Page 96 of Ice Rebel

“Ouch!” As if the action hurt.

“Mmm… Maybe you need more.” He wasn’t asking. He was telling me, cracking his palm from one side to the other not once or twice, but four times.

A series of moans slipped past my lips, sensual and ragged while tiny vibrations skipped down my back. I undulated my hips and the ache only increased, my core molten lava.

He was obviously enjoying himself and my reaction, issuing another few smacks, his hand creating additional tingles running down both legs.

I cinched my eyes shut, laughing softly since I was clawing the rug. What did the bear ever do to me? When I heard his deep breath and felt his rock-hard cock pressed against my aching bottom, I held my breath.

All he was doing was teasing me, even rubbing the tip up and down my pussy while I pushed back, the beg silent.

His chuckle meant he wasn’t about to give in. Six additional cracks of his hand, the sound louder than before. The pain was delicious and I sensed my body and soul falling prey to his dominant nature. That wasn’t like me, but it would seem with him anything was possible.

This time as I jutted my hips back, I heard a grunt in response just before he slipped his cockhead past my swollen folds. Another moment where I held my breath, feeling the ragged pulse in my throat and chest.

In feeling his fingers digging into the skin on my hips, I couldn’t stop shuddering if I tried. This was different, a new experience and one I couldn’t explain. Being with him was amazing, but us together as a couple had no definition that I could find and it confused me.

Roy slipped a couple of inches inside, taking his time while the low rumble coming from his chest permeated the air around us. Another growl led to three more smacks on my bottom. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d left marks for me to see and enjoy.

Wasn’t that crazy?

No one had ever spanked me before and while these weren’t love taps, more as if declaring ownership, I was enthralled. Being with him was crazy good, so freeing I was floating on air.

He finally gripped my other hip and thrust the entire length of his cock inside. Hearing the dark, deep rumble vibrating through his body left me shaking and wanting more.

I continued clawing the rug, embracing the fact every inch of my body was shaking. I’d never felt so primal or free. My pussy ached deep into my core, the heat rising between us exhausting and explosive yet so exciting.

He began driving deep inside with long, even strokes. Our breathing was labored, every sound more animalistic.

And I could swear his cock was swelling even more, stretching my muscles. The sensations were completely electric, creating such a lightheaded moment. Still panting, I swung my head back and forth, uncertain what was happening.

He took and held a deep breath, and I could feel he was entirely different than before. As if more beast than man.

“What is happening?” I managed, although I no longer recognized my own voice. Sultry. Deep. Husky. My mind was spinning in the way my pussy was throbbing.

It was crazy.

It was intense.

I was breathless, aching all over. Hungering for more.

But I knew exactly what was occurring between us, something I would have never believed until recently. A myth. A sarcastic horror movie. A dark, delicious romance book involving shifters. Not real life. But with his cock growing and my reaction, I could try to deny what we were doing, but there was no denying what nature intended.

“Everything I want to give you.” The words were whispered in my ear, his heated breath tickling my cheek and the slow and easy dart of his tongue engulfing my world in fire.

Every sensation was heightened. Every breath I claimed making me lightheaded. His rhythm increased, now pounding into me and I felt so full, so amazing.

When he fisted my hair, wrapping his fingers in the long strands and tugging my head, another nervous laugh escaped, followed by a series of moans.

Damn it, the man was playing my body perfectly and within seconds, the electric vibrations humming through every muscle pulled me into another orgasm. This one was so powerful the shaking turned almost violent.

Pounding of flesh against flesh combined with scattered moans.

The fire was burning brightly between us.

“Oh. Oh. Yes…” My eyes remained closed and I was shocked I felt even fuller. We were locked together in extreme passion, the climax merely icing on the cake.

Only when my body stopped shaking did I feel he was ready to release and there was nothing more I wanted than for him to fill me with his seed.