Spicy Excerpt:
“Shhh, my lover,” he whispers against the place that aches for him. “I
want to make you scream.”
The burn of his finger as it reaches into my depths has hot tears
rolling down my temples.
Despite the pain he’s causing, he’s not doing it cruelly. I soon learn
his probing has purpose. Within me, he finds a place that seems to throb for
his touch. When he presses against it, I lose all sense of reality. I jolt off
the bed, let out a scream of pleasure, and spin in the dark fog of ecstasy. It
isn’t until I hear him chuckling that I come to. I blink open my eyes to see
that his hair is dusted in snow and the entire room glows light blue. The fire
has been snuffed out of the fireplace.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he says, sliding his finger from within me and
giving me a playful wink that has my womb clenching with need.
Instead of replying to his remark, knowing I’m not going anywhere until
he allows it, I track him as he makes his way over to the fireplace. Both of
his hands glow orange-red and he kneels at the hearth. A hot flash bursts
through the room as he ignites the fire again. Then, he stands and begins
shedding his clothes. I can’t help but drink in his perfect form.
Broad shoulders. Muscular chest. Strong arms.
He pushes his trousers down and his cock bobs out eagerly. I’m fixated
on it. I’ve never seen one up close. Sure, I’ve seen the Eyes of the White men
pissing outside before, but never have I seen one that looks like this. It
bounces as he prowls my way, a bead of wetness glistening from the tip. His
balls hang heavy beneath his impressive length.
“What, snowflake?” he teases as he crawls onto the bed. “Would you like
to take a closer look?”
He knows me better than I know myself.
Rather than denying it, I simply nod. His eyes widen a fraction before
he straddles my naked body with his powerful thighs. Slowly, he makes his way
up the bed until he’s practically sitting on my breasts. He grabs his cock with
one of his strong hands and leans forward. His other hand clutches my bound
ones, his thumb caressing me gently.
“Care for a taste, Cold Queen?”
I lick my lips. “Don’t tease.”
He arches a brow and chuckles. “As you wish.”
The tip of his cock is brought to my lips and he runs it back and forth
along my bottom one. I dart out my tongue and seek out the wetness to see what
he tastes like. Salty and masculine. My tongue circles the soft crown of his
cock, eager to learn more of him. He groans in a way that makes me ache for
him. I don’t understand his power over me, but I’d gladly yield to him over and
over again. I crave to be at his will. Desperate to taste more of him, I wrap
my lips around him, loving the hiss that escapes him.
“You’ve earned the title of Punisher,” he growls. “You’ll tease me to
madness, my queen.”
My queen.
I run my tongue along the underside of his length, craving to make him
weak for me despite me being the one bound and beneath him. He allows me to
taste him a moment longer before he jerks away from me.
Pure fury contorts his handsome face.
Did I do something wrong?
A chill races down my spine as he slowly slides back down the bed, his
angry eyes never leaving mine.
“What did I do wrong?” I demand in a whisper.
The fierce look softens. “Absolutely nothing.”
“What then?”
He wrenches my thighs apart. “You were about to finish things early and
I’d like to be deep inside you when that happens.”
My erratic heart slows at his words. I didn’t do anything wrong because
I did it exactly right. Pride has confidence returning as he settles between my
legs. I dig my heels into his back, urging him closer to me. His hot cock
slides through the fine hair of my sex, teasing me.
“Will you do this with my sister once you’ve had your fill?” I mutter,
trying and failing to keep the hurt from my voice.
Instead of answering me, he leans forward to take my mouth with his. I
taste the muskiness of myself. I’m curious and distracted from what he’s doing
down south until his thickness is pushing into me brutally. A loud sob rips
from me as he drives deep inside. The singe of hair can be smelled as he
releases me from my bindings. His fingers dive into my hair and he doesn’t move
an inch.
“Look at me, my beautiful, sweet queen,” he commands, his voice gruff.
I blink away tears and find his intense, amber stare. My bottom lip
wobbles and he presses a soft kiss to it.
“Hear me and hear me well.” His brows furrow as he regards me. “I only
want you.”
My heart flutters in my chest. “This hurts, Ryke.”
“I’ve taken your innocence, snowflake. It’s a brutal matter. But soon,
your body will adjust to mine. You’ll realize we fit together perfectly.” His
lips urge mine to part and he kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine
in a gentle way. “The ache will fade and the fire will ignite. Burn with me, my
queen.”
He distracts me with another kiss as he slides out of me. Then, with
another hard thrust of his hips, he drives back into me. I moan against his
mouth. The pain is contorting into an unusual sense of pleasure. Even though he
hurts me, I like being impaled by him. I’ve never been this close to another
person. It’s surreal. Bordering on magical. I fear I might wake from a dream at
any moment and this entire encounter with Ryke will have been a dream.
Then I’d be back to the lonely cold.
Sad and fading.
A dying queen.
