His grip tightened just enough to make my breath catch. His eyes glowed with a magical silver hue, burning with something ancient and wild.
“You’re going to surrender every ounce of control, Spitfire. You’ll do exactly what I tell you… and nothing else.”
I lifted a defiant brow, even as my racing heart betrayed me. “I’m not very good at following rules. You know this.”
“Which makes this all the more enjoyable.” The rumble from his baritone voice brushed against something primal inside me, something wild and wanting, causing me tomelt. “Trust me, Skylar. I know what you need. Have I ever left you unsatisfied?”
Words stuck to my throat, and I barely rasped, “No.”
He leaned back, and his smile grew with a sinful, delicious charm. “Good. Now, release control. You’re mine.”
Shackles of ice formed between my wrists, binding me to the wall. Fingers traced my arms and along the column of my neck, until rough palms fondled my breasts.
My head tilted back as a breathless moan escaped my lips.
“The sounds you make are delicious,” he said, leaning in, palms skimming along my middle, admiring every inch of me. “I wonder if I can make you sing.”
Lowering to his knees, Daxton hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, kissing and biting the inside of my thigh as he made his way higher toward my center, to where I was desperate for his touch. My thoughts scattered as the world disappeared, and I could only focus on his lips, his tongue, inching closer and closer toward the height of my arousal.
But… he was taking his sweet time getting there.
“Daxton.” My voice was breathy, heavy with need.
“Yes.” He paused, leaning back.
My legs quivered with anticipation. “You… are pure evil.”
Daxton laughed. “Stay still.”
Veins of ice formed around my middle. The bite of cold added a sting of pain that enhanced the pleasure rolling through my core. His fingers pressed harder into my inner thighs, spreading me wider, before he brought his mouth tomy apex. His tongue finally…finallyfound its mark, gliding over my sensitive bundle of nerves.
I moaned into the darkness of the cave, my cries of pleasure echoing off the rocks and diving into the surrounding seas.
Daxton worshiped me from his knees, slipping his tongue inside me while one hand moved to continue stroking my clit in delicious circles. I jerked at the sensation, but his ice held me captive, thickening when I tried to break through.
I could melt the ice away, but where would the fun be in that?
Every nerve was firing in my body as my husband brought me closer and closer to the edge of my release—right before he pulled away.
Looking down, a wicked gleam shone in his eyes. The damn male knew how close I was.
“Eyes on me, Spitfire.”
I obeyed the only male I’d ever allow to give me a command.
“Good,” he praised.
His ice calmed my fire magic, allowing me to release all control. I released a loud gasp when he slipped two fingers inside me.
“You will only look at me while I pleasure you. If you close your eyes or look away, I’ll stop.”
I nodded in understanding, chest heaving.
He rewarded me with the return of his tongue, and in seconds, I shattered around his fingers, my eyes never leaving his.
Before I had time to come down from my haze, Daxton’s ice restraints retreated, and he pulled me against him, lips crashing in a fevered need. I stripped his shirt free. His pants fell to the ground, and he pushed me against the wall. I jumped into his arms, locking my legs around his waist as stone bit into my back, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was this male between my thighs.
“On your knees, my queen,” he growled against my lips.
