Page 114 of Burning Ice
Kylix growled, low and hungry, his breath fanning hot against Mirel’s hip.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and dragged the underwear down slowly, inch by inch, the soft fabric catching slightly on Mirel’s thighs. Skin revealed inch by inch, pale, smooth, flushed darker near the base. The leaking tip left a glistening smear along his stomach. Mirel’s cock bounced free, red at the crown, wet. Kylix let his breath fan over it before he moved.
He licked the bead from the slit, first a flick, then a slow drag that circled the crown, teasing the ridge before tasting him again. The flavor made his cock throb in his trousers.
“Fuck,” Mirel gasped, hand curling against the glass.
Kylix wrapped a hand around the base, squeezing gently as he dragged his tongue down the underside, tracing the vein with a slow, filthy moan. Then he took him in, deep, wet, merciless.
Mirel jolted. His back hit the glass. His hips twitched.
Kylix swallowed him to the root, cheeks hollowing with every pull. His tongue flicked under the shaft with each descent, then circled the slit like he wanted to memorize the taste. His other hand pinched a nipple through the gown, rolling it until Mirel moaned outright.
“Sensitive,” he muttered between sucks. “Fucking perfect.”
Mirel whimpered, legs trembling. “So good, feels, feels so good.”
Kylix hummed around him, the sound deep and deliberate, letting the vibration roll through his throat and into Mirel’s core. He could feel every twitch, the jump against his tongue, the quiver in Mirel’s stomach under his palm. One hand rolled his balls, slow and certain, as the pressure built.
“Please… Kylix…”
Kylix pulled off with a slick pop. His lips were swollen, chin damp.
“That little beg,” he said with a cruel smirk, licking his lower lip. “Next time, I’m keeping you in my mouth until you come. I want you pulsing on my tongue, sobbing for it. And you’ll thank me for every goddamn second.”
He stood. Kissed him hard.
Then shoved him down.
Mirel landed with a breathless noise, legs parted, chest rising fast.
Kylix spat into his hand, slicked his fingers, and dragged them between Mirel’s thighs. A slow circle at the rim, then one finger in, deep.
Mirel gasped, back arching.
Kylix crooked it, found the spot that made Mirel jolt, added a second, scissoring gently. Mirel moaned, raw and wanting.
“You’re going to take me so well,” Kylix murmured, voice low with heat. “Open for me, just like that.”
Mirel sighed, breathless and eager. A third finger, slow and deep, stretching him fully. Mirel gasped, hips twitching, jaw tight, then exhaled, chest rising with every roll of Kylix’s wrist.
“You feel that?” Kylix rasped. “Taking all of me already. Perfect.”
When he was sure, when Mirel was slick and twitching and ready, he aligned himself.
They didn’t slow. Couldn’t.
Kylix slammed into him, grinding deep. Mirel cried out, eyes blown, head thrown back. Sweat beaded on his neck. Every thrust carved heat into the glass. The frost outside curled and bloomed as if alive.
Mirel’s toes curled. His fingers slipped. “Kylix, ah, please.”
The next stroke made him sob.
Kylix took his cock in one hand, stroking hard while he pounded into him. “You going to come for me, pretty thing? Paint your stomach while I flood your ass?”
Mirel moaned. Shivered. His eyes glazed.
And then one of them went pale blue. Not just blue. Frost.
