Page 67 of Abdominal Snowman

A small growl of her own trailed from her lips, and Soren’s eyes widened in surprise. “Don’t act all shocked when you know damned well I’m about to soak your jeans through,” she snapped.

His eyes darkened, and she felt his fingers flex where they were tight around her waist. They’d stubbornly refused to move in the last few moments.

“So impatient,” he murmured dangerously. “I’ve been up here for the last twenty years, so surely you can wait another few moments, right, Sunshine?”

Sage was too goddamn horny to contemplate the implications of that statement, so she dropped her hands to the waistband of his pants and unsnapped the button. “Don’t wanna,” she argued, staring up at him.

Soren sighed like it was such a big chore to help her take his pants off, and she restrained herself from strangling him. Somehow.

Maybe it had to do with finally ridding him of the barriers and feeling his warm skin against hers.

She reached a hand between them, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking to the tip. Precum decorated the tip, and she stroked a thumb over the head, collecting the slick bead and using it to ease the slide.

Soren groaned into her touch, his hips jerking against her, and she adored the sounds she was able to pull from him. But she wasn’t able to do it for long. Soren stopped her with a gentle touch on her wrist, and once she’d released him, he flattened her hand on the table.

Sage glanced down at the sight he made against her. All red and flushed and hard, hot against her pussy. When she lifted her gaze, Soren jerked her into a crashing kiss, all tongue and teeth and want. Sage couldn’t get enough of Soren, her hands clutching the edge of the table.

With a growl that vibrated his lips against her skin, Soren speared his hands through her hair. His fingers massaged her scalp before tugging tight, tilting her just so as he mouthed along her jaw and down the slope of her neck.

His other hand slid down to hold her hip, keeping her still for his purpose. She gasped as she felt five pinpricks of ice against her ass, emanating from Soren’s fingertips. His nails bit into her skin as he dragged his fingers from her ass, up her side, as if he was leaving trails of frost along with the scratch marks.

His chilled fingertips skated across her skin, beneath her breast, teasing her with the lightest touches. Sage jerked when he palmed her breast. The warmth of the center of his palm made her shiver, the varying sensations so different and so delicious.

Soren teased her all over again, releasing her hip to drag his other hand up her body, duplicating the frosty trails. He dragged them all over her sides and chest and arms, until goosebumps were a permanent fixture on her skin.

And goddammit, her nipples were so tight she needed Soren to touch them again.

Soren’s lips were so warm against her throat, and he trailed them north again until he found her lips. She pulled the bottom one between her teeth as punishment for teasing her. It snapped back with a pop, and Sage, awfully proud of herself, parted her lips with a smart remark on the end of her tongue but—

Soren stole it right off her lips with a filthy kiss as he lifted both hands to tease her nipples between icy fingertips. All smart remarks forgotten, she moaned into his mouth, arching toward him, asking for more without having to say a word.

Soren moved his hips away, dropping the assault on her sensitive peaks, and she protested at the absence of him against her center. Snapping her eyes open—when had she closed them?—she unwrapped her hands from the lip of the table to grab at him, pull him closer.

He nudged her hands away, leaned down, and wrapped his searing lips around one taut nipple.

Sage’s hands fluttered back down to the table obediently, wrapping around the edge once again as he laved against her skin, shifting to her other aching peak and offering it relief too.

But then his fingers would pluck at the nipple he’d left behind, and the shift from warm to cold and back again sent a flash of arctic straight to her core over and over. Sage clenched her fingers around the table even tighter, dropping her head back and pushing herself into his hands.

She felt his smirk against her skin but couldn’t find it in her to tease him. He widened his area of attack, and Sage gasped and hummed as he trailed flakes of ice over her skin only to lick them away. Icy, then warm. Hurt, then heal. Covering and revealing. She shivered under his touch. It felt like he was awakening her with each mouthful of frost he melted off her skin. Or awakening more need. She was getting needy, her pulse heavy in her nipples and throbbing in her core.

Pulling her fingers off the table, she flexed them and dove them into Soren’s hair, the white locks impossibly soft as she stole his attention.

His gaze met hers, but he nipped a particularly harsh spot into her skin to make her squeak.

He was a vision, snow-white hair sticking out at odd angles, his eyes bright and lips reddened. Even as he teased a fang along her skin, she saw his desire to continue his torturing touches. But she’d had enough.

“Soren, I love being coated in ice and licked back to life, but if you don’t hurry the fuck up, I’ll finish this myself,” she threatened sweetly. His pupils dilated at the thought.

Soren pulled her hands from his hair and wrapped them around the edge of the table. Sage parted her lips for an exaggerated complaint but paused. Soren drifted past her breasts, over her stomach before pulling her to the edge of the table by her thighs.

His icy gaze bore into hers, until he was just before where she so desperately needed him to be.

“That’s something we’ll have to revisit another day. For now, you’re going to be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself.” He blew against her core, frosty breath spreading across her skin as she leaned back, his name falling from her lips. The sturdy, metal table was cold against her back, but nothing compared to the chill from Soren’s lips as he tasted her.

Soren licked and sucked and, oh god, feasted on her like she was his last meal. Sage rolled her eyes back, bliss working its way under her skin, crackling and sizzling like sparks at the hiss of a lighter.

Pleasure doused her core, shivered across her skin, and she reached up, teasing and twisting the taut peaks Soren had abandoned.