Page 49 of Ice Rebel

I might not remember every move later upon some crazy reflection, but I would remember gathering her into my arms and kicking the bedding away. At that point, all hell broke loose. I slammed her against the wall, a mirror leaning against the dresser yet to be hung threatening to fall off.

Her gasp in my mouth called me into action. With a single hand, I stopped it from crashing onto the floor.

“Oh!” She laughed. She moaned. She gripped my shoulders and pulled our lips close again.

That was it.

I wrapped one of her legs around my waist then the other and without asking questions or second-guessing either one of us, I thrust the entire length of my cock inside.

And oh, my God. I was driven into both silence and the inability to move. The way her pussy muscles clamped down on my cock was a sweet slice of heaven. I’d thought sex was pretty damn good, but this was… perfect.

What other term was there?

The kiss was broken long enough for us to breathe and moan. She pressed the back of her head against the wall, clawing my shoulders as she did. Beads of perspiration were slipping delicately down both sides of her face while pure male sweat was rolling down the back of my neck and onto my back.

Where she shimmered in the warm glow of the full moon, I was certain I looked like shit. But at this point, what did it matter? We were going to get hotter. And sweatier.

And I wasn’t certain I had any control left. Not around her and not because she owed me or because I felt I was deserving of her. But because I couldn’t imagine not being allowed to enjoy the moment with her.

She clung to my shoulders, taking gasping breaths.

“What’s wrong?” I was concerned by the look on her eyes.

“Nothing is wrong. Just fuck me. Okay? Don’t talk. Just… fuck me. Maybe that’s terrible and not very ladylike. I know we just met and know almost nothing about the other, but I can’t help myself and⁠—”

I jutted my hips forward, pinning her to the wall as I placed my finger across her lips. “Don’t talk, Clementine. Just fuck me.”

Her laugh was so natural, so full of surprise that I we both grinned like we were kids. But I should always remember she was a wild child at heart and quite conniving when she wanted to be. She clamped her pussy muscles around my cock, pulling me in even deeper. The squeeze was powerful enough I tilted my chin toward the ceiling, every muscle twitching.

Not just my dick, which was throbbing, the ache deep and intense.

We were past the point of being romantic. We were too much in need. Both of us. I pulled out, while planting my hands on either side of her. She laughed nervously, digging her fingers into my shoulders.

“Don’t worry, babe. I won’t let you fall. Never.”

While she relaxed, she entwined her feet together while I drove into her again. I couldn’t get enough of the way her body and her sweet mouth responded to me. While her body had opened up like a budding flower, her mouth had twisted in a mocking frustration of how hungry we’d both become.

At this point, there was no turning back. I rolled onto the balls of my feet and fucked her. Not with the intended savagery that was on my mind, but hard enough if anyone was on the other side of the wall, they would know exactly what we were doing.

Neither one of us cared.

We also didn’t blink, our labored breathing matching much like everything else. Damn if I didn’t want to do this for hours.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

We were far too crazed for each other. She bucked wildly against me, squeezing her knees while staring into my eyes. Evidently, she trusted the promise I’d made since her hands were dangled over my shoulders, a couple of fingers tangled in my hair. I almost told her to pull with her heart’s desire. What was a little pain when experiencing such rapture?

Our breathing was more obnoxious, her eyes glassy. I could see every detail of her face, from the way she wrinkled her nose every few seconds to the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

There was something to be said for having wolf’s eyes when around a beautiful lady.

Every pump was rough, driving her into the wall, but she certainly didn’t seem to mind, even bucking against me. Damn it. This woman was hot and kept my wolf scratching at the surface.

I pressed my forehead against hers to try to catch my breath. That’s what her body did to mine. This wasn’t exhaustion, just overexertion, which even caught me by surprise. I was a frigging hockey player yet I was winded because of our rowdy sex.

She darted her tongue across my lips and that was all it took to reenergize my body. I pulled away, laughing softly as I started fucking her again.

With another squeeze of her muscles I came close, but shifted the angle instead, driving her further up the wall.