Page 121 of A Requiem of Fire and Ice

I can do this all night. Follow her down every dark hallway, corridor, fucking castle grounds until the panic splutters her tiny, fragile heart. Brown eyes would widen, and I would devour the hitch in her breath until she was breathless.

I want it all.

Down the hallway she creeps. My eyebrow arches when she kicks up the trail rug and places the heel near it. She’s staging a crime scene and playing into the fantasy of panic. All the while, Pandora has a level head and calculates every move. Then she keeps going, wrinkling the rug at the end so it seems like she stumbled when turning the corner.

A flurry of flames breaks away as I appear behind her when she turns back around. My smile broadens when I match her footsteps as she moves back the way she came. The way we move, the hunter follows its prey.

Her skin is exposed on the right side of her shoulder, and a tense vein bulges. I raise my hand, inches from touching the pulse, when she turns around. Appearing on the other side of her, I tilt my head to the side and look down at my panicked little creature. And when she faces the way she’s going again, I’m back behind her, following her steps again with only a brush of manipulated wind to caress the air.

She enters the room on the left and closes the door behind her. I stand before it, wondering if I should enter and end this, when I hear movement down the hallway. Not wanting them to see me, I step into the darkness and watch the male move past, pinching between his legs. He likely needs to piss and can’t find a fucking toilet.

After he’s out of sight, the door opens. Pandora looks to the right, the way he went. Her shoulders relax, and she steps out with confidence, slamming into me. Going into attack mode, she thrusts her palm out when I grab her wrist and twist it around until I pin it behind her back and push her into the room, kicking the door shut.

Her breath hitches, and when I drink her in, her dress tightens around her chest, hardening her nipples. She’s fucking turned on by it.

“Found you,” I breathe.

“What are you going to do now?” Pandora’s voice wavers with suggestive lust when I know she aims for confidence and an edge.

I release my hold on her arm. “Whatever you want, Pandora.”

She faces me, her brown eyes searching, wavering, and glistening in the dark room. Pandora takes a step back, hitting the edge of the bed. Sitting on the end, she lifts her dress, exposing her thighs until her legs open. “What were you suggesting earlier that you wanted to do?”

“You won’t like it.”

Pandora arches a brow in a challenging way. “Try me.” With a roll of my shoulder, I eye the room when I notice the vanity with an oval-shaped mirror attached to it. I take hold of the end, lift it easily, and place it in front of her. Pandora immediately slaps her legs shut and shuffles to the side when I aim the mirror at her. “What the fuck, Reen?”

She goes to rise when I appear before her, my fingers pinching her chin. “I’m going to pleasure you in front of the mirror. You don’t have to look. Keep your eyes closed for all I fucking care, but the mirror stays there.”

“Why?” Pandora says through clenched teeth. “Does it turn you on to see yourself finger-blasting me?”

“No…this is for you.” I push her back on the bed and lift my leg, pressing it daringly close to her heated pussy. My arms move on either side of her as she flattens herself onto the bed. “I want you to see how excited I make you feel. The joy, longing, lust, and empowerment. I want you to see it for yourself.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

I reposition myself until I am behind her, and her back presses against me. My fingers stroke under her chin, luring her until she looks up. “Then if that’s the case…Eyes. On. Me.”

Through a shaky breath, Pandora nods and says, “Okay.”

I lift her dress and spread her legs, exposing her pussy to the mirror. Her breath hitches, trembling with fear and excitement as my fingers hook at her panties, gripping them until they snap.

“Don’t touch anywhere else, please,” she says breathlessly.

My lips brush against hers, and I bow to her plea without words. We kiss, and her cold, soft lips are everything I want to devour. The silk of her tongue holds longing desires of love she never could have or maintain. In any other moment, I would bring more heat, but the slowness gets to me. Especially when she squirms, grinding up against me.

It’s already wet between her legs when my fingers brush against her slit, feeling the smoothness of someone who waxed recently. She moans, gasping when my fingers slip inside her while my thumb caresses her swollen clit. The kiss, soft and filled with promises, intensifies as she wraps her arm around my shoulder and leans up to press her lips firmly against mine.

Warmth and wetness slip through my fingertips as I pump in and out of her. Her walls open, inviting me in, and I know if I fucked her, the excitement filling her would push through without that much pain. Pandora wants this, and every cell in her body yearns for me to touch her, whether she knows it or not.

She grips my hair when my wet fingers slide across her clit, circling the bundle of nerves that makes her hot and bothered. “Fuck,” she moans. “Faster.”

Pandora, the last time I went faster, you fucking orgasmed under a second. Let me revel in this.

Looking in the mirror, my focus settles on her and how she looks at me. Brows pinched inward, eyes wavering with unshed tears, and parted lips that break out in moans of delight. Her body grinds against me, and I am hyper-a-fucking-ware that she can feel my swelling cock, desperate for a fuck.

“Reen…” Her lips inch toward mine. “Kiss me.”

I find her again while my fingers hook inside and pump in and out. It’s becoming frantic, slippery, filled with lust and soaking wet. Pandora moans deep in her throat, making me kiss her harder and faster, our tongues at war.