Page 111 of Kiss of Ice

Her breath quickened. He was turned on and it was because of her. She spread her legs a little more, letting him see her velvet folds. Wetness glistened there, wetness he longed to taste. He moved closer and lowered his head.

Ren wasn’t sure what his intentions were. Was he taking a closer look? Examining her? Then she felt his breath on her femaleness and heat flooded her cheeks. Surely he wasn’t going to kiss her there, was he?

“What… what are you doing?”

“I’m worshipping you, my queen.”

“I’m not sure about… oh!”

He inhaled her sweetness, the scent of her arousal going straight to his erection. Then he licked lightly at her satiny lips, teasing them open with delicate strokes. She shuddered as he slipped his tongue between them, tasting the nectar that flowed there.

At first Ren was mortified. The idea that he was pressing his mouth to her most private place – that he seemed to beenjoyingit – was inconceivable. But he was lapping at her as though he relished her taste. As though he couldn’t get enough.

The warmth of his tongue burrowed deeper and she lost her inhibitions. Unbidden, she tilted her hips towards him and he growled approval.

He started to lick more firmly, the rhythmic strokes creating spirals of pleasure low in her belly. She squirmed against his tongue and let out a moan. Ecstasy shuddered through her core with each sweeping stroke and spread to every inch of her body.

It wasn’t like the time she’d touched herself under his direction; the sensations he was forcing from her now were so much more intense. She spread her legs wide and pushed harder against his mouth.

Kam was fast becoming addicted to her slickness. He lapped at her juices greedily, her soft little moans and the thrashing of her body urging him on. The thought of sliding into her, of sheathing himself in her honeyed depths, made him ache with longing. But he concentrated on Ren. Her pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

He sent coils of soft cloud to stroke her exposed skin – gentle caresses on her face, her neck, her shoulders. More tendrils rippled across her breasts, squeezing and tugging on her tight nipples. Ren writhed helplessly, unable to resist so many different sensations at once.

When he gauged she was close, he began to focus solely on the engorged little nub at the centre of her pleasure. She cried out as he circled it repeatedly with his tongue.

“Gods! Yes,there… lick methere… oh!”

He lapped steadily, sending waves of deep, primal heat trembling through her. They grew with every pass of his tongue. And just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he took the swollen flesh between his lips and she exploded into pure ecstasy.

Kam felt her stiffen. Then her cries ratcheted to a shriek as she bucked rapidly against his face. Her legs closed around his head and held him there as she pulsed in orgasm. He laughed in delight as juices flooded his mouth and he licked up every last delicious drop.

Eventually Ren’s body went limp. Her legs dropped open and she sank back on the throne in a languid state of bliss. Never before had she experienced such deep, intense pleasure. For a moment, she even wondered if she was going to pass out from it.

“Seven hells,” she murmured.

“My thoughts exactly, my queen.” He gave her a sinful smile. “I remain at your command. Shall I taste you again?”

She considered him, still kneeling between her legs.

“I want to undress you.”

Obediently, he got to his feet and waited until she too was standing. He held up his arms and she pulled his tunic over his head. For a moment she stared openly at his muscled torso, his superb abs and sculpted chest. Her mouth watered.

She pressed her lips to a honed pec and ran her tongue lightly over it. He closed his eyes, savouring her touch. She nipped lightly at one brown nipple before kissing her way down to the smooth olive skin of his stomach. When she reached his trousers, she paused. She couldn’t fail to miss the iron rod straining towards her.

“Can I… can I touch it?” she asked breathlessly.

He nodded and she eased his trousers over his hips. He didn’t move as she ran her hands over the rigid shaft, marvelling at the smooth skin and the pulsing veins. On impulse she bent to kiss it, and he inhaled sharply as he felt her rosebud lips press against the head.

“Ren,” he said raggedly. “I don’t have enough control. I won’t last if you… if you do that.”

She straightened.

“I want you inside me,” she breathed. “Make love to me, Kam.”

He kissed her hungrily. She tasted herself on his mouth, his tongue, as he stroked her scent across her lips. Marking her as his.

He reached round her to undo the laces on her dress and let it fall to the floor in a tumble of lace. Then he picked her up in his arms, still kissing her, and sank into the throne. He settled her in his lap so that she faced him, her breasts in front of his face.

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