Page 127 of Wicked Prince of Frost

He hums, pleased by my response. The hand on my ass finds its way between my legs. Fingers graze the extremely sensitive skin along my core, teasing, until I’m writhing.

Then he siphons. Like before, he alternates between pulling the power from me and easing his power through my veins before an episode has a chance to start.

Joon has barely taken any, but before I can comment on it, his fingers slip inside me, turning my words into a moan. There is no hiding how ready I am as he begins moving in and out.

He brings me to the edge of pleasure, keeping me there until I let out a plaintive whimper. His hand leaves me to pull the collar of my robe below my breasts as I tug his waistband just low enough to free him from his night pants. Our need is too strong for us to bother with fully undressing.

With him free, I sit up and gaze at him.

“Take your pleasure.” His hands grip my thighs as he waits for me.

He lets out a breath as I take him in my hand and guide his tip to my entrance. I sink onto him until every inch of his cock is buried inside me. His fingers dig into my flesh as my body stretches to accommodate him. Then, I begin to move, taking my time to savor the way our bodies fit together and the sweet agony of each movement.

His thumb moves to my clit and moves in small circles, sending a jolt through me. His touch makes it impossible to go slow any longer. The sensations he adds to my movements are so intense. I try to escape them, but he follows every shift I make.

My release rips through me in shuddering waves. Before I can come down from the high, Joon lifts me up and slips from me. The world tilts and I’m on my back.

“You are fucking exquisite when you tremble around my cock.” He holds himself above me, positioning himself as he holds me with his intense gaze.

My insides clench with the need to have him fill me again. To move inside me. He doesn’t make me wait long. Driving his hips forward, he enters me hard and fast. My breath snagsat the abrupt fullness, of being stretched to accommodate all of him.

His hand travels up to my breasts, caressing and lightly pinching the peak just to hear the sounds he can pull from me.

He moves with a fierce possessiveness. There is nothing gentle about the way he takes me, though he is careful not to hurt. He leans down and kisses his way down my neck to my shoulder and bites down just hard enough to add pleasure to every primal thrust.

He hooks a hand behind one of my knees and brings it up to rest over my shoulder. It allows him to go even deeper.

We don’t bother with words, letting our bodies do the talking. There’s nothing but our moans and the sound of our bodies coming together, chasing away all thoughts of anything other than him.

Joon studies my every reaction. Each gasp and whimper I make unravels his self-control. He speeds up to an almost punishing pace, winding me tighter. It’s not long before he has me gasping from the unbearable need.

I feel his desperation, a mirror of my own, to hold on to this thing we found in each other and fight against the forces that will rip it away. The cruelty of saints to give us a taste of something so coveted and rare, knowing it was never meant for us.

Every time he buries himself, it’s as if he’s trying to claim me so thoroughly that not even fate itself can have sway over me without his permission. And I crave it as desperately as he demands it.

I arch my back as I teeter, suspended over the edge in that endless moment right before the fall. My fingers curl, nails digging into his back as I cling to him. He takes the hint and goes even deeper. We surrender ourselves to the moment and to each other.

It's enough to send me plummeting into the exquisite ecstasy of my climax. My lashes flutter as I fall, and I think I see a shimmering strand between us. But I lose it as he drives into me with increasing force. His rhythm faltering as my body clenches around him and I cry out my release.

Even when my orgasm fades, everything is so sensitive that my body shudders in the aftershock of every powerful stroke of his cock. He lets out a sound from his throat, a groan of part pleasure, part utter possessiveness. He thickens inside me, and I can feel every throb as he finds release.

Gradually, he slows, then reluctantly slips from me. Joon gathers me in his arms as he collapses beside me. He holds me, my limbs tangling with his, as he trails kisses over my neck and shoulder.

“I want countless mornings of waking up just like this,” Joon murmurs against my skin.

Affection swells in my chest. I never dared to want something so permanent before. It would be easy to let myself dream that it could last longer than the brief moment of our lives.

And all the more painful when it never happens.

No matter how much I want to tell him I want the same, I can’t bring myself to encourage something that will only bring both of us more heartbreak in the end.

“You didn’t siphon enough,” I remind him. My voice is lazy. Almost slurring with the weight of sleep.

Joon nuzzles into the crook of my neck. “Have dinner with me tonight?”

The request is so tender and innocent compared to what we just did that I pull back to look at him. His eyes hold more adoration than I deserve.

How will I ever bear to leave him when the time comes?