Page 77 of Frost and Death
A lift of his features, one of the first I’ve seen in over a week, appears, and my heart skips, seeing the desire flash behind his eyes.
“I want you right now.”
His voice lowers, deep and sensual.
The desire from his statement has my thighs clenching.
“Y-You do?” I ask, my heart rate increasing as those golden eyes simmer with the promise of pleasure.
He nods slowly, his hands bracing the mirror. “I want to fulfill every fantasy I’ve ever had of you.”
I glance around, unsure of how he intends to fulfill such a declaration.
Embarrassment has me stating the obvious, hating to dampen his mood while also hating myself for saying it aloud. “B-But you aren’t here.”
“Yes, I am,” he says, tilting his head to the side with a sensual smile.
His mahogany hair moves with him, and he shakes it away from his face. “And I want you to take your clothes off right here, right now.”
“Let me have this.”
My mouth falls as arousal thickens Niko’s voice.
The blood in my veins turns hot and heavy underneath his gaze, and I bite my lip.
Niko licks his lips, a hand drifting down to rub himself. “Deities, I want this with yousobadly.”
Niko’s words drive me into glancing around, a cold sweat breaking along my brow as I search for something to rest Mother’s mirror on. I find a few candlesticks and grab my emptied chamber pot, carrying Niko with me as he palms himself.
“Sweet Makers, I wish that was my hand,” I confess.
His eyes meet mine. “That’s what I’m imagining and have imagined ever since we met.”
“Deities, same,” I admit as I brace the mirror against the chamber pot, as well as the candlesticks, giving Niko a full view of me and I a full view of him.
I’m breathless as we study each other, unsure of what to do next.
Niko seems to feel the same because he says, “I never imagined our first time like this.”
I nod, my words running dry, not knowing what to do—what to say. All I do know is I would love to be chased into ecstasy.
Staccato notes flutter in my pulse as I sit, my hands clammy and sweaty as I rub them up and down my thighs.
Niko braces one hand against the mirror, his other still rubbing himself through his clothes, and I itch to see the fullness of him.
The thought has me clenching my insides.
“Lean back, Tee,” Niko commands.
I do what he says, dragging my dressing robe up the length of my legs.
“Open your robe. Let me see you,” he urges as he leans into the mirror, his lips almost kissing the glass.
I keep one hand on my leg, bunching the fabric up around my hips as I drape my sleeves down my sides, revealing my breasts.
Niko chokes out, “S-Sweet Makers.”
I bite my lip again, a little shy and embarrassed, self-consciously almost covering myself, but Niko hisses, “Deities, please touch yourself.”
