Page 47 of Frost and Felines

"Still okay?" he murmured against her mouth, his voice low and steady, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Yes, keep going," she breathed, her fingers tangling in the soft fabric of his shirt.

He growled softly as his hand drifted lower, his touch possessive but reverent. His fingers grazed the hem of her sweater, and he paused, raising an eyebrow in question.

"May I?"

She nodded, her breath hitching as he tugged the sweater over her head, leaving her in just her bra and jeans. His eyes darkened as he stared at her, his gaze raking over her body like she was something precious and beautiful.

"You’re stunning," he said, his voice rough with desire.

She blushed, heat creeping up her neck. "You’re not so bad yourself."

He grinned, that playful glint returning to his eyes as he leaned down to kiss her again. His hands worked quickly, undoing the clasp of her bra, and tossing it aside. Her breath caught as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

She trembled when his mouth found her breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips as he lavished attention on her breasts, his hands roaming her body with a confidence that left her weak. When he finally moved lower, kissing a path down her stomach, she couldn’t help but squirm.

"Kieran," she breathed, her fingers threading through his hair as he settled between her thighs.

He looked up at her, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief and something deeper, more intense. "Should I keep going?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled down her jeans and underwear in one fluid motion. His mouth soon found her most sensitive spot, his tongue sliding against her in slow, deliberate strokes. Her back arched off the bed, a cry escaping her as pleasure shot through her.

"Oh, God," she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.

"That’s it," he murmured, not slowing down.

She laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he worked her toward the edge. When she finally fell apart, her body trembling with pleasure, he didn’t stop. His tongue continued to lap at her, drawing out every last shudder until she was a boneless heap on the bed.

He kissed his way back up her body, his lips brushing against her heated skin. "You doing okay?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with concern.

"More than okay," she said, her voice shaky.

He smirked, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked over at her. "Good. Because I’m not done with you yet."

Her breath hitched at the promise in his tone. "What did you have in mind?"

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "I’m going to make you forget everything but me."

"Bold words," she teased, her heart pounding.

"I’m a bold man," he replied as he quickly removed his clothes, and moved his body on top of hers.

Her laughter turned into a gasp as his lips found hers again, his body pressing firmly against hers. She clutched at him, her mind spinning with a mix of desire and something deeper, something she wasn’t ready to name just yet. But for now, she didn’t need to think. She just needed to feel. And with Kieran, she felt electric.

He pulled back from her lips, hovering over her. His auburn hair fell slightly into his eyes as he looked down at her with a mix of desire and intensity. His body was warm and solid against hers, the weight of him grounding her in the moment. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her.

His eyes locked with hers, searching for any sign of hesitation. "Still sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down her spine.

She nodded, her breath catching in her throat. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. She felt the tip of him press against her, and then he was slowly, deliberately pushing into her. She gasped as he filled her, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside her. The stretch was intense, overwhelming, and yet so incredibly right. She could feel every ridge, every pulse of him as he held still, letting her adjust to his size.

"You feel amazing," he murmured, his voice thick with need. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he began to move.

At first, his thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one drawing out a breathy moan from her lips. Her fingers clenched the sheets beneath her, her body arching into his as he set a steady, unhurried pace. She could feel the pleasure building with each stroke, a delicious tension coiling in her core.

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