Supernaturally Kissed (Frostbite 1)

“No one has pleasured you right,” he said, equal parts haughtiness and satisfaction.

I grasped the sheets with my hands. “Don’t stop.”

He put more weight against my stomach with his hand, angling my body further. He kept his fingers deep inside me and flicked the sensitive spot. I released shuddering breaths, squeals—everything and anything that screamed of a complete loss of control.

My hands tightened in the bed sheets. “M-m-more.”

His eyes burned deeper, his jaw clenched tight and he took it upon himself to send me to heaven himself. He slammed his fingers inside with the palm of his hand only adding to the sensation as he stimulated my nub. My entire body tightened and I arched my head back, sucking in a breath. I extended my legs and my toes pointed as my body teetered between life and death.

My breath whooshed out, my eyes fluttered open. My body was heavy and tingled with erotic fulfillment.

I blinked slowly. Kipp now positioned above me, his gaze needy and wanting as he knelt between my legs. He placed his hands on my knees, bending my legs back along my sides to open for him. Then he took his erection in his hand, stroked it and placed the tip against my center.

I ran my gaze over him and I’d never seen anything so beautiful. Against the sculpted lines of his abs, the hairless skin made his erection look all too appetizing. I craved to taste him, touch him, but the strain he suffered made my wants impossible. His desperate eyes told me he couldn’t wait any longer to have me.

With a slow, gentle movement of restraint on his part, he found a home inside me. His eyes closed and his moan touched my soul as it spoke of a truth that this—whatever held between us—had been real no matter what the circumstances. I cupped his face as he moved oh so slow. His expression filled with lustful intentions. But something else too—something far deeper as his gaze of love bore into mine.

Without a single inkling of warning, he slammed into me with the full strength of his body. I screamed, a sharp sound of surprise and almost pain from intense pleasure. He slid out only to thrust back into me, harder now. He waited only a moment for me to gather my breath before he repeated the move.

Again.

And again.

The bed banged against the wall. I shook to my core as he tormented me with his rough thrusts. I panted, cried out, unable to do anything else, powerless to make sense of the sensations. Every nerve bud in my body awakened.

“Not yet,” Kipp all but growled. I released a sharp cry as he stilled. “I’ll finish you, but I want to watch you ride me when I do.”

I didn’t hesitate. I pushed him back so he knelt, climbed on top of him and lowered down onto his erection. With his hands on my hips, I wrapped my legs around him, held on to his shoulders and rocked against him.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” His voice dropped an octave and

his hands tightened around my hips. “Do you know how insane you drive me? Fuck, Tess, you’re incredible.”

“Prove it—show me how wild I make you.” I met his gaze in a challenge to make good on his promises.

The corner of his mouth curved and the hooded look in his eyes told me I might regret my words. I wanted to lower my head, melt into his embrace to save myself from the intensity capturing me, but I couldn’t look away from him. Not with his eyes raging with more passion than I thought lived in one person. Not when he looked at me as though he’d been undeserving of me. And definitely not when his eyes said that after we were done, he’d only want more.

He rocked me harder against him in an urgent demand. “Tess,” he shouted.

“Kipp.” I echoed his shout, but suddenly, everything around me blurred. His movements increased, his expression tight and filled with the tension of his impending release.

“Tess,” he called out again. Now it’d been loud and demanding—not at all lustful.

Wait! What?

I shot straight up out of bed and glanced around, trying to make sense of what happened, plus attempting to settle my pounding heart.

Kipp loomed over his bed—fully clothed. He reached out as if he wanted to touch me, but pulled back his hand. “Are you okay?” Concern showed heavy in his gaze.

“What?” I exhaled, breathless.

“You were moaning and saying my name. Did you have a bad dream?”

Holy shit, it was a dream.

I had heard of erotic dreams. Hell, I always wanted one, but not with the man in the dream staring at me, asking why I yelled out his name. “Er, I didn’t have a bad dream.”

Kipp’s worry settled into a smile. “Everything all right?”