Page 95 of Ice Rebel

He pulled his head up, the same dimpled grin greeting me. “Relax, babe. I’m just getting started.”

Words I hoped I’d hear again.

And again.

When he thrust in a second time, I raked my nails down his arm, not realizing how sharp they were or how much force I’d used. We both glanced at the lines I’d created, laughing until he offered another one of his deep growls.

As he pushed up from the rug, hanging his head over me, his chest rose and fell. The way he was looking at me was so possessive as if I belonged to him.

Like a mate.

The thought rolled around in my mind and for whatever reason, the ache was even more intense.

He never blinked, never darted his eyes away, keeping them steady on me as he developed a rhythm. There was something very powerful about his level of control, allowing me to enjoy the moment without taking away too much.

But I was almost too far gone with need, incapable of the same patience. I arched my back again, bucking against him as he took slow and easy strokes.

My pussy muscles constricted around his shaft, pulling him in deeper just like I’d wanted. Every inch of my skin was as sensitive as my clit had been, my nipples aching to the point I was panting harder. Faster.

Like an animal.

Thankfully, the strokes became harder. Faster. Controlled yet intense.

Sweat beaded across his face, drops falling ever so slowly to my face and chest. I loved the way his hair was already damp from exertion, the long, thick curls falling into his face. He rose onto his hands, lifting his torso and peering down at me.

Still with the soulful eyes.

As soon as I pressed my hand against his chest, his nostrils flared. It seemed as if he stopped breathing altogether.

I’d heard about moments of two people connecting, of being so close that you could read each other’s minds, but only when engaging in acts of passion. I’d read enough romances to know that very moment in the book, the point when the reader slipped further under the covers, hearts ready and eager to accept that the hero and heroine were becoming one, but I’d laughed at the thought.

Yet here I was, staring into not quite human eyes and experiencing the most glorious sensations of my life.

He slowed the rhythm, dropping his head every few seconds to press kisses against my lips.

And my chin. Even biting my cheek more than once.

My pussy clenched and released, the pressure building. I’d never believed bliss was possible, but now I knew better. I was alive with prickles of electricity.

Just when I believed or maybe I hoped my body would initiate a full surrender, he pulled all the way out.

“What are you doing?”

He rose to his knees, his grin boyish. “Don’t worry, babe. Like I said. We’re just getting started.”

I wasn’t a small girl by any means, but with one arm swept under me, he easily lifted me inches off the rug, spinning me around and placing me on all fours. Laughing nervously, I tossed my head over my shoulder, thankful there was no roaring fire, or I wouldn’t be able to breathe.

Every breath he took was exaggerated, all with a glorious primal sound that constantly reminded me he was more than just a typical man.

Roy was so much more.

As he dragged the rough pads of two fingers down my spine, I shuddered both visibly and audibly while stars floated in front of my eyes.

His touch was different, his closeness stronger and evoking so many emotions.

My pussy ached, juice slickening the insides of my thighs. I was at the point of begging him to continue fucking me.

When he cracked his hand on my bottom, the move was so unexpected I jumped.