Page 27 of Winter Queen
I know what he means. I’m feeling bad about Crispin, and maybe I shouldn’t be making out with another Guardian. But I need some time to think everything through before I talk to Crispin again. He might still be flying anyway.
“Kiss me, you silly Guardian.”
“Of course, my Princess,” he says in mock reverence, and cups my cheeks, pulling me close. When his lips touch mine, I focus on it with all I can, pushing back the memories of what I just read, at least for a while. I’m going to deal with them later.
For now, I need to heal, so I can heal Crispin.
Frost is gentle, so different from his brother. His kiss is soft and loving, sweet and slow. It’s just what I need in this moment. He makes me feel good.
He removes one hand from my cheek and wraps it around my waist, readjusting my position until I’m sitting on his lap. Something hard is pressing against me from below and I smile against his kiss, knowing that this won’t stay tame.
I concentrate for a moment, focussing on the door. With a click, it locks, and I know that a yellow shine will be showing around it. My mum told me that trick – now, nobody will be able to enter or listen in. Privacy is important in a Palace full of gossiping servants and courtiers.
Satisfied that we’re going to be undisturbed, I slip my hands under his shirt and pull it up, breaking the kiss so he can take it off. I stare at his smooth, chiselled chest. He’s been training a lot recently, and it’s made his muscles even more defined. I run my hands over his abs, enjoying the feel of it. He’s gorgeous, inside out.
“Take off your clothes,” he says, his voice suddenly reminding me a lot of his brother’s. It makes me shudder in anticipation.
I pull my shirt over my head and he sucks in a breath. My seamstress made me several sets of lingerie, and I’m wearing my new favourite bra, made of a fabric that’s something of a mix between satin and lace. It’s delicate but strong enough to hold my breasts in the perfect position.
I have to get up to get out of my shoes and my black linen trousers. His gaze heats when he sees my matching panties. They don’t leave a lot to the imagination.
“Stay like that,” he tells me when I’ve stepped out of my trousers. He gets on his knees and wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer. He nudges me to spread my legs a little, giving him the perfect view. I shiver at the intensity of his gaze.
When his tongue touches my skin, I gasp. He licks at the spot just below my belly button, then slowly going down, grazing his teeth over the fabric of my panties. Why didn’t he take them off? Why didn’t I take them off?
He’s such a tease.
His hands are wandering to my arse, squeezing at the same time as his tongue reaches that most special spot. Despite the fabric, his touch is electrifying, making me quiver as he begins to suck on my bud. Goosebumps are racing up my body and I tangle my hands in his hair, pressing him harder against my skin, encouraging him to suck harder.
He chuckles and begins to flick his tongue back and forth, giving me new waves of pleasure. My breath is getting faster. He knows exactly how to touch me; he’s playing me like an instrument. His hands are massaging my cheeks, one finger precariously edging closer to my entrance.
I’m shaking. I won’t last for much longer.
His finger draws little circles, teasing me, making me moan loudly.
His tongue is getting faster and faster, before he suddenly sucks in hard at the same time as entering me with his finger. I come apart, screaming and quivering. His other hand is on the small of my back, steadying me as I ride the waves of that most amazing orgasm.
With one final flick of his tongue, he leans back, looking at the soaked fabric of my panties.
I sink to my knees, falling into his arms. He holds me gently while my breath slowly returns to normal. How did he manage this with me still being half dressed?
He runs his fingers over my bare arms, caressing my skin. His touch is so full of love that I can’t help but turn around and kiss him again, more passionate this time. I nudge his lips with my tongue until he opens his mouth, allowing me to enter. I soak in his taste, that sea salt scent, the feeling of the ocean. My magic is purring loudly in my chest, but I try and ignore her.
When I break the kiss, both of us are flushed and breathing heavily.
“Your turn,” I whisper. “Take off your jeans. And whatever you’re wearing underneath. If you’re wearing something.”
He gives me a suggestive wink and does as I asked. It doesn’t surprise me that he’s not wearing anything beneath his trousers. That seems to be a recurring theme with my men. They all seem to have an aversion to underwear.
His cock is hard, unsurprisingly.
“Sit down.”
Again, he follows my command and sits by my side, his cock pointing up, ready for attention. I smile and lean down, pressing a gentle kiss on his tip. His skin is soft and warm, and even here, he has that sea salt taste.
I take him into my mouth, slowly, teasingly. He groans as I touch him with my tongue, before taking him in deeper. He’s not as thick as his brother, but longer, I think. They’re not twins in every place, apparently.
I wrap a hand around his balls, admiring once again the softness of his skin.
