Princess of Frost - Mila Young Page 0,39
others touch you or say anything?"
I shake my head. "Those bastards encouraged him." I prop my chin on my bent knees, sending water sloshing about in the bath. I hate how those guards made me feel like I wasn't worth anything but a quick fuck.
Eryk's strong hand slides over my shoulder and squeezes lightly. He leans in for a kiss. “He will pay for touching you.”
I shift to meet his lips, starving to taste more of him, missing his hands and lips on me. I cup the side of his face with my wet hand, but he doesn't seem to mind. His tongue pushes against mine, and they twirl in a powerful dance. I quiver all over, my nipples aching for him, my pussy clenching. How can my body react so fast to him?
A spark of energy zips between our mouths, and he snarls, his aura pulsing with his dominance.
A low husky growl rolls over his throat like he’s fighting his own attraction. “Licia.” His voice is deep and velvety, calling to me.
From the beginning, I’ve battled against him, pushed him away, hated him, yet he never unleashed his grip over me. And now I’m torn between the unbearable desire blossoming inside me for him, and reminding myself he’s the Prince of Midnight Court. He needs me to obey, to kneel for him, and I’m not sure if I can do that.
I sense him pulling away, but despite my misgivings, I want him with me, in me, and a shudder of need surges through me.
"Please," I beg as I plunge his large hand under the water and guide it between my legs.
He growls, his breaths coming out ragged, and I burn up just from hearing the sound of his arousal awakening.
Deft fingers pry my lips apart, and I widen my legs for his easy access. I don't know what's gotten into me, but I crave Eryk, I long for him to bring me the kind of bliss I felt in his bedroom.
Two fingers slide over my heat, flicking me.
I clutch onto the edge of the barrel tub, the wooden edges digging into my hands. But I don’t care. Not when the sensation has me moaning so loudly that everyone in the kingdom will hear me. I arch back and he kisses me, devouring my lips as I rock my hips in an effort for him to reach into me.
He gently tugs at my inner lips, unleashing a wave of exhilarating anguish I don’t expect, and I cry out. He pushes one finger into me, then another. I whimper as he pumps into me, sloshing water about the tub, but his assault shoots me straight to the stars.
"That's my girl." He thrusts faster, the friction like a sparking fire, except it's me who’s alight.
I groan and rock my hips back and forth when he suddenly pulls his hand free. I can't move or breathe as I watch him stand and grab a towel to wipe his hands. A moan of protest falls from my mouth.
"When I return, that's how I want to see you. Naked, spread for me, and your tight little pussy glistening with juices."
"Why are you leaving?" I whisper, my body desperate for his return.
He laughs, the sound so glorious and evil because he knows exactly what impact he has over me.
"That’s just mean."
He winks in a sexy way that has me clenching my thighs.
"No touching yourself until I return. Understand?"
Swallowing, I hold my breath, unsure if I can wait with the liquid fire coiled so tight around my core. I might combust.
I want to scream at Eryk. He's demanding. Rough. Dominating. And he’s just walked out on me.
Eryk
What the fuck happened? One second I'm marching in the bathroom to get information from Licia, the next I'm fingering her tight pussy and getting so hard my head spins.
My balls are fucking tight and ache. Now, all I can think about is Licia naked in the water, those rosy-tipped breasts bouncing, my hand gliding over her silkiness. She was so wet inside, so fucking horny, and I gave her what she craved… almost.
After finding I had taken her for the first time, I’d intended to leave her alone to recover, so her arousal surprised me. It took every inch of my strength to not get into the tub with her and fuck her brains out.
But I had to steal away to deal with the problem at hand. My minx will be there when I return, and I’ll make her scream