Page 82 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“Yes.” He panted.
Adorra smiled as she began to feel her body clench around his hard length. He was hitting every spot and filling her completely.
“Coax me until I spill my seed into you.” Mathar’s voice turned dark and seductive as his a fire burned in those onyx eyes of his.
Mathar watched Adorra’s head tilt back as her nipples bounced in front of his face. He wasn’t entirely sure who was claiming who here. She was a goddess gone wild. Her silky fold of flesh welcomed his cock with every single thrust.
When she began to clamp down over his cock, he groaned. She was possessing him, and he was just laying there and letting her. Using his grip on her buttocks, he drew her up until only the tip of his cock was inside her sheath. She slammed herself back down on him until her hot flesh slapped into his groan.
Adorra panted above him, her head falling forward, and her long brown hair falling around their faces, shielding them from the room until it was only them.
Their eyes collided and neither of them could look away, even when their climax rocked through them. It was only them.
Adorra woke to find the spot next to her on the bed vacant. She was glad Mathar wasn’t there. One moment she was pushing him away, and the very next she was spreading her thighs for him. Not only was he an ice giant, but he was a killer… just a man for hire.
Flipping over, she buried her face in the soft pillow and groaned. What would Edmund think? She was sleeping with his killer.
“But he’s so nice.” She moped into the pillow.
Mathar really was. The way he saw to her needs wasn’t how she’d expect a murderer to be. He could snap her neck with a flick of his fingers, but he’d always handled her gently like she was a delicate flower. She needed to figure out her emotions when it came to Mathar because this was getting confusing and quickly. She felt like she should hate him, but she got the feeling there wasn’t a single thread of hate in her heart.
He’d either saved her life or killed an innocent man.
Adorra rolled back onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, but she wasn’t about to figure this all out on an empty stomach. What she needed was some food to munch on. She always thought better with a full stomach.
With a groan, Adorra rolled out of bed in a less than a ladylike manner. She slumped out of bed. The area between her legs were sore from the way she’d ridden Mathar. Leave it to him when it came to turning her into a lust-driven being.
She wanted to blame the raging snowstorm of last night, the firelight, and her being naked and wet from her bath, but she knew it hadn’t just been that.
Adorra threw on another of the fur dresses, happy that it was simple and didn’t take her years to slip on with three handmaidens helping her. Life up here was a little more simple and so far… enjoyable.
Adorra quickly ran her hands through her hair, slipped her feet into a pair of shoes, and then headed out to the great hall. It was time to have some breakfast and see what everyone was up to today.
