Page 38 of Gifted to the Frost King

Lowering to his knees, large hands lock around my hips and drag me forward. My own hands help shuck my skirts until they are up around my waist. Air blows against the heated skin of my pussy. Frosty’s hands go to my inner thighs and gently slide them apart, revealing me to him.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re perfect here, too.”

“Frosty,” I sigh.

His warm fingers trace up and down my inner thighs. Goosebumps break out over my skin. He skims his nose up my flesh, inhaling deeply the closer he gets to my center. I feel his stare on me like a touch.

“Pink and pretty. Does your pussy taste as sweet as your mouth?”

I throw my head back and open my legs wider.

“Find out.”

He chuckles sensually before I feel his tongue lick up my slit. With a cry, I slide my fingers through his hair. The metal of his crown is cold against my skin. I like that he keeps it on. To have a king before me on his knees, pleasuring me with his mouth, is a sight that sends hot shivers down my spine.

His hands go under my thighs and gently lift me. His mouth descends on my pussy. He gently kisses me at first before his tongue explores me fully. The expert muscle swirls around my entrance, dipping inside and tasting me. Moans fall from my lips as he works me.

Splaying my hands out behind me, I lift my hips to grind against his face. He chuckles, the vibrations skimming along my skin. His tongue finds my clit and gently massages it. A lone finger dips into my opening. It gently prods inside, once, twice, before being coated in my wetness and pushing in fully.

The stretch is decadent. My arms nearly give out behind me. Every thought empties from my head. There is only him and I in this moment. The pleasure waiting on the other side of this mountain may kill me. It would be a sweet way to go.

“My perfect Dove is delicious here, too. Sent to torture me with her soft sighs and tight little cunt.”

“Please,” I whimper

Frosty tosses my legs over his shoulder and palms my backside. His fingers mold it as he devours me. Licking and biting until every muscle in my body is tightening. My snowflake flares to life in a beam of white light. My toes curl, and my thighs clamp down around his head.

“I—I’m—I?—”

“Come on my face,” he commands. “Let me taste every drop of you.”

His mouth is everywhere, biting and sucking. The sloppy, wet sounds from me echo around us in the quiet library. His hands reach up and find my breasts, gently tweaking my nipples. My head falls back, and I give over to sensation.

Fire erupts in my veins and licks over my whole body. I jump off the mountain and am awash in pleasure.

“Frosty!” I scream. It’s the only word I know.

My legs are locked around his head as I move my hips up and down to grind out every last drop of pleasure. My arms give out behind me, and I fall to the library table in a heap of quivering muscles. Pleasure races through me, causing me to twitch.

I’ve never felt like this in my life. Not only am I relaxed and satiated, I feel…complete. Whole in a way I have never been before. As I watch Frosty rise from between my legs and lick my wetness from his lips, a fresh wave of arousal rolls through me.

He looms over me, taking in my exposed breasts to the skirts still hiked up around my thighs. My eyes shift to the noticeable bulge in his pants. I’m transfixed by it. Reaching out, he takes my hand and settles it atop his hard cock.

“This is what you do to me. Anytime I’m near you, this is your effect on me.”

I sigh and give him a gentle squeeze.

He snarls before taking my hand away and threading his fingers through mine. Leaning down, he kisses my cheek and forehead before capturing my lips.

“That will have to wait for another time.” His lips pull into a grin. “You know, I never liked that nickname—Frosty. But hearing you say it with my tongue buried in your pussy I may have just changed my mind.”

I laugh before playfully smacking at his chest.

When he lets out a pained groan, I quickly sit up. Frosty coughs as a hand goes to his heart. The muscles in his body tense, and I know what’s about to happen. The feral gleam in his eyes returns with a vengeance.

“Go, Dove. I need to return to my room, and I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Quickly righting my gown, I slide from the table. I pause before heading to the door. The King watches me with wide eyes as I kiss him gently, conveying all I need to with that brief touch.

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