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“This,” he whispers before crushing his lips to mine.

Chapter 16

Levi

Ice melts to me, burning me with her kiss.

Lips, the softest I have ever tasted, mold themselves to mine as she breathes life into me.

Her flower perfume intoxicates all my senses as Kat’s lips ensure I go mad with just one kiss.

“Levi,” she moans, coaxing me to tighten my hold on her neck and rub my aching cock against her stomach.

Her eyes glaze over with want as I deepen our kiss, desperate to steal the very oxygen in her lungs.

This woman…

This ice queen of a woman…

Will be the death of me.

And the worst part is, I’d welcome death as a long-lost friend if it meant I could keep kissing her like this.

Her hands grip my forearms and slide up to my neck, until she begins to toy with the ends of my braids, threading her fingers through my hair. She sinks her nails into my scalp when my teeth bite into her lower lip, a lust-filled cry leaving her lips.

I should stop this.

Ineedto stop this.

But for the life of me, I have no will to do so.

All of me wants her.

And if the way her breasts keep rubbing themselves against my chest is any indication, then Kat wants me just as bad.

I pull away just a tad, Kat instantly tightening her grip on me.

“No,” she orders, panting. “More. I want more.”

“How much more will satisfy my queen’s hunger?” I ask, releasing my grasp on her neck, just so I can kiss the small bruise my fingers have made.

“I don’t know,” she says breathlessly, her eyes half-mast as she stares down at me.

“This much?” I taunt, kissing the slope of her neck down to her chest.

She shakes her head and closes her eyelids before gently slamming her head back against the tree.

“This much then?” I tease further, as my kisses go to the swell of her breasts.

“Oh the gods,” she whimpers as I nibble on the soft piece of flesh.

“Hmm, not enough, I see,” I grunt, getting as worked up as she is.

My gaze fixes on her small, diamond-shaped nipples and how they look like they might punch a hole through her gown just so I can feast my eyes on them. Mouthwatering, I go to one and sink my teeth around it, sucking her nipple through the fabric. Kat sobs beautifully at the sensation, arching her back just so that her hot core ends up meeting my throbbing cock, coaxing me to curse under my breath. I let go of her nipple to show its counterpart the same attention, while my hand cups her swollen breast, wishing I could rip her dress off her to give it the proper treatment it deserves.

“Levi,” she wails again, completely lost to the myriad of sensations her body is being put under.

“So hungry, Your Highness. It leads a man to believe you’ve never been touched before.”

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