Page 38 of Possess Me at Midnight (Doomsday Brethren #4)

Ice dominates the kiss as he does everything else—with devastating thoroughness that leaves me breathless and aching.

The rhythm, cadence, and fury of his mouth over mine…

The pleasure drowns me, setting me adrift.

Thoughts? Gone. The outside world? Not important.

Only now. This man, this moment, this promise of devotion. I open to him and give him my all.

With greedy strokes of his mouth, he takes again and again, as if he can’t get enough. And that suits me; I can’t either.

When we’d first made love in MacKinnett’s coach house, Ice’s touch was a blend of possession, insistence, and mastery. He pushed me far and hard, well beyond any former lover. I gloried in his ability to please me so thoroughly, and I yearned to please him as much in return.

Now, reverence, joy, and fascination tinge his embrace, as though the beautiful man cheated death and wants to share his soul with me.

Slowly, he lifts his lips from mine, his gaze fastening on my face. “You’re beautiful, princess. Not because you’re part siren. Because you care.”

“You’re beautiful as well.”

“If it’s because I care, too, then I must be bloody gorgeous.” He smiles, then it fades to something solemn. “I haven’t cared about anything or anyone in nearly two hundred years.”

The grief that crosses his face is an endless dark chasm, and I ache for him. “Why?”

He shakes his head. “Now isn’t the time. I need to love you.”

I hesitate, then nod. Unless I speak the Binding to him, I have no right to demand all his truths. Besides, his expression tells me that he means to make this moment special, not cloud it with the past.

“I’m here for you, Isdernus.”

With worshipping caresses, he removes my nightgown and lays me out across the white sheets, spreading kisses all over my body. He laves the side of my breast, palms my hip, nips at my navel, and strokes my thighs until I’m trembling. Until my body is burning. Ice has that effect on me.

From the moment we first met, when Bram behaved like a horrible prat and refused to allow Ice to shake my hand, he’s called to me in a way no wizard has.

I don’t want to lie on my back and wait passively for him to touch me. Our first time together, he gave me no opportunity to explore his heavily muscled and veined body. No time to learn his textures, experiment with his taste, or discover ways to please him. But I yearn to.

“How is your back?” I whisper.

He lifts his mouth from the flat plane of my stomach. “Better. Every moment I’m with you heals me more.”

Perfect.

I anchor my hands on his shoulders and give him a gentle shove. A question looms on his face, but he follows my lead and rolls over, allowing me to raise myself over him. “Let me.”

Ice stills for a moment, then spreads his arms wide. A mischievous smile lifts the corners of his mouth. “Anything you want, princess.”

Just what I want to hear. Catching his gaze, snared by the desire burning in his eyes, I place a kiss below his collarbones, then on the swell of his pectorals, tasting the salt of his skin and feeling the steady thunder of his heartbeat against my lips.

His torso is a landscape of hard muscle and old battle scars, each ridge and valley telling a story of survival.

When I brush his small male nipple with my thumb, the contrast between the soft skin there and the iron hardness of his chest makes me dizzy with want.

He hisses as the little bud turns hard. Gently, I scrape my fingernail over the other. It, too, stands erect.

At the smallest touch, he responds. His reactions are so heady that I test him again, this time smoothing my fingers down the ridges of his abdominal muscles.

They bunch, tighten, then ripple. I sigh.

Amazing. The fine dusting of dark hair across his chest tickles my fingertips as I explore the ridged plane of his stomach.

Every part of him so manly, his body so attuned to me…

No matter where I touch him, his pulse races. His eyes darken with need.

Then my gaze drifts down to the hard stalk of his stiff cock rising in an angry jut from between heavy thighs. Ice follows my stare.

“Sabelle…” His voice is a warning: don’t toy with him unless I mean it. He won’t be responsible for the consequences.

It’s a warning I can’t heed, not when I need to touch him, take him in my hand, feel the power, stoke his desire.

I lower my palm just above his knee. His body jolts. When I caress my way up his thigh, he closes his eyes and groans. “Yes. God, yes.”

Closer I creep to his erection and the heavy sacs beneath. Will he feel smooth and hot and strong? I run my fingertips up his hip, swirl around his navel, and slowly begin to follow the line of hair back down.

“Please, princess…”

Big, bad, not-quite-sane Isdernus begging me? I smile and grant his wish.

When my hand closes around him, we both gasp. His shoulders come off the bed, and his eyes flare like an inferno—hot and unstoppable. Incredible. Tingles skip down my arm. Gripping him is like holding power in my hand. My fingers can’t quite wrap around his girth, so I use my other hand as well.

An earthy curse slips from his lips. “I dreamed of this. God, the minute I met you, I could only think of having you with me, naked, touching me, letting me touch you…”

I rub my thumb over the slick head of his cock. He sucks in a breath. Reducing Ice to gasps and moans fills me with both power and peace. I’m where I belong. No other wizard has ever felt so right. But I want more.

Throwing my hair over one shoulder, I bend to him.

Ice tenses when my tongue laves his erection.

When I take him deeper in my mouth, he dissolves into sheet-fisting groans.

He tastes salty and hot and so exquisitely male.

His velvet-over-steel texture on my tongue makes me moan.

He responds by tangling his fingers in my hair in a touch both rough and reverent.

I savor him, the slow learning of his body and pleasures. In the past, sex has been anything from a mere energy exchange to a fun, flirty way to pass time. But every moment with Ice feels like a treasure, a sacred moment, a quickly burgeoning addiction.

“Yes,” he groans, filtering his fingers through my hair before anchoring them against my scalp.

He arches his hips, sinking his cock deeper into my mouth. Amazingly, he grows harder, longer, his motions more insistent and urgent. I revel in the fact that I’m bringing such a fierce warrior and wizard so much bliss.

Moments pass. His fever rises, and he grasps my hair in both hands, taking control and guiding me to deeper, faster strokes. Then suddenly he grits his teeth and stills.

“No more.” Gently, he lifts me away and raises my face to his. “Thank you for the incredible pleasure, princess, but I want to be inside you, feel you all around me. I need that now.”

I need that, too. “Yes.”

He rolls me under his big body, lodges himself in the cradle of my thighs, and plunges deep in one rough stroke. I cry out in pleasure. I’m wet, of course. Simply being in the same room with Ice excites me, and my body is all too eager to receive every hard inch.

Ice surges into me again, fast and deep, burying himself to the hilt. I gasp as his cock scrapes every one of my nerve endings. The sensation is overwhelming—the delicious stretch and burn, the way he fills me so completely. My pulse hammers. We’re both fevered and trembling.

“You drive me to madness.” He grips my hips, then growls when he sinks in deeper. “Give me your pleasure.”

I can’t hold it back. I’m drowning in ecstasy. With every urgent thrust and each maddening retreat, he unleashes more furious need. My nails press into his shoulders as I tighten around him. Ice’s lips brush mine before he melds our mouths together.

What we’re sharing isn’t merely a magical energy exchange. This is Ice pouring his very soul into mine, showing me without words that I’m his entire world. And terrifyingly, beautifully, I realize I’m becoming his.

Ice surrounds me, overwhelms me. He fuses himself with me using measured, relentless strokes that push me over the edge and into a realm where sensation rules and he’s king. With a cry, my heart follows, opening completely to him.

The orgasm tears through me like a force of nature—unstoppable and devastating.

My heart gongs in my ears. Stars explode behind my eyes.

My body arches off the bed as if seeking to fuse completely with his.

Broken sounds spill from my throat as I pulse around him so tightly, he curses against my mouth.

The ecstasy he heaps on me is so intense, it fells me utterly.

It threatens to steal my soul.

But Ice isn’t satisfied. The release of my power into him jolts him with energy, serving like a shot of adrenaline to his libido.

He picks up the pace, shuttling into me with increasingly harsh demand. After a release as powerful as the one I just experienced, I should be well sated.

Instead, Ice demands more. He palms my breast, brushing and pinching the sensitive peak as he continues to delve into my mouth and body with relentless strokes that stun me.

The heat and pressure inexorably build between my legs again, this time darker and more demanding.

Up, up, up my need claws. I can’t stop myself from sinking my teeth into the newly healed flesh of his shoulder, wrapping my legs around his waist, and meeting him thrust for thrust until I dissolve all over again, this time shattering into a million pieces.

My hoarse, warbled cry echoes around the room. A harsh male groan rumbles from Ice’s chest as he empties every bit of himself—breath, heart, seed—deep into me. I feel the warm rush of his seed and his very essence claiming me.