Page 8 of Frost Bite
We’ll see about that. I lean forward and pinch her nipples between my fingers, squeezing hard. “Your words are useless to me.”
Her breath hitches. “I don’t care what you believe. I don’t want you.”
Yet her protests are becoming weaker, ranging from loud admonitions to faint murmurs. She tries to resist even though all she really wants to do is submit.
I pinch harder. “You don’t have to want me to enjoy the filthy things I’m going to do to you.”
As I gaze over her body, I salivate. She’s a striking creature, beautiful as she is fragile, even covered in dirt and sweat. I knew the second they dropped her off in the woods that she would be the one we claim. Echoes and visions from another time… another life. We all felt it. This one would be our owed penance. And deep inside her bright blue eyes, that long-lost spark is still there.
She lets out a soft moan when I release her nipples, only to replace my fingers with my teeth. I bite down hard enough to leave marks but not break the skin, running the tip of my tonguein circles around each one, alternating between sucking and scraping.
“You have no right,” she says on a shaky breath.
I chuckle and remove the leather strap from my waist, the one that holds my sword up. “I want to see how well you can speak when you can’t breathe.”
Her eyes widen, her mouth agape, as I wind the strap around her neck and pull it taut. “Please…”
She arches her back in arousal. The way her eyes glaze with lust and confusion makes me think she’s just discovered a new pleasure she didn’t know she had. “Shhh, save your breath. If you behave, I may loosen it.”
Her body goes slack, and her eyelids droop. She’s giving in to the sensation. I let my hands roam her body, roughly squeezing and pinching her supple flesh. From her thighs to her buttocks and back to that sweet pussy.
I press two fingers against her entrance.Soaked. I can’t wait to slip inside her. “Such a tight little hole. Fuck, I can barely fit one finger in.”
She whimpers when I thrust in three. “Ohhh…”
I am not gentle nor slow. I want her to feel every agonizing stroke as I stretch her. I want her to ache and wince and feel every inch of me in her fucking soul. I pump my fingers in and out with such force until her strangled cries turn feral.
“That moment you feel like you are going to die… when you think you can’t take anymore… that’s what I want.” The scent of her arousal is intoxicating. Her juices leak down my wrist, soaking the mattress beneath us.
“I can’t… breathe,” she rasps.
I slap the outside of her thigh with my free hand. “Stop whining. You can breathe just fine. Otherwise, you’d be dead.” I add a fourth finger and chuckle as her body comes alive again,arching and writhing from my touch. “Do you really wish me to stop?”
She blinks her heavy lids a few times and murmurs something unintelligible.
I pinch her clit. “Hmm? Tell me if you want me to stop. And I might consider it.” I have no intention of doing so, but I also know that she is, in fact, enjoying this more than anything she’s ever experienced in her entire wretched life.
Her cheeks flush again, and it spreads to her chest. “I… I cannot.”
“You cannot what?”
“Tell you to stop…” She turns her head to the side and looks away in shame.
My lungs feel like they’re going to collapse. And yet breathing is becoming a distant memory when all I can focus on is the pleasure building in my core.
His hands are rougher, his eyeshungrierthan Conquest’s. And he smells like a bonfire—woodsy with traces of sulfur and smoke. Ishouldbe repulsed, but the more he touches me, the more I crave.
The strap around my neck digs in deep. I want to pull at it, but my wrists are bound. And the most peculiar thing is, the more I struggle to break free, the more my body comes alive with need.
He growls as he violently thrusts his thick fingers into my pussy, like he’s angry with me for existing, yet obsessed with my body at the same time. “Your shame arouses me, little doe. Theway your cheeks redden as you witness the filthy things I do to you pleases me more than you can ever know.”
My thighs ache from the weight of his knees on them. No doubt there will be bruises. I have no strength left to fight or beg for release. “You have desecrated me. No one will ever want me after this.”
He leans forward, shifting more of his body over mine. “Oh, but you’re wrong. There are two more of us who want you very badly.” He licks the side of my breast and back up, circling the tip of his tongue around my swollen nipple. “Famine and Death are literally panting at the edge of the forest,impatientlywaiting their turn.”
My stomach knots. His face is so close to mine now that I can taste his breath on my lips. It tastes like he smells, smoky and metallic. “And then? What will you do with me after?”
He runs his sharp tongue across my lips. Another low growl rumbles from his chest. “You belong to us now, Imogen. You only exist to please us over and over again until your bones crumble into dust.”