Page 112 of Kiss of Ice

She was a goddess, he thought, as he ran his hands over her luscious curves. Voluptuous and passionate. A sensuous deity made for men to worship. And by the gods, he intended to worship her.

He kissed her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. She sighed blissfully and arched her back, smiling as she felt his erection nudge between her thighs. Lowering herself slightly, she rubbed herself along the shaft.

“Stop that,” he growled, his mouth still on her breasts. “I need to control the pace or…”

“Or what?” She wriggled and he swore.

“Ren, I want to be gentle with you. This is your first time, I don’t want to hurt you.”

She kissed him, breathing hard.

“I don’t want gentle. I want you to make me come again.”

“Gods, woman, I love you so much.”

He grasped her hips and positioned her so that the tip of his shaft was nestled against her opening. She bit her lip, enjoying the sensation. The head of Kam’s erection became slick with her juices but he controlled himself.

“I won’t move,” he promised her. “We go at your pace.”

She gazed deep into his hazel eyes and something growled inside her. Something needy and lustful. She couldn’t wait any longer. She pushed down and her heat began to envelope him. His hands tightened on her hips.

“Morenna,” he groaned, trying to hold still.

By the hells, she’s so gorgeously wet.

He shuddered with the desire to thrust, to plunge into her again and again until she came. Camehard. But he fought the urge, knowing she was new to this. Knowing her body had to learn how to take him.

A moan escaped Ren’s lips. The sensation of being stretched wide as she sank down on him was indescribably exciting. Her nipples ached and she rubbed them against Kam’s chest.

There came a moment when there was a strange resistance; when she thought she’d taken as much as she could. But the fierce throb between her legs told her it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

She gave a push and there was a brief sting as something gave way. Kam was ready for it. He kissed her open-mouthed, tenderly swallowing her little yelp of pain, stroking her face and back. And then he was buried to the hilt in her silken heat and he wanted to bellow with happiness.

She rocked against him, finding the angle that gave the most pleasure, the position that sent pulses of electricity arcing along her nerve ends. She tilted her hips and discovered she could exert delicious pressure on the little nub between her legs. She cried out in delight.

“I love you,” she told him, eyes glazed with lust and joy. “Gods, I love you so much.” And her words melted the last of his control.

He began to thrust, the motion sending a rush of pleasure ricocheting through his body. He tried to be gentle with her, but her little moans of passion were making it difficult for him to think. And the way she was moving against him, stroking him with her velvet tightness… he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice a soft pant.

He found her breasts swaying in front of his face and caught them in his hands, sucking a nipple into his mouth. A breathless cry flew from Ren’s lips.

“I’m close, Kam,” she gasped. “So close. Oh… oh…”

She lost all sense of her surroundings as her world narrowed to just him and what he was doing to her. His shaft inside her, his lips on her.

She pushed down hard, wanting to touch every single part of him. Her movements became jerky as she clawed at his back. And suddenly, suddenly…

She buried her face in his neck as she started to climax. Kam felt her pulsing around his manhood and it propelled him over the edge.

He gripped her waist and thrust savagely as her muscles milked him, the sensation driving him out of his mind. When he came, he felt the eruption deep in his belly. He shouted her name and held her tightly until he’d spent every last drop.

Forty Nine

They lay tangled together on the throne for some time, letting the air cool their bodies. He stroked her hair softly.

“You told me you loved me,” he said, unable to disguise the wonder in his voice.

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