Cold Queen - K Webster Page 0,32

ear. Then, he draws my earlobe into his mouth with his teeth, teasing me. The more he licks and sucks me, his hot breath in my ear, the more aroused I become. I dig my heels into his ass, drawing him closer. The tip of his cock easily slides inside me.

“I’m ready now, my king,” I breathe, working my hips in a needy way. “Take me hard like you want to.”

He bites my neck as he slams into me. No warning. Just a brutal thrust. I cry out and pull him closer, desperate for the connection. Snowflakes flutter around us, but then a wave of intense heat emanating from him melts them away and soaks me with sweat through my dress.

“So hot,” I choke out, throwing my head back to gasp for cooler air.

Like a madman, he drives into me hard and severe. The wall will leave bruises on my spine and I don’t even care. I love this untamed, wild side of him. The side that has him about to explode the room with his heat. A hot finger burns through the front of my dress, exposing my breasts to him when it parts open. The scent of burning fabric can be smelled as he shreds my dress with fiery fingers. His touch singes me, but I like the pain of it. A reminder of who has me in his grip. Once he completely removes me of my dress, he pulls me away from the wall, his hands gripping my ass tight. As though I weigh nothing, he bounces me on his cock, taking every inch inside of me as his own.

“Elzira,” he growls, yanking me off his throbbing cock.

He tosses me on the bed, causing me to lose my breath, not giving me a second to recover before he’s grabbing my hips and flipping me. I shriek when he yanks me roughly off the side of the bed so my ass is bared to him. His boot pushes my right leg out, parting me for him, and then his cock is invading me once more. Hot hands grip my ass, sending sharp burning sensations through my flesh.

So hot.

So hot.

So good.

I clench around him, desperate for the impending orgasm that’s teasing me. He must sense my need because he slips his hand around to my front as he brutally thrusts into me from behind. His fingers are hot to the touch and I fear he’ll burn my most sensitive place straight from my body. But he moves them too quickly to linger in one spot long enough to do damage. The pain quickly turns to pleasure as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge of the cliff that will send me spiraling into the inferno of bliss.

“Ah!” I cry out, pressing back against him.

So close.

His palm cracks against my ass, echoing loudly in the room. It’s enough to shove me right over. A scream rips from me a second before my pleasure takes hold of me, jolting me hard. My body clenches around him, causing him to lose it. An unearthly growl rumbles from him.

Fire.

I can feel it burning my palms, my breasts, my hair. And yet I remain right within it, safe in the fire maker’s arms. Flames lick at my torso from beneath me. The furs are on fire. The room is cooking with us inside it. As his burning seed bursts into me, I give into his fires. Give into him.

The pain nearly becomes unbearable on my flesh, but then I’m wrenched away from the bed. Ryke scoops me into his arms and carries me out of the room toward the bath we’d abandoned earlier this morning. The cold water is a shock to my system when he dumps me into it, dunking me beneath the surface. I thrash and sputter when I come out in time to see him yanking off his clothes. Once he’s gloriously naked, he steps into the cold water with me. His skin hisses when it comes in contact with the water. He settles into it before pulling my back to his chest.

Warm hands seek out my burns beneath the water and his healing touch takes away the pain. His lips find my ears and he kisses me.

“I’m sorry,” he rumbles. “I lost control. I would never hurt you.”

A shiver rattles through me. He summons his fires and heats the water.

“I liked it,” I tell him, turning to look at him. “I still felt safe with you.”

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