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He stopped pacing, his ice-blue eyes pinning to hers. “You need to be stronger.”
Eirah inwardly flinched. “I can wield magic.”
“Not enough. It needs to be more.”
A pit formed in her stomach, and she set the apple on the desk. “Is that what I am to you now, your weapon? One that will never satisfy you? Before, it was a sacrifice. What will I be once this is done? A discarded piece of clothing? Another maiden you can pleasure and throw away?” Frustration ripped through her, erasing the concern she’d had for his well-being a moment before.
Morozko’s face didn’t soften as he tilted up her chin, even though his fingers were gentle. “You are a weapon, yes. Frosteria’s weapon. But above all, you need to be at your strongest so nothing happens toyou.”
“Because then your destiny won’t be fulfilled?” Eirah whispered, her frustration dissolving into something else.
Morozko laughed mirthlessly. “My destiny?” He shook his head. “No. I want you to be at your strongest so you won’t die, little bird. For me.”
Eirah blinked at his words, her chest swelling, and she didn’t understand how he could always make her feel so many different emotions in such a short time. But before she could give a response, his mouth was on hers. She returned the kiss, her fingers interlacing in his hair. Days had passed since they’d pleasured one another, and she’d come to think that perhaps it had been a one-time thing because he’d believed her to be a sacrifice, that she wouldn’t be permanent in his life. And when he discovered she was no longer needed in that way, it had changed.
As his lips coasted across hers, she lifted his tunic over his head and didn’t miss a beat as she unlaced his trousers. “I want you to teach me more.” Her voice came out breathy.
“What would you like to learn this time?” he purred, shoving his trousers away so that he was completely bare before her.
“I want to taste you.” Eirah reached down and gripped his hard length, his head lolling back as heavy breaths escaped his plump lips. “Here.”
“As you desire,” Morozko cooed, unfastening the buttons along the back of her dress as he kissed the column of her neck while she stroked him. She released his length to let the fabric pool down her body to her feet. The king brought his mouth to hers again, claiming her, and his tongue plunged inside her as the kiss deepened. He gripped her buttocks, tugging her close so she could press against him more intimately. She could feel her arousal gathering between her thighs as he brought them down to his bedroll. His hard length strained against her, and she’d never wanted any male to sink into her as badly as she did Morozko.
He lay on his back with her on top of him. Eirah left his mouth, trailing kisses down his neck to his chest, and lower, and lower, andlower.
“I appreciate how fast you learn and even more how eager you are to please.” His voice came out deep, lust-filled, as she brought her hand to his hardness once more, then he hissed.
In her romance novels, Eirah had read about pleasuring a man’s length with a woman’s mouth, but she’d never seen it done before. Now she wanted to perform the act in a way that would make him plea for more. Not be the awkward village girl she’d always been seen as. “Tell me what to do next.”
His ravenous gaze latched onto hers, enrapturing her without even a touch. “Lick me from base to tip, then take me into your mouth.”
Eirah enjoyed learning things from scratch, whether it was creating a music box, working on a wooden doll, or even using her new magic. Leaning down, she first caught the glistening pearl from his tip with her tongue, something she’d been yearning to do since several nights ago. Morozko groaned deep, his hands tangling in her hair as she glided her tongue up his velvety skin, then took him fully into her mouth.
“Now,” he rasped. “Would you prefer to suck me, or stroke me with your mouth? Do with me what you wish. Make me come, little bird. Make me come fucking hard.” His words came between panted breaths.
Eirah’s eyes fluttered at his naughty and delicious words, words she’d been waiting to hear all her life. As she moved her lips up and down him, she was unsure if she was doing it right, but her confidence grew as she worked him with precision, just as she would one of her crafts. Same as his blood, Morozko tasted of frost and spice, and she didn’t want the flavor to fade. She stroked him, sucking, swirling her tongue along the tip.
Morozko’s hips jerked, and that otherworldly growl left him as he spilled himself into her mouth. The taste of him became stronger while she drank his pleasure down, relishing it.
“Another lesson mastered,” Morozko said, his chest heaving. He then brought her up to him, his mouth meeting hers, kissing her in a way that made it seem as if he never wanted to stop, in a way that made her not want it to end. His tongue sensually flicked hers.
Morozko looked down at her, his pupils dilated. “Do you want me inside of you tonight?” His voice was soft, almost gentle. Seeing this different side of him drew her to him even more.
“I do.” Eirah ran her finger along his pointed ear. “I want you to be the one to take my maidenhead.”
An unreadable expression flashed on his face, but then Morozko’s eyes gleamed, and he smiled. “Give me a moment and your wish is my command, little bird.” He rolled Eirah to her back, exquisitely caging her in with his hard body. “Tonight, I’ll show you how generous I can be. And that, while I am cruel, I can be gentle, too.” He trailed a line of heated kisses between the valley of her breasts, then down to her abdomen. “When we wake in the morning, I will offer something bolder, harder.” He arched a brow, lips twisting into a confident smirk.
“Yes,” she murmured, her heart pounding in anticipation. Before, she would never have let this king touch her, but now, she never wanted him to cease.
Seeming to read her thoughts, Morozko grinned wickedly, his mouth capturing hers again. His hand traveled to her mound, dipping two fingers inside her heat as the heel of his palm rubbed her bundle of nerves. Eirah moaned in delight, and his length hardened against her. The king’s hand left her center to cradle her breast, his cock lining up at her soaked entrance. He didn’t thrust within her right away. No, he rubbed against her until she thought she’d erupt with need.
With one enticing roll of his hips, he buried himself inside her. Only for a moment, a slight sting pierced her. As soon as it dissipated, Morozko’s hips moved, his pace a lovely slow burn that gradually built.
Eirah dug her fingers into his back before skimming her hands down to grip his firm buttocks. Morozko lifted one of her legs to wrap around him, then did the same with the other, bringing him in even deeper.
He ground against the place she wanted him most, and each time he collided with her, the pleasure mounted. When she dared to look upon him, his features lacked their typical hard lines, and he watched her, truly watched her, as he undid her in the most intoxicating way.
A wonderful sensation traveled through her, nipping at all her nerve endings, becoming more euphoric. And then, as if an avalanche of pure bliss was falling inside of her, pressing harder on her nerve endings, she couldn’t hold back Morozko’s name from falling from her lips as her body shook with pleasure.
