Page 88 of The Frost Touched Queen

In a month’s time, she’ll leave me to travel south—to him.

“Levi?” she calls out my name with concern.

“All is good, Kat. I just remembered something.”

“What?”

“To tell Brick that he has my leave to show your handmaidens around the castle as well as Arkøya.”

Kat’s worried expression quickly turns annoyed, as she slaps my chest and pulls away from me.

“You will do no such thing. Inessa is already tired of him always sniffing around her. And frankly, so am I.”

“Has my general offended you?” I interrogate, steel in my tone.

I swear, if Brick has insulted Kat in any way…

“His mere presence offends me. Inessa deserves better than that brute.”

“Hmm. There was a time you thought the same of me,” I taunt.

“Who says I still don’t?” She bats her eyelashes at me.

I pull her to my chest again, this time unwilling to let her go, and tug at her long hair to crane her head back so I can have a perfect view of her glorious face.

“But you like this brute. He’s getting under your skin, isn’t he?”

She swallows hard, her lids becoming heavy.

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” she sasses, the swell of her breasts lifting up and down and pulling my eyes toward them.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I groan, bending down low enough so I can lick the bead of sweat in between her breasts.

The little sob she lets out as she presses further against me has me rethinking this whole tour.

“You’re a man of many contradictions. Your words say one thing, while your actions say another,” she says, her breathing becoming a shallow mess of want and need.

“And what exactly do my actions say?” I counter, licking my way up her neck and to her ear until my teeth sink into her earlobe.

“That you would rather take me to your chambers and have your way with me than show me your great city.”

I chuckle, only to moan two seconds later when her hand slithers in between our bodies until it finds its way to my already stiff cock.

“I must admit, I am of two minds about it.”

“Is there anything I can do to give it clarity?” she taunts, knowing exactly what wicked spell she’s put on me.

I look around the tower; the watch guards who are usually on post are nowhere in sight. Which means their shift must have ended and their replacements are soon to arrive. There’s not much time, but I have always fantasized about fucking someone while looking at this view.

Not someone.

Her.

With no time to lose, I flip her around and place her hands on the wall’s edge. Kat leans her head on my chest and giggles while I struggle to pull at the strings of my pants. When I finally get my dick free, I lift the skirt of her dress and press my hand on her back so that she bends down until her porcelain ass is lifted up high.

“Let’s see how much you laugh with my cock inside you, my queen,” I threaten with a smirk.

But like it always is with her, our laughter dies the minute we connect and become one.

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