulle, her breasts spilling out over the top of her dress and her legs wide. The image was so arousing he could scarcely contain himself. He inhaled deeply to regain control.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he said in a low voice. “I almost came, just by looking at you.”

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