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Morozko swept his tongue along her seam, then found the bundle of nerves, where he licked and sucked.
Eirah’s hands knotted in his hair, and she writhed, gasping as he relentlessly worked her. “Oh, Morozko!”
His name on her lips both warmed and thrilled him. His cock leaped in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to bury deep within her until they were both sated. Yet, his mouth remained on her, his tongue circling her.
Eirah’s fingers tightened in his hair, and her hips rocked against him. “Morozko!” she cried in between panted breaths.
He pulled his mouth from her, dipping a finger into her heat, working her through the waves of pleasure. “That’s it, little bird,” he murmured. And when she was nearly finished, he withdrew his finger and stood.
Eirah’s dark eyes searched his, then she moved in, capturing his lips. Morozko opened his mouth, letting his tongue graze along hers. She pressed her hips into his, moaning, which nearly undid him.
He reluctantly drew back. “Turn around,” he said roughly.
Eirah did as she was told, her ass brushing his length.
She was going to pay for that in the most delightful way. Morozko leaned in, nipping along the side of her neck as his arms stretched out, and he took hold of her wrists, guiding her palms down to the desk. He positioned her so she was leaning over the desk, bent over. Then he whispered silkily into her ear, “And feet apart. Wide enough to accept me.” As she moved her legs apart, Morozko couldn’t help himself and ran his hand down her wet core. He then rubbed his cock against her folds until her arousal slickened him, and with one thrust, he plunged into her depths.
Eirah learned this lesson just as exquisitely as the others. She pushed back with every thrust and kept her hands firmly planted on the desk, her nails scraping every so often. “Don’t fight it,” Morozko rasped out. “I want you to come for me, little bird.” His thighs slapped against her backside every time he collided with her, his pace quickening. Morozko’s pleasure was nearly at its peak, his cock threatening a release inside her.
“Don’t… stop,” she begged.
Such simple words. And how the fuck was he supposed to continue when she said such things? “I don’t want to.” He reached around, finding her bundle of nerves to circle as he continued to thrust within her.
Eirah’s body trembled while she rippled around him, tightening and urging him to join her. Morozko groaned, taking it all in as he watched her pleasure unfold. He’d done this, and it was that thought alone that drove him to his own climax.
He shuddered shortly after, pouring himself into her. He had to catch himself, pressing his hands against the desk to keep from collapsing. Morozko sucked in the air, daring not to move as his legs felt useless, his muscles slack.
“If I’m to die,” he exhaled, “I can think of no better way to go.”
Eirah looked over her shoulder and shot him a half-hearted glare. “Would you cease talking about dying, at least for a moment?”
Morozko chuckled and eased himself from her. His body still hummed with spent pleasure. “As you wish.” He padded toward his discarded cape, cleaned himself up, and then wiped the arousal from Eirah. “Still, a rather pleasant moment to wake up to, don’t you agree?”
She grabbed the cape from him and tossed it aside, laughing. Not long ago, the laugh would’ve stirred Morozko’s ire, but now, it was a lyrical sound that brought a smile to his face. “If not exhausting.”
He cocked his head. “I don’t hear an argument.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Guilty.” Morozko bent to grab his clothing, dressing before someone interrupted them. Eirah did the same, which was a good thing, too, for Andras bellowed outside.
It wasn’t the captain who rushed through the makeshift door of the ice house but another guard, Qorlys. His black hair fell in several braids around his tan face. “Your Majesty, we need you at once. It’s… a horde of creatures. Like from the village.”
Morozko’s good humor fled at once. His eyes widened, then narrowed. “A horde?” It meant the seal was that much weaker. “Fuck!” He crossed the expanse of the house, then turned on his heel to look back at Eirah. What he wanted to tell her was to stay put, to remain safe, and yet, he knew better. Eirah would no sooner remain behind than leave this wretched camp of villagers.
Why, of all times, did he have to become captivated by someone? Not just anyone, but Eirah of Vinti. An infuriating female who stirred emotions he had no right to possess.
“Your Majesty?” Qorlys prodded him.
Morozko shook his head. “Eirah, come with me.”
She rushed forward, sparing not a second as she joined him and left the comfort of their temporary lodging.
“Guard the children! And build a blazing fire,” Morozko bellowed.
Qorlys led Morozko forward to the edge of the clearing, and the distinct chittering noise he knew so well from his visions echoed off the trees. Like nails scraping down a stone. Morozko gritted his teeth, wanting to cover his ears to block out the atrocious sound, but as he joined Andras, his hand plunged into the snow at his feet instead.
Blue light burst from the ground, and as he drew his hand back, a long frozen blade appeared. “Captain?” He searched the area until he found Andras staring into the woods. A few frost demons paced back and forth.
