Page 63 of Wretched Soul

“I’m talking about the direct hit before,” he grumbles as he takes off his gloves and yanks down my pants to expose my ass to the frigid cold air.

I snigger. “Yeah, that was good.”

There’s a sharp slap on my behind that makes me gasp in shock. My head snaps back. “Shade!”

He rubs the pink handprint on my ass cheek. “Not sorry.”

I forget to be angry just at the sight of his beaming grin. He should smile more.

His eyes stay on mine as he slides down my panties to where my pants are gathered around my thighs. He uses a knee to press them to the ground, effectively using my clothing to pin me in place.

Icy fingers slide into the warmth between my legs, and I jolt from the shock. I drop my head and pant.

“Are my fingers cold?” Shade asks without a hint of concern.

“Yes!”

Shade chuckles. “I’ll have to see what I can do about that.”

I look back just in time to see him scoop up some snow. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Lily, you should know by now that I love it when you challenge me.”

“I mean it,” I insist. “Do not put that snow anywhere near me.”

“And she begs too,” he croons, but he isn’t looking at me. He’s patting the snow tightly into a ball. “Today just got even better.” His eyes snap up to mine. “You might want to take a breath for this.”

I do take a breath, one that I intend to use to berate him, but the air leaves my lungs in a scream as Shade presses the snowball to my back. The shock of cold has my back arching, but he grabs my jacket, making sure I can’t escape as he moves the snowball lower.

“Damn you, Shade!”

“Damn us both, Lily,” he agrees.

As Shade trails the snowball down the crack of my ass, it starts to melt immediately. Water follows the groove downwards, tickling past my tight hole. The trickle is tolerably warmer by the time it reaches my pussy, and the sensation isn’t unpleasant. My insides clench as the melted snow drips between my legs.

“Looks like you’re getting wet for me, Slayer,” he chuckles.

Lower and lower the snowball moves until the fire between my legs sizzles where it meets the cold sting of ice. My hips buck and I grind my teeth as Shade slides it along my center. I can’t tell if I’m shivering from cold or shuddering with pleasure.

As I clench my thighs, Shade trails his weapon of choice back up along the crack of my ass. “Now, where else does she feel the cold?”

I groan, but I don’t object as he slides the snowball around my waist to my abdomen. My body tenses as he creates a cold trail beneath my ski jacket and sweater. He extends a cold pointer finger as he reaches my breasts, and pulls down the cup of my bra.

I mumble expletives under my breath.

“Want me to stop?” he asks.

I shake my head, and just as I’m gritting my teeth, he rubs the rapidly shrinking snowball over my nipple. As I go to rear up, Shade wraps his free arm around my waist and presses his hips to mine to keep me locked in place as he trails what’s left of the snowball to my other breast. It’s little more than melting clumps of snow as he slips his fingers into my bra and plays with my other, equally hard nipple.

Shade lifts us both up onto our knees, my back to his chest. “Are you ready for me to warm you up now, Lily?”

“Yes,” I say as I pull off my gloves with my teeth.

I slip my hands around my back and seek out his zipper. My fingers are quickly numbing with cold, but I manage to get inside his pants, then his boxers. I wrap my cold fist around the steel rod of his erection, and it’s Shade’s turn to hiss.

“Sorry, are my hands cold?” I ask innocently.

“You’re a damn menace,” he growls, bending me over again.