Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Her eyes glimmer, her voice a strangled whisper. “There you are.”
“Here I am.” I thrust against her thigh, releasing her neck. “Arms at your sides. Hold onto the bedding.”
She obeys, lying back on the furs, softly panting, hands balling in the pelts, and legs falling open.
The sight explodes my heart. Not just my heart. I feel her everywhere, pulsing, igniting, spinning me off balance at the thought of sinking into her warm, tight body.
I sit back on my heels and stare at her openly, intrusively, the way I’ve always wanted.
Jesus Christ, I have no words. She’s a vision. A beautiful, sparkling mirage in a cold, dead place. She doesn’t belong here.
But I do. I belong with her.
My hands shake as I run them over the faded hickeys Leo left on her thighs, stroking the toned muscle down to her calves and the arches of her delicate feet.
Her eyes never leave mine as I kiss her knee, then the other. Shifting forward, I drag my tongue across her flat stomach. It quivers beneath my licks. She laughs. Then she whimpers as I taste the dip of her waist.
She threads her fingers through the fur of the bedding, gripping, pulling, obeying my command.
I watch her watch me as I kiss her knuckles, her little fists. I pry them free and lick her fingers before placing them between her legs. Over her glistening pussy.
“Touch yourself.” I press my nose there, between her curling digits, deep within her soaked folds, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Outside, everything is fatal. Everything dies. But in here, with our eyes locked and our souls touching, we’re eternal.
I glide my mouth along the sinuous lines of her body, tasting her, marking her, leaving a fresh trail of hickeys for my brother to find.
When I reach her mouth, I part her lips with my tongue. Grip her waist. Sink my fingers into the curves of her ass and grind my cock against the hand between her legs.
“Touch me.” I kiss her hungrily, trapping her with my weight, my erection massive and indecent between us.
The instant she holds my dick in her soft hands, my pulse detonates into a violent throbbing. Her grip feels so small around me, her fingers unable to fully close.
Yet she can overpower me with just a few rigorous strokes.
I lift my hips just enough to nudge the tip against her warm, wet opening.
Then I stare into her eyes. “In my dreams, I’ve already had you a million times over.”
“If fate were kinder, if it were a little less frozen, we could’ve been doing this every day.”
“Less frozen?”
“Yeah.” She teases her grip along my shaft, making me groan. “If we were stranded on a desert island instead of the middle of the Arctic, we would’ve spent the past five months lounging in the sun, eating coconuts, and fucking like rabbits.” She squeezes the base of my cock. “I’m ready, Kody. Give it to me. Hard and fast. Remember, this is just the practice run. We have all day.”
“We have the rest of our lives.” I wrap my hand around hers, adjusting the angle, shaking with restraint. “I just want to outlast Leo’s first time with you.”
“Well, then…two thrusts should do it.”
“Really?”
Her eyes sparkle.
“You’re teasing me.” I nip at her jaw. “Payback is hell.”
With a flex of my hips, I push into her an inch. Just enough to watch her eyes widen, to hear her gasp.
Or is that me gasping?
Another inch, and I lose the ability to breathe.
This is what death feels like. No more cold. No more pain. Just pure, red-hot rapture.
Her cunt is an inferno, dripping molten honey. The clamping tightness, the sucking heat, the unholy pleasure—it’s better than anything I could imagine. Better than any way I’ve tried to console myself over the years.
Her breath quivers against my throat, her fingers digging into my flexing ass as I rock my hips in short, assertive strokes, working myself deeper, stretching her, sinking, withdrawing, digging.
Christ, she’s clenching, pushing me out.
“Let me in, woman.”
“Too big.” She whimpers.
“Too fucking small.”
I can barely fit halfway, but holy fuck, I’ve died and gone to heaven. My nerve endings fizzle. My blood roars, and my vision flashes with endless sunrises.
Her sharp nails claw my scarred back, shredding my fucking soul. As damaged as I am, she’ll stitch me up and make me whole again.
“Harder.” She presses her pelvis against mine. “You won’t hurt me.”
With an arm braced beside her head and the other hooked under her knee, I widen her thighs and thrust deeper.
“Fuck!” I feel her opening for me, tugging at my cock, sucking me all the way in.
And that fast, a familiar heat gathers at the base of my spine. My balls tighten. My pulse rushes, and my body takes over, driving me toward the edge.
“Dammit, Frankie. I’m close.”
“Come inside me.” She holds my gaze, panting with pleasure-stricken tears in her eyes. “I want to watch.”