Page 57 of Gifted to the Frost King

“You look like you want to ask me something.”

Dove reads me so easily, though I suppose my intent is obvious. Every muscle in my body is tense as I kneel before her. Staring up at her glowing face, I lick my lips and try to find the perfect words to convey what I wish to ask.

I am far too eager of a male because instead of speaking, my errant hands dig into my pocket and produce the small velvet box. Flipping open the top, Dove’s gasp is music to my ears as she takes in the ring. It is a simple silver band adorned with sapphires and diamonds. She looks at me, her mouth slightly open.

“I know it’s fast,” I say. “We still have much to learn about each other, but I want you to wear my ring as we do. I want everyone to know you are mind just as I am yours.”

Dove laughs, tears brimming in her dark eyes.

“A mate, a kingdom, and a marriage proposal. What more could today bring? A baby?”

My grin widens. She isn’t pregnant, not yet, at least.

“Soon, you will grow round with our child. I will happily keep trying until you do.”

Her delicate foot playfully pushes against my chest.

“You are incorrigible,” she giggles. “But I love you all the same. I want to marry you, Jack. I never want us to be apart.”

Her eyes soften.

“And I want my family brought here from our village at once.”

I nod. “I have already sent males and horses to retrieve them.”

Tears rim her wide eyes, and she holds her hand towards me. I gently take it and slide the ring onto her slender finger. It sparkles brilliantly. Placing a kiss on her hand, she sighs as I press another one along her wrist. My mouth travels upward, tasting every inch of her delicious skin.

She shivers as I get to her neck, biting and sucking along her delicate flesh. Her sweet scent invades my nostrils and coats my tongue. Her hands fall to my shoulders, encouraging me with her soft moans to keep going. My mouth travels higher to find hers. Once our lips touch, all gentleness is lost.

It is a fight to dominate the other's mouth. I revel in her submission as her tongue tangles with mine. Her small hand palms me over my pants, and I snarl against her. Breaking the kiss, she stares up at me with wild eyes.

“You said I could taste you the next time,” she reminds me.

“Dove,” I growl as she slides to the floor.

Her hands go to the thin straps of her nightgown and lower them. The silk pools around her waist as her breasts are bared. Her pink nipples are hard and beg for my mouth. If there wasn’t so much determination in her gaze, I’d gladly be on my knees before her.

If my mate wants me in her mouth, who am I to deny her?

She licks her lips before unbuttoning my pants. The pool around my ankles as my length juts out towards her. A gasp escapes her lips as she gently grips me. I could spend from the slight touch alone. Her pupils are blown wide as she stares up at me. The sight of her face partially obscured by my cock causes my heart to race.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispers.

Her hand glides along me from root to tip. I grit my teeth against the need rushing through me.

“That,” I groan. “Do that a bit harder.”

She pumps me roughly in her small. A bead of my seed leaks out from the tip. She stares at it transfixed before darting her pink tongue to catch it. Swallowing it down, she shivers at the taste. I can smell the delicious state of her pussy. She’s already wet for me.

“Take me into your mouth,” I urge. “Use your tongue—like when we kiss.”

Dove lowers her dark head and opens her mouth. Placing the blunt head of my cock on her tongue, I pulse with need as she gently tastes it. A moan vibrates from her throat, and the grip on my control slips.

Slowly, I move my hips forward, sheathing more of myself inside her hot, wet mouth. She groans, continuing to pump me with her hand as she takes me deeper. She licks over the veins of my cock and swirls her tongue around the tip. The seed leaking from me is quickly sucked down as her mouth makes slippery sounds along my hardness.

Her eagerness makes my head spin. To know I am the first and only male to have her like this sends a primal urge rushing through me. My hands spear through her dark hair, anchoring her mouth open as I use my hips to thrust along her tongue.

Saliva pours down my shaft as she continues to suck me. I hit the back of her throat, and she gags, her eyes watering. Pullingout, I open my mouth to apologize, but her brilliant smile stops me.

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