Page 47 of Winter Queen
Tamara snickers. “I’ll leave you two to it. Ball starts in half an hour, don’t take too long.”
With a knowing wink, she leaves and closes the door behind her.
“They’re my boobs,” I challenge Frost. “They’re attached to my body. You can’t have them.”
“Oh, I can’t?” He slowly stalks towards me, his eyes fixed on my chest. “Are you sure?”
Heat is flushing through my body as his words take full effect. His sultry voice isn’t helping, neither is the fire burning in his eyes.
I swallow and square my shoulders. This is going to be fun.
“I think you need to prove it,” I challenge him.
“With pleasure,” he whispers huskily and a moment later, he pushes me without warning and I land on my back on the bed. My arms stretch to both sides as I try to cushion the fall – not that it’s needed with a mattress this soft – and the fabric of the dress rips.
I lift my head to stare at the damage.
Fuck.
The lace is gone and my breasts are now fully exposed.
Frost is laughing heavily and I glare at him – and at the dress. Who came up with this provocative design? And who made it rippable?
I pull up some of the fabric from below, but it’s too tight around my chest and doesn’t budge at all.
“Don’t move, I want to enjoy the view,” Frost tells me, his voice filled with both laughter and desire.
Resigned to my fate – and very much looking forward to it – I lean back again, my arms outstretched, my boobs in full view.
Frost stalks towards the bed and climbs on the mattress, his knees on either side of me. He looks like he’s about to devour me whole. I shiver and pleasant tingles run all over my skin.
“Don’t move,” he whispers, but it’s not necessary. I have no intention to change my position. The way I’m exposed to him, unable to hide my naked skin, is exhilarating. He’s not even touching me, but I can feel the heat of his gaze as much as if his hands were running over my skin. The connection between us is vibrating somehow, as if the bond is telling us that it’s still there. Thanks, I didn’t need that reminder. I’m very aware of how close Frost is, of how he looks at me, of how he’s reaching out and…
I arch my back as his fingers touch my skin.
He chuckles in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that effect on a woman before.”
Trust me, I’ve not behaved like this before. Usually I need someone to touch me before I let go of my inhibitions like that. But right now, it’s different. I want him so much.
I sink back to the bed and promise myself I won’t react like –
He touches my skin again and I moan loudly. I can’t help it. It’s like his touch his enhanced a thousand-fold and my senses are telling me that he’s touching me in other places, between my legs, on my lips, but I know he’s not. He only has two fingers on my right breast, twirling my nipple between them.
“What’s going on?” I gasp as he begins to touch my other boob.
“I’m not sure, but I feel it too,” he whispers and nods towards his crotch. I lift my head and look down. He’s straining against his trousers, ready to be let out to play.
“Fuck me,” I moan. “Stop the foreplay. Just do it. I need it now.”
He nods sharply and leans back to take off his trousers. I moan again as soon as he stops touching me. I need more.
I don’t need to wait long though. He ruffles up the skirt of my dress and pulls it up. He doesn’t bother to pull down my panties, he simply rips them apart. Wow. Has he ever done that before? My thoughts are too heated to remember.
Then he’s within me, his cock hard and satisfying, pressing against my core, his hands on my breasts, his lips on my throat, his essence entwined with mine. We’re one, together.
I meet his lips, kissing him deeply, drowning in all the emotions he’s throwing at me. I can feel parts of him I’ve never felt before. Dreams… memories… thoughts…
He groans loudly and with a final thrust of his hips, he comes in me, and I around him, squeezing him tight with my thighs, my back arched against the mattress, riding the waves that press us together even more.
