Page 54 of Ice King

Yet at the same time a different level of vulnerability existed when I was with him, but one that wouldn’t be admonished or made fun of.

And my God, the man could kiss like no other, dominating my tongue in a way that boosted the rush of adrenaline. I’d never felt this excited around a man before.

He half dragged, half carried me down the hallway, somehow knowing exactly which room to go in. His lips never left mine as I fumbled to find the light switch, finally using my elbow to do so. He was freshly out of the patience I’d seen on the ice, one hand roaming my back as he ground his hips against mine.

When he’d thrust his cock inside my pussy before, if he hadn’t caught my scream, the entire bar would have known how huge his cock was. And how full I’d felt once he’d been fully seated inside. Which was why the excitement was even more intense, leaving me breathless not only from the powerful kiss but also the longing that felt as if something tangible.

I could barely breathe as we ripped at our clothes just like before, only this time I sensed we both required the feel of our naked skin locked together.

His eyes flashed as he yanked his shirt off after grabbing the material at the back of his neck. I’d seen his chest before. My goodness, I’d been pleased if not cursed with seeing every inch of his manhood, but this go-around, I could claim every inch belonged to me.

I obviously wasn’t moving quickly enough because he shoved my hands away, yanking my sweater over my head. The slight sound indicating a rip brought a laugh, but that was short lived. I was far too hungry, my eyes sweeping up and down as he bent over, fighting to yank off his boots. But he did, tossing them aside, making me laugh at how hard they hit the wall and the smile he offered afterwards.

The flurry of clothing removal was done so quickly I didn’t have time to breathe. He cupped both sides of my face, holding me in place, his smile fading as he studied me. Why was it that I sensed the man searching my mind, uncovering all my dark and uglysecrets? I wasn’t ready to face them, barely able to handle the staggering allotment of memories threatening to derail my very soul. Which was why I yanked his hands free, backing away.

I wanted to scream at him to fuck me, to drive aside the insanity of thoughts that I somehow wasn’t good enough. For me. Not for anyone else. For me.

But there was so much more to the intense longing sweeping through me that likely would never be explained. As if we belonged to one another.

His chuckle filled the room, dark and demanding while holding the level of mischief he’d cultivated.

Being with him was different, the needs fervent and uncontrolled but still playful. That’s why when he reached for me, I reacted without thinking, sidestepping him then backing away.

He turned with purpose, hanging his head and the darkness of his hunger was highlighted in his eyes. They were even deeper than before, the flecks of gold shimmering in an inhuman way. He took and held a deep breath while lifting his head, his expression as if daring me to continue.

I moved again, being silly with him shattering the tension from before. But he wasn’t interested in playing games; one long stride and he was able to drag me into his arms. The hard thud once again knocked the wind out of me.

Not nearly as much as when he propped his foot onto a stool partially exposed from under the bed. He tossed me over his knee as if I were a ragdoll, instantly bringing down his huge palm against my naked backside. The shock of what he wasdoing was twofold, one being the act itself. But more about the dream I’d had.

Holy crap, every scene from the brutally honest fantasy played out in my mind and I could almost smell the scent of the forest. He wasn’t kidding me or merely being playful, holding me in position with one arm as he smacked both sides of my bottom with the other. I was both thrilled and annoyed with the pain, kicking my legs out, but I was going nowhere.

There was a rhythm to his actions, moving his hand in slow but controlled actions.

“Stop. Just stop,” I finally told him, hearing the usual demand in my tone.

His response was nothing more than a dark, husky laugh that created a wave of yearning that had nothing to do with the level of discomfort. The rhythm continued, his large hand landing on every inch of my quickly reddening ass. Heat rose across my bottom, slowly drifting to every other portion of my body.

In those minutes when he was assuming total control, I finally realized not once had I been afraid. Not once. Perhaps I’d known instinctively he wouldn’t hurt me. At least not in the same way as Hoffman. This spanking was more about an erotic pull, a closeness in a choice embraced by two humans.

Or he was trying to ensure I knew he was top dog. No pun intended. Either way, the pain was strangely satisfying, my nipples aching while my pussy muscles clenched and released. Another five brutal cracks of his hand and I was ready to climax. In truth, I could get used to this.

Growling, he issued four more hard swats before returning me to a standing position, his eyes narrowing as the carnal look onhis face grew more intense. It was very much like a beast eager to consume his prey, exactly as in the dream.

While he curled his fingers, rolling the tips down the side of my face to my neck, I rubbed the flat of my hand down his chest. There was a sheer joy in being able to caress his sculpted muscles, something that admiring whether up close or from afar couldn’t compare to. With his chest rising and falling, his entire body hummed with electricity. the same current he used on the ice. He was truly magnificent in every way.

Even his arrogance.

When I crawled my fingers down one deep indentation, following the V leading to nirvana, his breathing became even more hitched. His cock was a creation of beauty, long and thick with dark veins on both sides, the rich color of blood running through them. His heartrate seemed faster, the pulse on the side of his neck straining against the thick cords.

I rolled the nail of my index finger around his cockhead, holding my breath as I did.

“You should know better than to tease a beast.”

His words thrilled me almost as much as the deep resonance of his voice. I flicked my eyes toward his, laughing softly as I did. “What if I’m not teasing.”

“Then a lovely lady such as yourself should prepare to be ravaged.” There was no pretense about his statement, none of the ego I’d condemned him for. Just simple trust, warning that he had no intention of going easy on me.

His eyes closed, a moment of showing he trusted me. I doubted he had anything to worry about.