Winter's Bride - Candace Wondrak Page 0,46
time, there was nothing holding us back, no clothes hindering our movements. We were all greedy, grasping hands and hungry mouths. We were two lost souls, coming together, trying to create something new. This, becoming one with Abner, was inevitable in every single way.
He tore his mouth off mine, and I turned my head somewhat when he brought his lips to my neck, paying special attention to the crook of it, showering it with kisses and making me shiver. His body was cool, yes—of course it radiated the same coldness it always did, but as we went on, I could feel him growing warmer.
That, or perhaps I simply got used to his coldness.
A sigh left me when his hands roamed my chest, his smooth palms grazing my nipples. He pawed at them, cupping them, holding them as he returned his mouth to mine, swallowing up any groans that dared escape my throat. I felt his hardness pressing against me, felt the aching in my core; I wanted him. I wanted him so much all logical thought had flown from my mind.
If this was wrong, I didn’t want to be right.
I spread my legs beneath him, needing him in a desperate way I couldn’t say I’d ever felt before. My whole body felt alive, which wasn’t to say it didn’t feel alive before, but here and now… it was like every touch, every kiss, every single thing that was done caused my nerves and my muscles to burn with a desire I never knew was possible.
That merchant’s son? Let’s just say it hadn’t exactly been a great time. For him, sure—he found his happy ending. But me? No, and until now I used to think that was just how it was supposed to be. I never knew I could want something this bad, that having another man’s touch on me, his mouth on mine, could feel so unbelievably good.
Abner lifted his mouth off mine, staring down at me with eyes that appeared more silver than grey, more reflective than they should be since we were in the dark with nothing but a sliver of moonlight and the dull glowing ice on the walls. His stare was a god’s stare, inhuman, supernatural, and stunningly beautiful.
He took on a half-lidded look, and I felt him lift his body off mine somewhat, one of his hands leaving my chest to reach between us. If I had to guess, I’d say he was stroking himself, once, maybe twice, before positioning his cock at my entrance. I’d seen it, and honestly I had no idea how something like that would fit inside of me; it was quite sizable. At least bigger than that poor merchant’s boy’s cock.
I should not be thinking of my first time, not when I was about to have sex with a literal god, I knew, but I couldn’t control the direction my mind went. It was going crazy with need, and I knew the only thing that would calm it down, the only thing that would settle the fires burning deep inside of me was to feel that large cock filling me up in a way a smaller one never could.
Once his bulbous tip started poking in, Abner removed his hand from his rod, once more leaning over me as he pushed inside. Our eyes locked, both of us breathing hard. It was a slow, deliberate movement, his first thrust to fill my core, and I let out a short moan once he was fully inside, hilt-deep in me.
Oh, gods. I forgot what it was like—although I suppose I could argue with myself and tell myself there was no way the merchant’s son had felt like this. This was ecstasy in the highest degree, the kind of bliss you could only dream of. He filled me, and my body felt complete.
Abner leaned his forehead on mine, breathing raggedly. He said not a word, just as speechless as I was, but he did start to move his hips, dragging that length out of me before pushing it back in. He took on a slow rhythm, and each thrust of those hips pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
The coolness seeping from his skin, including the cock nestled deep inside me, was at war with the heat I felt. Combine them, and it was just too much. Too much for my poor body to handle.
It did not take me long to find a release. Perhaps it was because of the fact I was