Page 101 of Wicked Prince of Frost

I have never felt such overwhelming sensations. It’s impossible to hold onto any coherent thought. All I can think about is that I never want him to stop.

So caught up in the way he slowly drives me mad that I don’t notice where his hand has gone until I feel his palm over the bare skin of my ass, sliding down the back of my leg to bend my knee up.

“Joon,” I manage to gasp by the time his hand rests just below my belly button.

Our eyes meet and lock as his touch shifts lower, grazing over the apex of my thighs, as he finds the evidence of my desire. It only takes the barest amount of pressure for two fingers to slip inside me.

The last scraps of propriety vanish as he sinks deeper and deeper. The sensation is unmatched.

“Joon?” I breathe his name. I mean to ask him what he’s doing, but then he begins to move his fingers, slowly stroking. I shudder around him.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

“Don’t. Please don’t,” I am begging shamelessly, and can’t find it in me to care.

A rumble emanates from deep within his chest. “There you go again, making it impossible for me to deny you.”

I reach for him, stroking him through his trousers. He grinds his erection against my hand. I want to touch him the way he is touching me. Joon moves, shifting his hips before I can, and I let out a frustrated groan that’s cut off as he spreads my legs.

He gazes down the length of my body, snagging at my core before returning to my face. “You are beautiful, Violet.”

Joon settles between my thighs. Before I can reach for him, his mouth descends on mine. His fingers find my center again. This time, he adds a third as he begins to stroke me. He swallows my moans, then claims my breasts, moving from one to the other. Teeth scraping over sensitive flesh. He has me at his mercy as he takes my body with hand and mouth.

My stomach clenches as tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter at my core until I think I’ll combust. I try to say his name, to say it’s too much, but can’t think past his caresses. I’ve forgotten how to form words, so I nod.

“You are fucking stunning,” he whispers, then drags his teeth over my earlobe. “Let me see your surrender.”

His hand moves faster. I pull him against me, so his hard length grinds against my clit.

A whimper escapes my throat and turns into a cry as I come undone. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, nearly drowning me. Joon doesn’t stop until he has pulled every last shudder from me.

Completely spent, I let my hands fall limply at my sides. Joon returns to lie beside me. I look at him, my mind hazy from pleasure, as he pulls my chemise back into place.

Slowly, awareness returns as the full impact of what just happened hits.

Demon shit. What did I do?

I shouldn’t have been caught up in him so easily. He jokingly says he cannot deny me, but I am the one who can’t deny him—and the truth is that I don’t want to. I want to be selfish, to claim him and everything he has to offer. Even now, I ache to touch him. To taste him. To draw pleasure out of him as he has done to me.

Joon gathers me into his arms before I get the chance. His arousal strains against my lower belly, trapped between us.

“Joon,” I start.

He hums. “Sleep. You were right, we need to rest.”

“But…” I trail off, not sure what I’m trying to say.I want to touch you,orare we allowed to do this?

“Be still, or I might do something to you that you’ll regret.” Joon’s words are rich and sensual, promising things my body already desperately craves.

Yet, uncertainty wraps around me.

There is nothing special or unique about me or my role. I am only here now because I stole the frost bloom, and he had no other choice.

I don’t regret what happened, but I also don’t want to be a way for him to pass the time. Someone easy to walk away from… and forget.

Light streaming through the window drags me unwillingly back to consciousness. The warmth of the fire has faded slightly. I am warm, but the air is still chilled.

A heavy weight is draped over my waist, pinning me against something warm at my back.