Page 110 of Wicked Prince of Frost

“You own my heart.” He kisses my mouth, then trails his lips down my neck. He kneels at my feet, holding me by the hips. “And if you let me, I would bow to you every day for the rest of my life to show you how deeply I love you.”

Joon gazes at me as if he is lost, and my heart flutters.

I reach for his crown and let it fall to the ground beside us. “Do not bow. All I ask is that you stay with me for as long as you can. Show me with your words and your deeds.” I unclasp his cloak, letting it fall away. “And with your hands.” My hands slide over the hard muscles of his chest and lean into him, bringing my mouth to his ear. “Show me.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

VIOLET

A shudder runs over him.Joon unhooks my cloak, hands lingering on my shoulders, sliding down to my waist. His fingers roughly dig into my hips as he yanks me to him. One arm goes around the backs of my thighs, the other snakes around my waist, hand splayed up my spine.

Joon kisses my stomach, then between my breasts, before taking one in his mouth. He teases me with his tongue, nipping and sucking the peak until it tightens, then moves to the other. The wet material is chilly against my skin.

I moan, sure that I will come undone from this alone. Then I remember the way his fingers felt inside me, and I want to know how it will feel to have his cock inside me.

“More,” I say breathlessly. “I want your skin on mine.”

Pulling me down to him by the back of my neck, Joon claims my mouth with his, lowering me to the ground, holding himself over me.

His tongue slides over mine, and unlike every other kiss we’ve shared, there is something so carnal about it. My legs part, allowing him to settle between them.

He pushes my skirts up. Every part of my body awakens at his touch. I lift my hips to help, and the movement causes me to press against him.

The palm pressing down on my bare hip brings his thumb tantalizingly close to my core that demands more,more, more. He makes a noise low in his throat, grinding his arousal against the junction of my thighs.

I squirm, searching for the angle that will bring me the relief I need.

No one has ever stirred such desire in me before, and my heart has never longed for someone as it longs for him now as he holds me in his embrace.

Joon kisses his way down my neck, nipping at my collarbones as he unbuttons my blouse. “Tell me you are not pretending, Violet. When I claim you, I want it to be real.”

With a rough tug, he undoes the tie that holds my skirt in place. The material falls away. I am left completely exposed, yet I have never felt safer. “This is real… I am yours. My heart. My body. Every part of me is yours.”

I want to feel his skin against mine—to explore him with my hands and body. Ineedto—need him.

He holds himself over me, ensnaring me with his gaze as he trails a hand down to my breast, kneading once, catching my nipple between two fingers before moving down my ribs, to my stomach, and lower still, finally slipping between my thighs.

He slides two fingers along my core. He does it again and again, sliding through the arousal gathered there. Even if I wanted to, I could not deny how much I need him in every sense of the word.

Joon continues to stroke me until I feel like weeping from the overwhelming fire he stirs in me. He presses against my slick entrance, sinking into me until his knucklesmeet my center. I arch into him as he begins to pump his hand.

“I do not know when I started wanting you, only that I do.” Joon’s mouth descends on my breast, and I see stars as his lips and tongue explore. Tension coils in my belly.

His teeth scrape as his mouth inches lower, leaving my dampened skin exposed to the cool air.

I don’t realize that my hands are free until he spreads my legs.

“To think I could have had you on my tongue weeks ago.” His fingers slip from me, and then he descends on my core, exploring me. Learning me. It’s as if he is a starving man intent on consuming me. He uses his tongue relentlessly until I am writhing against his mouth. His teeth scrape against my flesh, sending sparks of electric pleasure through my body. Joon gives a low growl of approval.

He finds a spot that sends a wave of ecstasy over me. I arch my back as he continues to discover, searching for all the places that give him the reactions he wants from me.

It is too much and not enough. I want to touch him the way he touched me in the cabin. The way he is touching me now.

He moves back up my body. I watch as he drags the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, licking me off him.

“Tell me what you want, Violet,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

My eyes threaten to water from the unspoken words I want to say to him.