Page 51 of Gifted to the Frost King

I nod my agreement. “Please.”

Releasing my breasts, he trails kisses down my middle. His knees hit the side of the bed as he lowers himself to my center. Propping myself up on my elbows, I take in the sight of his white hair and crown nestled between my outstretched thighs. He breathes against my pussy, and I let out a whimper.

“Tell me what you want, Dove.”

His icy fingers trail up my inner thighs before hooking underneath them and gently tilting me up and back. I’m bared to his hungry eyes. His chest rises and falls as he breathes me in fully. My face heats again, but I’m not embarrassed. I love the way he looks at me. This only feels right with him—I feel safe.

That knowledge loosens my tongue.

“I want you to taste me.”

He groans.

“Where?”

“My pussy.” The snowflake hums in agreement and encourages me to be bold. “And then I want to taste you too.”

Frosty’s eyes blaze as he stares up at me. His hands tighten on the underside of my thighs.

“You’d take me into your sweet mouth?” he purrs. “Taste me with your tongue until I spill down your pretty throat.”

“Y—yes,” I whimper.

The erotic picture that makes—me before him on my knees while he powers in and out of my waiting mouth—causes morearousal to slide from me. It drips down my thighs and soaks the sheets below me.

I was already on edge. I know it won’t take long to reach my peak. His hands find my backside and haul me closer. I grip the sheets to stay upright.

“That will have to wait until another night. I need to be inside your cunt more than my next breath.” He throws me a wicked grin. “But first, I need you to come all over my face.”

I scream as his mouth lowers on me. Lips and tongues devour me alive. He holds me tight to his face like I’m a feast he can’t get enough of. His tongue licks me from top to bottom, even nudging my back entrance, to which I let out a squeal. He sucks my clit into his mouth before swirling his tongue into my entrance.

He alternates between the two to pull every ounce of pleasure from my body. My heart pounds, and a thin sheen of sweat coats me. My fingers thread through his white hair and hold him to me as I grind against his seeking tongue. I watch him slip a cold finger into my entrance. His cool skin heightens my pleasure. It is not long before he slips another inside of me, and I delight in the burning stretch.

Hooking them expertly, my hips wriggle as stars dance behind my eyes. Every muscle grows taut as he sucks my clit. Nipping at it with his blunted fangs, I toss my head back. With one last curl of his fingers, I erupt, shivering and shouting on the bed. I have no concept of the words or names I call him. My body is no longer tethered to this world. I float through my pleasure and land gently on a cloud.

After a moment, I realize my thighs have locked around his head. Spent, I let them fall, noting the indentations of his crown against my inner thighs. His tongue replaces his fingers at my center and eagerly licks up every last drop of my spend. Lookingup at me, I shiver at the sight of his mouth smeared with my wetness.

Placing one last gentle kiss on my thigh, he prowls back up my body. Sharing my taste with me, his tongue curls with mine and teases it into submission. He slides us up the bed until my head rests on an overstuffed pillow. With my muscles completely relaxed, I watch through half-lidded eyes as he shucks his pants.

My mouth goes dry at the sight of him. His cock is enormous—not large enough to fear but large enough to know the stretch will be intense. His pale blue shaft is decorated with raised veins that give way to a dark blue head. A bead of moisture leaks from the tip, and I lick my lips.

“Tempting little thing,” he groans. “You are mine, Dove.”

“Yes,” I hiss as he grips his length. I feel his blunt head press against my entrance. “Claim me, my mate.”

He howls into my neck as he gently pushes into me. There is a slight pinch, one we both acknowledge with a firm kiss. Slowly, he sheathes himself inside of me until we are flush with each other. The fullness steals my breath. Everything feels right. Golden light wraps around us and fuses us together. This is how we were always meant to be—one.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

His voice is strained and tinged with worry. I nod, cupping his face in my hands.

“Make love to me,” I demand. “Fuck me.”

With a bruising kiss, he does just that. I feel his hips pull back before they gently push back into me. He is slow with his thrusts at first until I moan into his mouth. That sets him off, and I feel his primal side come out. He powers in and out of me with devastating efficiency. I just reached my peak, and now my body is heading towards another more devastating climax.

My hands fall to his back and roam lower. I cup his backside, urging him to move faster, harder. I meet every brutal thrust hegives me. I raise my hips so that he may spear in deeper. His cock butts up against my womb, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. It’s perfect—obscenely so.

“Such a tight cunt,” he growls. “You were made for me.”

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