Page 208 of Winter Gods & Serpents

“Did you know I can preserve an emotion inside me?”

“As much… as I like…the lesson,” I breathed out in pants while he licked the column of my neck, “save it for when you are not about to teach me another.”

He laughed over my lips, planting a kiss just at their edge and I felt the electricity of that kiss everywhere. “What I meant to say was, that it would be useful. You know, at night times.”

I cried a bit in frustration. “Fuck you.”

“Ladies first,” he said, sinking a digit deep inside me, slowly thrusting it in and out. His thumb teasing the throbbing spot, drawing circles. I bit his shoulder trying to muffle out my moan, slow and deep he continued and then dipped a second finger inside.

Not enough, barely enough. It was him I wanted inside me.

“Fuck, Snow, you would have taken me so well.” His tease felt another caress on my skin, I felt myself clutch tighter onto him. His lips curved lightly in a smile over my ear, knowing what every word did to me.

His movement became harder and rougher, his other hand over my shoulder caressing my back. He held me in his arms as I was slowly falling apart, shattering in my pleasure. He torturously ran his lips over the skin of my shoulder, then my ear. His warm breath took me a step closer to that breaking point.

My hand fell to his arm, muscles strung hard on my grip as I moved my hips to match the motion of his hands.

His lips twitched to a smile over my neck before he bit my skin softly. “Tasty, so tasty. I could bet you’re as sweet as nectarines.” He kissed the aching spot and I gasped, air met my lungs too fast and not nearly enough.

I could feel the tension build in my core, wanting release as he continued thrusting tortuously inside me. I moaned over and over, till I was left calling down on all gods and their heavens in between.

“My name, I want to hear you moan my name when I make you come.”

“Kil…Kilian.”

“Good girl. Like that.”

I wrapped my arms tight around him as pleasure built inside me and released, sending sparks flying in my sight. I panted out of breath, resting my head on his shoulder. He held me there, fingers gently stroking my back, soft pecks over my shoulder, whispers of teases, gentle words of caress till my breathing grew back to normal.

He kissed my ear and whispered, “I believe heavens owe some thanks, it appears I’ve directed you back to the path of gods.”

I slapped his shoulder, moving away from him. “I hate you.”

“Is that so?” He laughed and laughed, till it echoed so far up my ears it was the only thing I could remember. His laughter was just as springy alike him. I wanted it only for myself, for no one else to hear it but me. To bloom my seasons of gloom to light and warmth.

“I want you,” I blurted, half still over my head at what had happened. His teases were to blame, all I could think about was him buried deep in me.

His hand gripped the small of my neck and he rested his forehead onto mine. Darkened eyes and raging breath. “And you have no idea how much I want you—I want to hear you moan my name with something else of mine inside you. I would savour those moments so slowly and you would be begging more than gods.” The vibration of his grunt against my neck sent prickling jolts all over me, the warm feeling building on my lower stomach again. “To my torture, it can’t happen and you know it.”

I groaned dropping my head back. “I curse the gods for the moment I agreed to those words.”

“No you don’t, my heart, you will thank them.”

“Promises are meant to be broken.”

He scowled. “Not mine. If I ever have you it will be with you knowing all of me, not just who you have seen here. I am not one to profit from a situation, I want no regrets if I make you mine,” he continued. He didn’t know that for all I cared he had already made me his, since that day in Arynth.

“So much protocol, heavens,” I said, moving away from him, dipping further in the water.

“I just don’t want to upset you, my love, I will not fuck you for the sake of it. If I do, it will be because you are mine.”

Upset me? Why was this now about upsetting me? “Why do you think you will upset me?”

He inhaled deeply and stood, kissing the top of my head before grabbing a towel and motioned for me to stand without answering my question. I narrowed my eyes at him but did as told. He wrapped it under my arms, and hoisted me out from the bath as if I was made of feathers not heavy bones. Lowering me down gently, he removed the towel to dry my body, leaving me completely naked in front of him. He dried my back and then my front, kissing my breasts as he went further down my stomach planting another one there, another at my core and one on each of my thighs.

His hands roamed around my midriff where the scars of my back peaked through.

“Do they still bother you?” I asked.