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Frost walks us to my bed, our mouths fused and hands roaming with urgency. When my calves hit the edge of the mattress, he sweeps my dress from my shoulders and lays me naked on the comforter.
For a moment he just stares, drinking in the sight of me spread before him in nothing but black lace. The heat in his gaze is a physical touch, igniting flames under my skin, making my nipples peak and my pussy weep with need.
“Fucking sublime,” Frost breathes, the words filled with reverence. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby.”
Then he crawls over me and sets about doing just that. He kisses me deep and filthy, tongue diving to claim every inch of my mouth. His clever fingers release the clasp of my bra, callousedthumbs strumming my nipples before he bends to take one between his lips.
I cry out, fisting my hands at his broad shoulders as he suckles and nips, worshiping my breasts until I’m mindless with sensation. Frost takes his time tracing my torso with his lips, teeth and tongue, learning my body, cataloging every hitch of breath and sigh of pleasure.
He hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them slowly down my legs, leaving me bare and glistening. The first press of his mouth to my aching sex makes my spine bow, a ragged moan tearing from my lungs.
Frost growls his approval, the vibrations running through my soaked flesh. He parts my pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing my clit to the hot velvet of his tongue. Slow, thorough licks stoke the fire in my blood, ratcheting the tension tighter and tighter until I’m writhing under him.
“That’s it,” Frost purrs, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Ride my face, sweetheart. Fuck this greedy mouth ‘til you cum all over it.”
My back arches like a bow as he latches on to my clit and sucks, two thick fingers thrusting deep to stroke along my inner wall. He finds my g-spot and massages it ruthlessly, curling and scissoring until I’m all but sobbing his name.
The tension reaches a pitch, lust and pure pleasure mixing into a tidal wave that swells, hovering at its peak. And when Frost bites down gently on my clit, it crashes over me in a burst of light and blissful oblivion.
I shudder through the aftershocks, trembling as Frost gentleshis touch, lapping at my folds like a contented big cat. Each lick sends a jolt of electricity to my quivering core, maddeningly pleasurable, on the edge of too much.
Rising to his knees, Frost makes quick work of his belt and fly. The thick, heavy length of him springs free, swollen and glistening at the tip. My mouth goes dry at the sight, a hungry little noise escaping my kiss-swollen lips.
He notches the broad head at my entrance, slowly sinking into my tight, dripping heat. Inch after thick inch, he claims me, stretches me, a delicious push-pull of pleasure-pain. When he bottoms out, his pelvis flush against mine, we both groan at the intensity of our connection.
Joined so completely, we’re one. Hearts pounding in sync, our breaths mingling. I’ve never felt so full, so utterly possessed. It’s more than just physical, an overwhelming sense of rightness.
“Perfect,” Frost rasps, his voice guttural and choked. “So fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. Like you were made for me.”
Our mouths meet in a kiss that’s messy and urgent, a clash of lips and tongues and teeth. I lick into him, drinking down his groans as he withdraws halfway before thrusting back in. The thick slide of his cock has my toes curling, my nails leaving crescents into the bunched muscles of his shoulders.
Frost sets a deep, devastating rhythm, rolling his hips in a heavy grind that has me seeing stars. He shifts the angle, hitting that spot inside me that makes sparks ignite behind my eyelids. Swirling and thrusting, he works me higher, stripping away any thought but the delirious pleasure building at my core.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, his thrusts picking up speed andintensity. “Gonna cum so deep. Gonna fill this sweet cunt ‘til it’s drippin’. You want that? Want me to paint these tight little walls white?”
“Yes,” I whine, too far gone to be anything but shameless. “Please, Frost. Make me yours.”
A ferocious snarl tears from his throat at my breathless plea, his control snapping. He hammers into me, skin slapping obscenely as he chases our orgasm. With relentless, pounding thrusts that have the headboard slamming into the wall, the whole bed frame shaking with the force of his assault.
“Natasha,” Frost growls, reaching between our sweat-slicked bodies to circle my swollen clit. “Cum for me. Fuckin’ soak my cock, baby girl. I wanna feel it.”
The command in his raw, ravaged voice catapults me over the edge. Release slams into me, whiting out my vision and stealing the breath from my lungs. I clamp down on the thick shaft stretching me so deliciously, rippling and clenching as ecstasy throbs through part of my being.
With a hoarse bellow, Frost buries himself to the hilt and stills. His cock jerks inside me, pulsing in time to the warm gush of his seed. He floods me, drenches my pussy as he erupts again and again, seemingly endless spurts that have us both shaking.
Slowly, we come down from the high. Frost gathers me close, rolling to his back and tucking me against his chest. His broad palm strokes down my spine, caressing my sweat-covered skin as our racing hearts gradually slow down.
In this moment, safe in his arms, I feel cherished, precious. I nuzzle into the warmth of his body, lips brushing his collarboneon a contented sigh.
* * *
And later, as I drift in a sated, boneless haze, his thick arms banded around me and his heart thumping steadily under my cheek, I know.
There will be no going back from this, for either of us. In one day, everything changed. And I can’t find it in me to regret a single second of it.
Because this man, with his scarred hands that touch me with so much tenderness, is mine. Just as surely as I am his.
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