Page 71 of Kiss of Ice

“Your delightfully hard nipples. Touch them, my queen. See how they tighten even more?”

It was true. The tips of her breasts were stiff and pointing. She rolled them between her fingers, making them tingle. They were as firm as they’d been when Kam had taken them into his mouth. The memory caused a little moan to slip from her lips and she pinched tighter.

“Gods.” Her head fell back onto Kam’s shoulder.

“Put your thumb in my mouth,” he growled. “Do it.” She raised one arm and he licked her thumb, wetting it thoroughly. “Now brush it over the tip. Harder. Do you feel it? Do you feel that glorious sensation working its way down your body?”

She did. She worked on each of her nipples, fondling, pulling, caressing, and felt pleasure shoot straight between her legs. Kam directed her, his voice soft yet insistent, brooking no argument.

“Now move one hand down to your belly. It’s beautiful, Ren, just like the rest of you. It makes a man want to bury his face into it and stay there forever. Stroke your belly, Ren. And open your eyes. I want you to watch yourself.”

Obediently, she looked at her reflection again. Her pupils were dilated, her lips parted and her skin flushed. Little shudders shook her body as she stroked her breasts and stomach. A steady pulse began beating deep between her legs; gods, she could feel moisture seeping onto her inner thighs.

Kam whispered into her ear.

“At night, in bed, do you ever pleasure yourself?” She shook her head mutely. “Words, Ren. Use your words or we’ll stop.”

“No, I’ve never pleasured myself,” she choked out.

“Tonight you’re going to learn how. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“The hand on your belly. Where does it really want to go? Where is the heat building, my ice queen?”

“Lower down.” It came out as a whisper.

“Show me.”

Slowly, she moved her hand downwards. Over the pubic bone, through the thatch of silver-grey curls, until she reached the satin lips of her femaleness. She stopped.

“I… I don’t know what to do.”

“Spread your legs, my Lady. Show me your secrets.”

Hesitantly, she parted her thighs. The act of exposing herself to his gaze was so wanton, so brazen, she couldn’t believe she was doing it. And yet it was intensely arousing. She could barely breathe as Kam’s eyes raked over her in the mirror, lingering on her most intimate parts.

His throat tightened as he saw the slickness glistening there. Gods, she was beautiful. He ached to fall to his knees before her and worship her with his mouth. To make her writhe and moan and…

No. She had to do this. She had to learn to love herself. This wasn’t about him, it was about her.

“Let me guide you, Ren.”

He took her hand and placed it between her legs. She gasped when she realised how wet she was. Her velvet lips were coated in honey.

He released her and watched as she took the initiative, dipping her fingertips into her slickness. She moaned. She was a furnace.

“Stroke yourself there, Ren. That’s good.”

He watched her in the mirror as her fingers explored. She had no idea how gorgeous she looked; one hand still kneading a breast, the other buried between her thighs. It took all his self-control not to touch her. Of all the battles he’d faced in his life, all the trials he’d endured, this was surely the hardest.

“Now move your fingers a little higher,” he told her huskily. “There. You feel that?” She gasped as she discovered a new part of herself; a part that throbbed and swelled under her caress. “That’s your pleasure centre, my queen.”

Ren was lost in wonder. How had she not known this? That she could make herself feel this way? A glorious tension was building inside her, waves of bliss pulsing through bone and muscle and all emanating from this one sensitive spot. She circled the engorged nub and more juices poured out of her.

“Gods,” she groaned.

Her fingers became drenched as she rubbed harder, faster. She closed her eyes and tugged on a nipple, moaning gently as she became more excited. Her hips were grinding uncontrollably. The tension was reaching breaking point.

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