Page 94 of Ice Rebel

As the climax roared through me, I was certain I could no longer feel my toes. Even that didn’t matter. All that did was how me was lapping up every drop of cream, his tongue flicking at an ungodly speed.

He refused to stop, dragging me into yet another orgasm, this one sweeping through me with such ferocity I couldn’t hold back a series of sharp cries. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I wasn’t certain how long it took to calm down, but by the time I was breathing normally, Roy had pulled me onto my knees. I lazily threw my arms around his shoulders while he pressed his lips against mine, darting his tongue so I’d taste myself on his lips.

That was hot.

And sexy as hell.

So I tasted his lips while we both rolled our hands over each other. With remarkable strength, he eased me to the rug, taking his time doing so.

When I’d been gently placed into the plushness, he pulled his face away from mine. Whether he was trusting me with his wolf or showing me just how much control that he had over every aspect of himself, his eyes were similar to what I’d seen at the bar.

Still green but more luminous, as if looking into deep pools of emerald tinted glass. The gold was iridescent, haunted in a way that created even more intense need.

Those dimples were about to drive me crazy as they’d done at the swimming pool. He was so playful, mischievous in every way. When he smiled, he cocked his head in such a teasing way.

Just before he used his knee to spread my legs wide open, slowly settling over me.

I couldn’t stop breathing hard, licking my lips. There was something sinful about having the taste of my juice lingering on my tongue. Now I had the need to suck his cock. Later. Oh, definitely later.

He took several deep breaths while I finally had a chance to wrap my hand around his cock. I pumped a few times before he offered another growl.

“You best not tease me.”

“Or what?”

“Or I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Who said I want you to?”

With his eyes locking with mine, the smile remaining, he nodded just once before thrusting the entire length inside.

CHAPTER 20

Chelsea

Hot sex.

Was there anything better?

Oh, yes, there was. Hot sex with the sexiest man alive.

Roy AKA Cole AKA the Rebel was all that and much more.

The feel of his cock buried deep inside was so amazing, I dug the fingers of one hand into his massive forearm while I clawed the rug. With the force used in pulling it, I knew I’d likely leave here after purchasing the rug for my living room.

I just didn’t care.

“Yes. Yes…” I arched my back, lifting my hips as much as his heavy weight would allow. I wanted his cock slid in even deeper, filling me completely.

“So wet, Clementine. So fucking hot.” Hearing his ragged voice, the tone deeper than ever before was just as thrilling as the moment.

I’d convinced myself we’d never be this way again. While I usually hated being wrong, not this time. I hadn’t realized how much my body had craved his until this moment.

It was as if his cock was a drug and I was a junkie in need of a fix.

With the orgasm keeping my body tingling, I was flying high on sheer euphoria. He pulled out, leaving only the tip inside and I was suddenly fearful he’d pull all the way out. I wrapped my legs around his, entwining my feet together.