Page 130 of A Requiem of Fire and Ice

The dagger tightens when Reen leans into me, grazing his neck as he kisses me. His tongue dances with mine. Our hips move as one until my legs flush with heat and a sense of numbness as he breaks my walls and burns me from the inside out. Our hands harden on our choice of weapon, heat flushes to my face, and the circulation causes difficulty breathing.

“Reen,” I pant. “Tighter.”

“You will pass out.”

I lean away from him, and a sadistic smile reaches my lips. “Good.”

The hand at my throat constricts until little air slips in and out of my lungs. Tipping my head until I gaze at the ceiling, my back arches, and I expose my chest. A moan breaks through my lungs when his mouth finds my nipple, and as I imagined, his entire mouth soaks my breast, greedily having it all. Reen bites down after a hard, intense suck, and pain spreads through me, prickling my hair until it stands on end.

He unshackles my hands from above my head, and with this new sense of power, I lean forward and grind to the same rhythm of his intense thrusting. My hands grip his hair, my mouth finds him, and my tongue craves to taste every ashen breath until I’m high on him, this feeling and the throbbing pain filled with excitement and lust.

“Reen, I’m going to come,” I say through hitched breaths.

“Pandora, I fucking swear,” he growls. “I’m not even touching your clit. Keep it together.”

His hand tightens on my throat, either through irritation or lust. It doesn’t matter because it makes me come undone.

My legs tremble around him as I orgasm. Arching my back, I rest against the wall. Ice cracks up the it, crystallising and glistening into a pink hue when I come for him.

“Fuck. You’re tightening around my cock,” he says. Black fire erupts, engulfing my ice with his inferno. The room burns. Thick smoke and ash suffocate the air until I’m choking on it. Black blotches throb in the corner of my eyes, but I keep the dagger firm against his throat because I don’t want this feeling to end.

Not now.

It feels too fucking good to give up.

He keeps pounding into me through our orgasm relentlessly, with no signs of exhaustion.

The ceiling collapses on us, turning into cinders. And through the sounds of the roaring flames, exhausted moans and the taste of ash settling on the tip of my tongue, I pass the fuck out through it all.

The last movement I make, the dagger slips away from his throat and clatters on the floor. The last sound I hear is the dark chuckle of the man I seem to have feelings for.

A throbbing pulse of pain drums across my temple. My body feels on fire, tingling with numbness… especially between my legs. Every bone in my body doesn’t want to move, and when I do, they ache.

With a groan, I force myself to sit up. The first thing I notice is the bedsheets. How can I forget the sheets I’ve slept in since moving to Oceanview Harbour?

My focus then scans the room. The mirror with the towel hanging over it to prevent me from seeing myself, and the dresser with make-up and lotions, to the piles of clothes on the floor. There’s no trash or smell of lingering dust, meaning someone cleaned the room.

Shuffling out of bed, I drag my hands through my hair and exhale deeply. I’m dressed, minimal as it may be. Even so, clothes cover me.

“Pandora?”

In the darkest part of the room, Reen steps out. I smile until I notice what he’s wearing. My smile falters, and my hands tighten on the sheets. He has a letter in his hand and slaps it against his palm while walking toward me.

“No rest day?” I joke.

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You were resting for almost a day. Alad gave you fluids to keep you hydrated and healthy. He even cleaned your room. Your throat has healed, too, thanks to a healer in Oceanview Harbour.”

“And now you’re ready to remove my life after caring for it?”

Reen places the letter on my lap. “I don’t want to kill you, so…here’s your ultimatum. Alad knows what’s inside and is waiting outside your apartment. When you’re ready, leave your apartment with resolve thick on your tongue.”

“Where are you going?” I ask when he moves toward the door.

He stands at it, almost towering, and says, “I’ll be waiting.”

When he leaves, I tear the envelope and take out the paper. My heart flutters, tears brimming in my eyes.

“Idiot…”