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loomed over her from the side of the bed, his hands going to the
waistband of his briefs. She wet her lips and stretched for him against the
sheets, rubbing her thighs together as she unfastened her bra and flung it
aside. She ran her hands over her own curves, lifting and caressing them for
his hungry gaze.
    He
drank in the sight of her, groaning her name in what could have been praise or
gratitude or just plain worship. Then he hurriedly shucked his drawers, his
erection rising in a proud curve toward his stomach, and Kim’s mouth went dry. Damn.
Her memory hadn’t embellished that.
    She
reached for him and he tensed, but he didn’t pull away as she wrapped her hand
around his shaft. It was warmer than the rest of his skin, but still held that
unique coolness. Both of them stared at her pale hand, working slowly over his
dark, blood-flushed erection. Coming up on her knees, she bent to lick the head
into her mouth and his hands fisted hard in her hair. “ Fuck , that’s
hot.”
    She
pulled back, angling her neck to meet his eyes. “Too much?” As cool as he felt
against her skin, she must feel like fire against his, but he shook his head
and gently encouraged her back to her task.
    She
smiled, all wicked promise, and turned her attention back to the delicious
length of his cock. She’d always enjoyed this. The way his body would jerk
helplessly and he would lose all control—his usual stoic restraint melting into
a heated stream of curses, praise, and promises to do whatever the hell she
wanted as long as she didn’t stop.
    She
worked her hands and mouth in concert, drawing deep then easing off, setting a
rhythm then changing it right when she felt tension coiling in him. Pulling
back, she flicked her tongue over that sensitive spot right on the underside of
where his shaft met his bulbous head. His hips jerked and he cursed, gripping
her shoulders, hauling her back, his wet cock popping out of her mouth as he
flipped her onto her back and yanked off her panties so fast her entire lower
body lifted off the bed.
    A
condom appeared in his hand as if by magic— thank you, telekinesis. He
wasted no time rolling it on, though she could see the strain as he tried not
to go off even from that slight touch. He hooked her knees over his elbows,
pressed her legs back toward her shoulders and notched himself at her entrance,
ice-blue eyes holding hers mercilessly. He could have plunged into her then. She
was so damn ready for him it would have been easy going, but his hands moved
between them, searching through her slippery folds until he found that pocket
of nerves and pinched it lightly between his fingers before rolling it in a
slow grinding circle that made her brain incinerate. She arched and screamed
and he drove into her, all the way to the hilt, wrenching another scream from
her. He was so big, stretching her just to the right side of pain, so every
nerve ending was pulled right to the limits.
    Then
he began to move.
    The
pace was fast and brutal, long, driving strokes, his balls slapping her as he
hilted inside her, grinding the base of his cock against her clit at the end of
each thrust before drawing back and pounding home again. She clutched her own
knees and held on for dear life as pleasure ripped higher and hotter. She was
helpless in this position, completely at his mercy, and oh god it was so
damn good .
    Then
he slipped his arms beneath her, still deep inside her, and somehow he was
lifting her, carrying her over to pin her against the wall, his hands guiding
her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles at the small of his back and
gripped his shoulders as he rocked into her with slow, shallow pulses. She
heard a high-pitched, panting wail and realized distantly it was coming from
her own throat.
    “So
close,” she gasped. “Oh God, Frost .”
    He
kissed her, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he reached between them and
an icy touch teased her clit, the chill hyper-stimulating the bundle of