Page 44 of A Bond of Ice and Glass
“I spent every moment wondering if you’d remember me. If you’d hate me for not stopping them. If I’d even recognise you once I found you.”
I can hear the pain in his voice, and it breaks me.
“But gods, Maelena—you’re still her. You’re stillmine.”
His hands find my waist again, and mine twist through his hair. He slides down my hips and wraps my legs around him, anchoring me to him like he’s afraid I’ll disappear again.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasps against me. “Not tonight. Not after everything.”
I tighten my legs around him. “You won’t, but I need to feel you. Don’t hold back, Erax. I need it. I needyou.”
Something snaps inside him. A growl rumbles from his throat, low and raw, as if my words have undone him.
He yanks my dress up over my hips, and his cock presses hard against me, thick and hot through his trousers. He grinds into me once, and I gasp, the friction enough to make my back arch and my breath stutter.
“Sowet for me already,” he breathes against my throat, but his voice trembles.
“Erax—”
“Shh,” he warns, dragging his lips down my neck, across my collarbone. “Let me taste what they tried to take from me.”
He kisses lower. My breast, my ribs, my hips, and then?—
Oh gods.
His mouth is on me, hot and starving.I cry out, clutching the sheets as his tongue slides slowly through my folds. His grip is bruising on my thighs, spreading me wider, grounding me like I might vanish beneath him.
“Gods, I’ve missed this,” he rasps against me, voice ragged with hunger. “The way you taste. The way you melt for me.”
He licks again, slowly, then sucks my clit into his mouth with maddening control. My legs tremble around him as my breath shatters.
“You still open for me like this,” he groans, dragging his tongue in lazy circles. “Like your body never forgot who it belongs to.”
I choke on a moan. “Please… don’t tease me.”
I’m going to go insane if he keeps teasing me like this.
I just want himinsideme.
He rises, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, his eyes burning. “You begged like that the first time too.”
He frees himself, and my breath catches. He’s so thick and hard. He’s perfect. Then he’s above me again, lining himself at my entrance, rubbing against me in slow, torturous strokes.
“I should take my time with you,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Really make you beg for it.”
“I alreadyam,” I pant. “Please, Erax…I need to feel you.” My voice breaks, and tears sting my eyes. “I need to remember us.”
He stills, his thumb brushing my cheek. “I never forgot us, Mist.”
And then he thrusts in, hard and fast, like he’s reclaiming a lost part of him.
I cling to him as my body stretches around him, welcoming him back like it was always meant to. He groans low in his throat, forehead falling to mine.
“You feel like home,” he murmurs, holding inside me.
He stays there for a moment, his breath shaking against my cheek like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he moves too fast. But I need him to. I tilt my hips, and we both gasp.
“Move, Erax. Please, just…move.”
