her.
She licked her lips again, and they gleamed icy cool. “I think so.”
“I’d love to touch it and find out for myself.”
She shivered, her nipples thrusting up toward him, taunting him. “You can’t touch me for long, not with bare skin. You need some sort of barrier or we’ll both burn.”
At this moment, he’d have burned with her if she’d asked. But the thought of hurting her made him sweep the glove over her skin again, and then brush the soft fur of it over one nipple.
Charlotte gasped and arched against his hand, a silent plea for more.
He’d give her more. He’d give her everything he could. His cock was a needing ache in his own now-tight loincloth, but he’d ignore it to pleasure her. His own would come later, at the sight of her when she came from his touch.
Because he definitely planned on making her come.
“I wish my fingers were playing with this nipple,” he said, caressing it through the mitten and admiring as she moaned and arched in response. “I’d tease it with my fingers and pluck at it until it was aching for more. Then I’d put my mouth on it and lick and suck at it until you were wild with need.”
She bit her lip and moaned a sound that resembled his name. Her hands fluttered, went to the mitten, and then pressed it hard against her breast.
Gods, now his cock throbbed like an aching tooth. He rubbed his fingers over the tip of her breast, rolling her nipple, and then pinched it.
Charlotte gasped, her hips bucking in response.
He wanted to fill her, to push between those thighs and spread them wide, then plow into her and claim her as his own. The need to take her rattled him, made his own breath hitch as he struggled for control. The thick fur protected him from the cold of her body, but it was maddening to not be able to touch her. He wanted to rip the glove off and shove two fingers deep inside the sweet well between her legs, thrusting like his cock wanted to thrust deep inside her—
“We need a barrier,” he said suddenly, pulling his hand away and beginning to strip off the mitten. “I have an idea.”
“What?” she asked, sitting upright. She was panting and flushed, and looked delectable in her arousal. Gods, he wanted to touch her. For a moment, the glorious sight of her with her breasts heaving and her pale hair tumbling about her shoulders distracted him, and he forced his thoughts back in the right direction.
Kai stripped off the glove and flexed his fingers in the chilly air. He’d test on his hands, first, and if that worked, perhaps they’d progress to…other things. He paired his first two fingers together and extended them toward her. “Ice my fingers.”
“Ice them?” She looked confused, and then the confusion gave way to a sultry little gasp. “What are you going to do with them?”
“I’m going to fuck you with them,” he said, voice husky with need.
“Won’t I…won’t that hurt you?” She looked concerned.
“It won’t,” he lied. Truth was, he didn’t know. But there was only one way to find out. He studied her and then decided to give in to a visual fantasy he’d had for a while. “Open your mouth. I want to feed them to you. Lick them and the ice will coat my fingers.”
She moaned softly but leaned forward, lips parted, awaiting him.
Saying a quick prayer to the gods that he wouldn’t damage himself irreparably, he set his fingers against her lips and then pushed them slowly in. And ah, gods have mercy, the look of her sweet mouth taking him in was almost enough to override the sharp flash of pain that shot up his arm. His skin prickled, but he remained in place, because she was moaning with abject pleasure.
And gods, he loved seeing that.
Slowly, achingly, he pulled his fingers out of her sweet mouth. They were numb with cold, sharp, flashing tingles moving through his skin. A thin layer of ice coated them, just like he’d suspected. He pushed them between her lips again. “Suck.”
She did, and the
She licked her lips again, and they gleamed icy cool. “I think so.”
“I’d love to touch it and find out for myself.”
She shivered, her nipples thrusting up toward him, taunting him. “You can’t touch me for long, not with bare skin. You need some sort of barrier or we’ll both burn.”
At this moment, he’d have burned with her if she’d asked. But the thought of hurting her made him sweep the glove over her skin again, and then brush the soft fur of it over one nipple.
Charlotte gasped and arched against his hand, a silent plea for more.
He’d give her more. He’d give her everything he could. His cock was a needing ache in his own now-tight loincloth, but he’d ignore it to pleasure her. His own would come later, at the sight of her when she came from his touch.
Because he definitely planned on making her come.
“I wish my fingers were playing with this nipple,” he said, caressing it through the mitten and admiring as she moaned and arched in response. “I’d tease it with my fingers and pluck at it until it was aching for more. Then I’d put my mouth on it and lick and suck at it until you were wild with need.”
She bit her lip and moaned a sound that resembled his name. Her hands fluttered, went to the mitten, and then pressed it hard against her breast.
Gods, now his cock throbbed like an aching tooth. He rubbed his fingers over the tip of her breast, rolling her nipple, and then pinched it.
Charlotte gasped, her hips bucking in response.
He wanted to fill her, to push between those thighs and spread them wide, then plow into her and claim her as his own. The need to take her rattled him, made his own breath hitch as he struggled for control. The thick fur protected him from the cold of her body, but it was maddening to not be able to touch her. He wanted to rip the glove off and shove two fingers deep inside the sweet well between her legs, thrusting like his cock wanted to thrust deep inside her—
“We need a barrier,” he said suddenly, pulling his hand away and beginning to strip off the mitten. “I have an idea.”
“What?” she asked, sitting upright. She was panting and flushed, and looked delectable in her arousal. Gods, he wanted to touch her. For a moment, the glorious sight of her with her breasts heaving and her pale hair tumbling about her shoulders distracted him, and he forced his thoughts back in the right direction.
Kai stripped off the glove and flexed his fingers in the chilly air. He’d test on his hands, first, and if that worked, perhaps they’d progress to…other things. He paired his first two fingers together and extended them toward her. “Ice my fingers.”
“Ice them?” She looked confused, and then the confusion gave way to a sultry little gasp. “What are you going to do with them?”
“I’m going to fuck you with them,” he said, voice husky with need.
“Won’t I…won’t that hurt you?” She looked concerned.
“It won’t,” he lied. Truth was, he didn’t know. But there was only one way to find out. He studied her and then decided to give in to a visual fantasy he’d had for a while. “Open your mouth. I want to feed them to you. Lick them and the ice will coat my fingers.”
She moaned softly but leaned forward, lips parted, awaiting him.
Saying a quick prayer to the gods that he wouldn’t damage himself irreparably, he set his fingers against her lips and then pushed them slowly in. And ah, gods have mercy, the look of her sweet mouth taking him in was almost enough to override the sharp flash of pain that shot up his arm. His skin prickled, but he remained in place, because she was moaning with abject pleasure.
And gods, he loved seeing that.
Slowly, achingly, he pulled his fingers out of her sweet mouth. They were numb with cold, sharp, flashing tingles moving through his skin. A thin layer of ice coated them, just like he’d suspected. He pushed them between her lips again. “Suck.”
She did, and the
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