“Oh,” I breathed, forgetting what words were. I activated my magic in every ice crystal on the rune. I matched the heat of the magical tears to the heat within me, and within a heartbeat, every bit of frost melted away.
Riyan slowly rested my shoulders against the ancient stone. The muscles in his arms were stiff but his eyes were soft as they traveled up and down my body.
He leaned in and his words were warm against my lips. “I can’t decide where to touch you.”
I smiled. “Then touch me everywhere.”
His lips met mine and he groaned low in his throat. He kissed me tantalizingly softly, but I surrendered to his lead, letting him take his time.
He could take all eternity, if he wanted.
My legs stayed locked around him, so he freed one hand from my thigh. His fingertips left a trail of prickling gooseflesh on my skin as he caressed the curve of my hip, the edge of my stomach, and then finally my breast.
He palmed the side of my breast, his thumb tracing a circle around my nipple. I tilted my head back as pleasure spread through my chest at his touch.
“So pretty,” he said softly. He dropped his hand to grip my thigh again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “But these were always my favorite. And now you’ve given me evenmoreto squeeze. Can’t even wrap my hands around them anymore.”
My laugh skated across his smile. “Your hands are just smaller—but I did eat a lot of pies at the palace.”
“I’ll get you more pies.” His voice was barely more than a rasp before he kissed me again. “A dozen.” Another kiss. “For breakfast.” Another. “Every morning.”
He hungrily kissed where my neck met my shoulder and I let out a throaty whimper. Pleasure wicked into my hips, but my belly stayed relaxed. With each kiss he pressed to my skin, my moans turned into exhales. Each heartbeat was a stamp, marking a joyous moment on a timeline with no end.
Riyan’s hands kneaded upward as he kissed me, his fingers gently caressing the creases between my thighs. With each little sweeping touch, his fingers moved closer and closer to my center.
Pressure built within me, winding around my spine as tightly as thread on a bobbin. I wiggled against him, desperate for friction to relieve the tension, but Riyan nipped my earlobe instead of focusing his attention lower.
His low rasp caressed the shell of my ear. “You writhing little thing…” He bit my ear again.
I wiggled against him hard enough that he groaned against my neck. His calloused palm dragged down my lower belly and his fingers gently swept across my pulsing desire. Each feathered touch brought a needy whimper to my throat.
“I didn’t forget.” His voice was breathy and ragged against my lips. “I didn’t forget how much you liked this…”
His fingers gently dipped inside me and I moaned through my clenched teeth. He stroked me from within, drawing my pleasure out, but I clenched around him.
His fingers were not enough. Ineededhim inside me.
“Riyan,” I begged in a soft whine.
He picked up his pace and smirked. “You’re close, sweetheart. You’re dripping onto my wrist…”
“No, I want to finish with you!”
He slowed down and looked into my eyes. “What was that?”
I bit my lip. The pressure inside me was so intense, I thought I was going to burst. “Pleasefuck me, Riyan.”
His throat tensed and he let out a long breath. “You are not making this easy for me.”
I shuddered as Riyan slowly withdrew his hand. He met my half-lidded gaze and sucked every bit of me off his fingers before lowering his hand back to my hips.
Riyan’s voice was low with warning. “I don’t want to hurt you. I might be the size of a man, but I’m still a lot bigger than—”
“But Iwantit.”
His mouth formed a hard line and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Same rules as last time. If anything hurts, we stop.”
A naughty thought tugged at my mind. “Well, it can hurt a little…”
