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The thought of him touching me for hours makes my vision blur with want. Magic crackles between us, frost and thorns creating patterns of light across our joined skin.

“I want to taste you,” he says, those pale eyes holding mine as his fingers work me closer to the edge. “I want to put my mouth on you and make you come on my tongue. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I breathe, beyond shame now. “God, yes.”

He withdraws his fingers, making me whimper at the loss. But before I can protest, he’s moving down my body, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he can reach.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commands, voice rough with hunger. “Let me see all of you.”

I comply without hesitation, opening myself to his burning gaze. He settles between my thighs, frost-cold breath ghosting across heated flesh.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, fingers tracing through my folds with reverent precision. “Absolutely divine.”

When his mouth finally makes contact, lightning fractures behind my eyelids. Frost-cold tongue on burning flesh, licking and sucking with ruthless skill that makes my back arch off the bed.

“Kieran,” I moan, hands fisting in his hair.

He hums approval against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my system. His tongue finds every sensitive spot, exploiting it ruthlessly.

When he slides two fingers inside me while his mouth works my clit, the combination is devastating. Pleasure builds in waves, each one higher than the last, until I’m writhing beneath him completely out of control.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against me. “Let go for me. Let me watch you fall apart.”

The orgasm hits like lightning, pleasure so intense my spine bows off the bed completely. I hear myself screaming his name, feel my magic exploding outward in spirals of blue-green light that make the room’s crystal fixtures sing in harmony.

But he doesn’t stop. His mouth stays on me, working me through the aftershocks and building toward something even more intense.

“Too much,” I gasp, trying to pull away.

“Not nearly enough.” His hands grip my hips, holding me in place while his tongue continues its relentless assault. “I told you I was going to make you forget your own name. We’re not done yet.”

The second orgasm builds faster than the first, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. When it crashes over me, I feel something fundamental shift in my chest—like chains breaking, like power finally recognizing itself.

This time when I come back to awareness, Kieran is hovering over me, winter-pale eyes dark with hunger and something deeper.

“How do you feel?” he asks, voice rough with unspent desire.

“Like I might actually survive tomorrow,” I whisper, surprised by the truth of it.

His smile turns sharp and possessive. “Good. Because I have no intention of letting you go anywhere.”

“What about you?” I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his length. He’s hard and perfect in my palm. “What do you need?”

His breath hisses out between his teeth. “You. Just you.”

“Then take me.”

He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock sliding through my wetness. “Are you certain? After this?—”

“After this, nothing changes except that we’ll both know what we’re fighting for.” I pull him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips. “I want this. I want you.”

He enters me slowly, his substantial length stretching me inch by delicious inch. The temperature contrast is devastating—frost-cold cock pushing into my burning core, creating friction that rewrites my understanding of pleasure.

“By the old gods, you’re tight,” he groans, voice breaking as he fights for control. “So tight and warm around me. I can feel every heartbeat.”

When he’s fully seated inside me, we both freeze—overwhelmed by the sensation of his thick shaft completely filling me, the way my walls grip him like I was made for this.

“How does it feel?” he pants against my ear.