Page 70 of A Sword of Ice
“Iona…” His hand tangled into her silver curls, gripping and tugging her closer. She breathed through her nose, allowed him a few seconds to take control as he forced her against him. Up and down, he found a vicious rhythm. Her tongue sucked and licked the underside of his dick, her hand coming up to cup his balls, which were pulled back tightly.
“Fuck!” His roar seemed to rumble through the entire room. He grabbed her by the shoulders and ripped her away from him, pulling her straight to her feet and shoving her back against the wall. It was a dance between them, a fight for dominance.
When he knelt in front of her, he yanked off her boots and pulled her pants, peeling them from her legs until she was bare before him. His canines snapped, nipping against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, grazing over every inch of her skin until his face was level with her soaking folds.
She braced her hands against his shoulders and bit her bottom lip. He looked up at her through bright lashes, a mischievous grin splaying on his mouth. A mouth he brought close to her pussy. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of her.
“A fucking gift from Mana,” he said, grabbing her thighs and spreading them wider. “I could bury myself in your juices all fucking day.” Then his tongue darted out and licked her from the bottom up to her clit, where he grazed his teeth against the bundle of nerves, sucking it between them.
Iona cried out, bucking her hips against his face. He tortured her, his tongue and teeth driving her up the heights of pleasure while his hand thumbed across her skin and up higher, sliding against her folds right before he plunged in.
She cried out loudly, not caring if the whole fucking boat heard her. She worked her hips against him, riding the digit and his tongue, aching for release. But he pulled back, and a protest was on the tip of her tongue before he grabbed her by the backs of the thighs and pulled her down. They fell to the floor, Julius’ body rocking the boat, and her straddling his face.
“Ride my face,” he ordered, his beard scraping against her thighs.
She groaned and obeyed, rolling her hips against his mouth as he lapped up her juices, swallowing down the evidence of her need. He sucked one fold into his mouth while he worked his finger inside her, stretching her tight channel until her thighs trembled and all but clamped against his face.
He growled against her, the vibration pulsing her clit. She was close, so close to the edge. She was coming…
Julius pulled away and she groaned in frustration, reaching down to dig her fingers through his hair, tugging furiously. “If you don’t make me come right fucking now…”
He chuckled and pushed her down the length of his body.
“Julius…” she complained.
He sat up and she ended up straddling his waist. He reached for the hem of his tunic and pulled it over his shoulders, baring his delicious, muscular body to her. Her fingers itched to explore, but he began to wiggle his pants off, and she shifted to help him toss everything off until he was naked beneath her. Then his fingers went to her cloak and top, nearly ripping the material in his haste to get it off of her.
When she was bare above him, he laid back against the floor, his pupils flaring with desire as he took in her body. His gaze roved over her appreciatively, stopping at her breasts, and then going higher to meet her gaze.
“You’re perfect, mate,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips and setting her over his erection. “Perfect for me.” He pulled her down gently, so his cock teased the entrance of her folds. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into you. Can’t wait for your screams to rock this fucking boat.”
“Do it,” she challenged, dropping her hips so the head of him pressed into her a fraction. “Make me yours. Make everybody on this boatjealousand desire what we have.” She pushed down against him and his head dropped back against the floor.
“Fuck, yes, Iona. You’re perfect, you hear me? Perfect.”
She placed her palms against his chest and rolled her hips, pushing all the way in. His hips rose to meet her, plunging to the hilt inside.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Fill me up. Fuck me, Julius, fuck me now.”
And then he began to move at a savage rhythm. He didn’t relent, didn’t slow down. He grabbed her hips and moved her up and down, using her against his dick. She was so full, so incredibly full. Every time he pulled her down, her clit slapped against his flesh, making her ache and cry out, writhing against him and desperate for that friction.
He swelled inside her, his nostrils flaring like he was angry and aroused in equal measure. She cried out, sure she was screaming his name with each thrust.
“Come for me.” He slammed her down against him. “Come.”
Her body had been on the precipice since they started, and at his command, Iona fell, slumping against his chest, thighs tightening around him, as she rode of the wave. He pumped in and out of her, prolonging the sensation until he swelled and cried out, bursting and releasing his seed inside her.
Still he moved his hips, trying to drag the pleasure out for as long as possible. One hand reached up and tugged her towards him where he took her mouth in a rough kiss before breaking away and nipping her neck.
She felt the bite of his canines a moment later, sharp teeth piercing past the barrier of skin and digging into her flesh. Her body soared, pleasure and pain mingling together. Magic erupted into cresting waves around them, and she felt the first soft sprinkles of snowfall against their skin. Her magic responding to the overwhelming sensations.
Her own lips pressed against his pulse, and she felt her canines lengthening in her mouth. They grazed the tender flesh at his neck.
“Yes,” he breathed, begged.
Who was she to resist?
Her teeth sunk into him and magic exploded all over again, his taste erupting against her tongue. He was all leather and woods and ale. He was summertime, grass and sunlight bursting against her tongue in a flavorful explosion. She groaned as she felt their bond settle into place. A sliver of him nesting inside her, a part of his soul intertwining itself with hers in a tight, firm, unbreakable knot.
