Page 18 of Obsidian and Frost
I steadied myself, then slid my hands up and pressed my palms over his forearms while he remained locked to me, his hands wrapped around my upper arms.
“This is going to feel strange and disconcerting.”
“I’ve been meaning to experiment more. Sounds perfect.”
My God, he was another level.
I pulled on my power, feeling my connection to the frost surging through me.
It registered my command, much like when I pulled back my Dark Fae power after using it.
And then I began the draw to pull it back, my magic traveling down his forearms and toward his hands and the place where they were currently glued to my upper arms.
Several moments passed and I saw Lazriel looking on seemingly enchanted.
The frost began to crack at the site, around his hands, delicate fractures spidering outward.
I pushed harder and felt it start to give, slivers loosening and dissolving into the air as warmth slowly returned to his skin, other parts melting away.
A groan escaped him and I looked up at him again to see his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Ah… shit… cocksucker… that’s… ungh.”
His left hand came free and he slammed it down on the wall beside my head then leaned in over me, groaning and struggling to handle the sensations.
“Like liquid heat… and not just at the site… shit, woman.”
A tremble went through me and it most definitely wasn’t the unwelcome kind.
I somehow managed to continue, working on his right hand, even as he shuddered against me and shifted his weight. A gasp escaped me as I felt his hard cock pressing against my lower stomach.
When his right hand came free, he suddenly lashed out with it in an unchecked, primal way and grasped my thigh in a harsh grip, yanking on it and curling it around his hip.
It was hot as fuck.Soraw and intense.
I’d never felt anything like it.
I’d never imagined wanting anything like it.
I didn’t pull away. I didn’t do anything to stop it.
It was the opposite, and I softened against the wall as he ground against me.
With the shift in position, him holding my thigh, essentially holding me open, it was right on point, his cock rubbing right against my core and sending sparks of sharp pleasure through me.
“Lazriel,” I panted.
He stilled.
And then he released my thigh and blew back with a startling burst of vampire speed, smashing into the other side of the alcove, which was barely six feet away, so it had him jarring painfully, a curse escaping him.
His eyes were flaming gold with the sign of being right on the verge of shifting.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“You just had an episode and I’m… I didthat.”
