Page 91 of Ice Queen

She shakes her head as she flutters her lashes at me.

“Not today.” She sits up, slowly taking it from my hand and tossing it to the side. “I want to know that you want me as bad as I want you.” Her lips are inches from mine, her breath fanning over them as she breathes three words that would become my undoing. “Ruin me, Markus.”

My mouth waters, heart taking off while I harden past the point I thought possible. She moves away from me, slow and inviting, like a beacon calling me home.

She reaches behind her, and seconds later, smooth skin and perfectly pink nipples come into view. “Come on, be reckless with me, Casanova,” she taunts before launching the scrap of lace at me.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, pushing her further up the bed.

My lips immediately wrap around one of her nipples, a groan vibrating through my chest as it hardens further against my tongue.

“Yes,” she breathes, threading her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck.

My tongue flicks at the bud, once, twice, before moving to the other, giving it the same treatment before I abandon them and trail kisses down her stomach.

Her legs widen for me on instinct, and I chuckle at her impatience when I gently blow against her clit, and she bucks toward me.

“Markus,” she moans.

My name on her lips with my head between her lush thighs is enough to spur me into action. I flatten my tongue against her, licking up her seam without preamble. A shocked yelp fills the room before she settles in, rocking her hips in time with the flick of my tongue.

She tastes so damn good. The smell of her lotion mixed with the essence of her will be forever ingrained in my DNA. She’s rewriting my existence with every roll of her hips, every moan I draw from her. I already know that she’s ruined me for everyone else.

“Holy shit,” she whimpers when I press a finger inside, curling until she clenches around it.

“You gonna come for me, Princesa?” I rasp against her core before suctioning my lips around her once more.

Her legs begin to shake as I pump my fingers faster, drawing every ounce of pleasure I possibly can from her before her walls ripple around me. Her cries of bliss echo through the room, and the second she’s come down and my fingers slide out of her, she’s ready for more.

“I need you inside me.”

Climbing up the bed, I lay on my back, patting my thighs. “Hop on, beautiful.”

She pulls my boxers down in one go, grabs a condom from her bedside table. I’m going to have to ask her why those are in here in the first place. Then she rolls it on and slides down so quickly my eyes roll back into my head, and I grip her hips tight enough to make her gasp.

“Bloody hell, Kait. Are you trying to kill me?”

Her eyelids flutter as she wiggles her hips. “Sorry, is this okay?”

My fingers slacken against her, and I find myself smiling. Reaching up, I brush a piece of hair out of her face and nod. “Yeah, just go slow. You’re going to make me come before I can enjoy the feel of you.”

She does just that, rocking slowly against me until I’m fully seated inside her.

“You—” she trails off, her fingers dig into my chest seconds before her head lolls back, exposing the column of her throat to me.

I sit up, and the change in angle has us both moaning. I’m deeper, somehow, and white spots begin to cloud my vision. My lips find her neck as I lick and suck my way to her ear. “I what, Princesa?”

“You feel so good.” She lifts and slides back down again and again, using me as her personal fuck toy. “Tell me what you like, Casanova. I want to please you.”

“I’m plenty pleased, Kait,” I say through gritted teeth as she clenches her tight as fuck pussy around me.

“Please, baby.”

Mother fu⁠—

I don’t get a chance to say anything else because she swivels her hips in some diabolical pattern and my teeth dig into her shoulder as I fall apart inside her.

“That’ll have to wait until next time,” I grunt.