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this," he whispered as his warm flesh parted hers, entered hers. He was hard she was soft and they united as sweetly as if they'd been created to
do this. Make love together. He settled on her, his hips fitted to the cradle of her thighs, his bel y pressed flat to hers. It was an ageold position, a position
that was impossibly intimate. She felt him inside of her and on top of her, dominant but not fearful y so.
"Is that it?" she whispered, daring to tease.
"Oh, no," he replied. "There's more, I assure you." He withdrew and thrust into her, his rhythm sure and strong. She lifted her hips to meet his. It wasn't as
elegant as merely laying and receiving him, but he said they'd do this together and she meant to fulfil their bargain. So she moved with him, their slippery
flesh sliding. His penis rubbed against her and into her with each stroke. Her breath came faster.
"Wrap your legs about me," he panted.
She lifted them high, crossing her ankles above his buttocks, locking them together. They could hardly move apart to thrust together again, but somehow
that made it even better. She felt a drop of his sweat splash on her shoulder. She heard the wet, squishing sounds they made. She smel ed the rising mist
of their bodies.
It was al so beautiful that she began to sob.
She was afraid he'd misunderstand, that he'd grow alarmed and stop, but instead he leaned down and nuzzled against her cheek. "Don't hold it in. Let
yourself feel it."
She did. It was like a glorious sun, rising, bright and hot, between them. She arched back her head and shouted, crying and laughing at the same time,
her emotions, her body, free and out of control. He watched her, she knew, stil rocking against her, stil softly kissing her, until his own body jerked and
stiffened and his own crest combusted with hers.
Until they both went up in flames together.
Chapter 10
A slight frown marred the Ice Princess' perfectly cold face, but she continued.
"Next I will need the wisdom of the oldest man alive."
"Easily done," the soldier replied. "For whilst on my journey I stayed the night with the oldest man alive. He was a jolly fellow and after I'd mended his
smoking pipe he gave me a book in which he'd written down everything he'd learned in all his long life. I have it here."
And the soldier withdrew an old and battered book from his sack and gave it to the Ice Princess. . . .
--from The Ice Princess
Isaac opened his eyes with the realization that he held a soft warm weight against himself. Coral still slept, her pale fingers threaded through the hair on
his chest, her golden-red hair spread over his shoulder and against his cheek. He listened to her exhaled breaths and felt a peace such as he'd never
imagined before. And in that moment he made his decision: he would marry this woman, no matter their differences and her past. He would care for her
and live with her and love her until she let down her defenses and loved him back. Until they were both happy and at peace.
She opened her green eyes at that moment and blinked sleepily, yawning delicately like a cat. Her eyes focused o n his face and narrowed in sudden
suspicion. "What is that look on your face? What are you thinking?"
He leaned over to kiss her nose and then grinned. "I'm thinking that I could eat an entire joint of beef for breakfast."
She wrinkled her nose as if the kiss had tickled her. "I don't know about a joint of beef, but I'm sure we can find a gammon steak and some eggs for you."
"And coffee and toast?" he asked hopeful y.
"Of course." Her voice was cool, but her lips curved in a shy smile. "I'l ring for breakfast."
To his disappointment she rose immediately from the bed, modestly pul ing on her worn green silk wrap. He'd rather hoped to make love to her again. But
as he watched her quickly yank the bel -pul and then nervously straighten the little mirror and portrait on her dresser he understood. She needed time. He
must school himself to patience, win her
do this. Make love together. He settled on her, his hips fitted to the cradle of her thighs, his bel y pressed flat to hers. It was an ageold position, a position
that was impossibly intimate. She felt him inside of her and on top of her, dominant but not fearful y so.
"Is that it?" she whispered, daring to tease.
"Oh, no," he replied. "There's more, I assure you." He withdrew and thrust into her, his rhythm sure and strong. She lifted her hips to meet his. It wasn't as
elegant as merely laying and receiving him, but he said they'd do this together and she meant to fulfil their bargain. So she moved with him, their slippery
flesh sliding. His penis rubbed against her and into her with each stroke. Her breath came faster.
"Wrap your legs about me," he panted.
She lifted them high, crossing her ankles above his buttocks, locking them together. They could hardly move apart to thrust together again, but somehow
that made it even better. She felt a drop of his sweat splash on her shoulder. She heard the wet, squishing sounds they made. She smel ed the rising mist
of their bodies.
It was al so beautiful that she began to sob.
She was afraid he'd misunderstand, that he'd grow alarmed and stop, but instead he leaned down and nuzzled against her cheek. "Don't hold it in. Let
yourself feel it."
She did. It was like a glorious sun, rising, bright and hot, between them. She arched back her head and shouted, crying and laughing at the same time,
her emotions, her body, free and out of control. He watched her, she knew, stil rocking against her, stil softly kissing her, until his own body jerked and
stiffened and his own crest combusted with hers.
Until they both went up in flames together.
Chapter 10
A slight frown marred the Ice Princess' perfectly cold face, but she continued.
"Next I will need the wisdom of the oldest man alive."
"Easily done," the soldier replied. "For whilst on my journey I stayed the night with the oldest man alive. He was a jolly fellow and after I'd mended his
smoking pipe he gave me a book in which he'd written down everything he'd learned in all his long life. I have it here."
And the soldier withdrew an old and battered book from his sack and gave it to the Ice Princess. . . .
--from The Ice Princess
Isaac opened his eyes with the realization that he held a soft warm weight against himself. Coral still slept, her pale fingers threaded through the hair on
his chest, her golden-red hair spread over his shoulder and against his cheek. He listened to her exhaled breaths and felt a peace such as he'd never
imagined before. And in that moment he made his decision: he would marry this woman, no matter their differences and her past. He would care for her
and live with her and love her until she let down her defenses and loved him back. Until they were both happy and at peace.
She opened her green eyes at that moment and blinked sleepily, yawning delicately like a cat. Her eyes focused o n his face and narrowed in sudden
suspicion. "What is that look on your face? What are you thinking?"
He leaned over to kiss her nose and then grinned. "I'm thinking that I could eat an entire joint of beef for breakfast."
She wrinkled her nose as if the kiss had tickled her. "I don't know about a joint of beef, but I'm sure we can find a gammon steak and some eggs for you."
"And coffee and toast?" he asked hopeful y.
"Of course." Her voice was cool, but her lips curved in a shy smile. "I'l ring for breakfast."
To his disappointment she rose immediately from the bed, modestly pul ing on her worn green silk wrap. He'd rather hoped to make love to her again. But
as he watched her quickly yank the bel -pul and then nervously straighten the little mirror and portrait on her dresser he understood. She needed time. He
must school himself to patience, win her
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