A Touch of Frost (7 page)

Chapter 11

Lacey stared up at Frost. Uncertainty, insecurity, and fear pulled at her. She had never been with anyone other than Sean. Hell, she had never even thought… well, except for a brief flash a little over a year before, about having a one-night stand.

But, this would be different,
she thought to herself as he gently pulled her into his arms.
He’ll leave this world so I know it won’t last. I won’t have to wonder what it would be like if I ran into him again.

Her fears melted as he wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her. Her own hands moved to his shoulders before she wound them around his neck. Fire licked at her nerve endings reminding her of how long it had been since she had felt the touch of another. His lips burned a path along her jaw down to the smooth curve of her neck, drawing a hungry whimper from her.

“Please…,” she begged, turning her head to press her lips against his temple.

“Frost,” he muttered hoarsely. “My name is Frost. Say it. I want to hear my name on your lips.”

Lacey paused as his roughly spoken demand washed over her. Frost. Somehow knowing his name made what was about to happen much more intimate, more real. Doubt, hesitation, and reality started to crowd her mind. What if….

“Say my name, Lacey,” he whispered, pressing her back down against the soft bedspread. “Say it… please.”

Lacey stared up into his blue eyes. “Frost,” she said in a soft voice.

A shudder ran through him. Determined not to let the fears and doubt overwhelm her, he sealed his lips over hers again. He rolled until she was caged beneath his body. Each kiss ignited a new fire inside them both. He could feel her moving restlessly under him. Her body strained to get closer even as he held his own up so that he didn’t crush her.

His lips tore from hers in surprise when the cool air from the room, washed over his suddenly bare skin. A shy smile shone up at him even as her fingers slid over his shoulders and down his chest. Deciding that he wanted to feel more of her shy exploration against his skin, he rolled until she was lying on top of him.

“Touch me, Lacey,” Frost encouraged. “I need to feel your hands against my skin.”

Lacey’s hair hung down like a curtain, shutting them in their own intimate, little world. Her bright brown eyes glowed with desire. Her slender fingers curled against his chest as she held herself up.

“I… want you to touch me, too,” she admitted shyly. “It has been so long… I might…”

“You will be perfect,” he assured her. “Tell me what you like. We’ll take it slow this first time.”

“Thank you,” she said, biting her lip.

“Touch me,” he demanded in a low voice.

He was determined that she be satisfied first, with no regrets, even if it killed him. Sweat beaded on his brow as she ran her hands over his chest. His fingers flexed on her hips, holding her slightly up so that she was sitting more on his stomach than his hips. His cock was straining upward and he was afraid that he would either scare her or explode prematurely.

“Oh Lacey,” he groaned, trembling as her hair brushed over his shoulder as she tweaked one of his nipples.

“Yes,” she murmured, running her thumb over the sensitive tip before lowering her head and sucking on it.

His hips jerked in reflex. He felt, more than heard, her swift intake of breath as his cock rubbed against her ass. He swallowed and closed his eyes as she moved to his left nipple. The feel of her teeth and tongue against him brought up images of her using them on other parts of his body.

His hands tightened on her hips as the image burned into his brain, sending a wave of fierce need sweeping through him until he could think of nothing else, but sedating the raging fire burning through his groin. He lifted her slightly, hoping that she was ready for him. A brief moment of doubt made him pause. He trembled as uncertainty, something he had never experienced before when he made love to a female, clouded his mind. What if they were not compatible?

As quickly as the thought crept into his mind, he pushed it away. There was no way she could be his soul mate if they were not compatible. Any further doubt disintegrated when she moved her hips to align him with her slick, hot channel. His loud groan filled the air as the tip of his bulbous head connected with her soft entrance. He held her gaze as he pushed forward. He wanted to sear the image of her flushed face into his memory as he took her for the first time. Her swiftly indrawn breath told him of her surprise as he slowly stretched her. But, it was the heated desire in her eyes that told him of her pleasure as he sealed them together as one.

“You are mine, Lacey,” Frost declared in a thick voice. “Mine to hold. Mine to love. Mine to claim.”

“For tonight,” she breathed as she began rocking back and forth. Throwing her head back, she moaned as his hands slid up to hold the heavy mounds of her breasts. “All night.”

Every night,
Frost thought as he let her take control of the rhythm.

One night would never be enough. He was beginning to think a lifetime was not going to be enough as she rose up until only the tip of his cock held him to her before she sank back down, taking him as far as he could go.

*.*.*

The ice in Lacey’s heart was slowly melting, shattering under the fire burning through her. The feel of Frost inside her was delicious. She stared deeply into his eyes as she moved in a rhythm that was as old as time. His face was tight with need and she could feel the tension building inside him. The fact that he was letting her control what was happening, setting the pace, was not lost on her. A sense of awareness deep down told her that this was not something he had ever done before.

She rose up, cupping his hands with hers, and pressed them to her breasts as she rocked. His eyes darkened to an almost twilight color as she continued to move. The feel of his thumbs rubbing against her taut nipples pulled increasing gasps from her lips as her body tightened around his.

“Frost,” Lacey gasped. “Frost, I… oh!”

She couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer as her body splintered around him. She stilled above him, unable to move as her body rocketed out of control. Soft sobs caught in her throat as wave after wave of delicious fire seared her nerve endings.

His arms wrapped around her as she melted forward against him, weightless as small aftershocks rocked her body. The feel of his skin against hers, the taste of him on her lips, calmed her shattered nerves as she pressed down over him.

“Now, Lacey,” he murmured in her ear. “Now, I will show you what it means to be mine.”

*.*.*

Frost tightened his arms around her and rolled. He pressed his lips against her shoulder in a fierce, moist kiss as he pushed his cock deeper for a moment before he slowly withdrew. Each luscious inch of her stroked the length of his cock as he pulled free of her slick vaginal channel. Determined to bring her to pleasure again, he rose up on his knees between her spread thighs.

He wanted to worship her body as he took her. He wanted to imprint his touch on her until she shattered once again. Running his rough palms down along her smooth, silky skin he marveled at the patterns that moved with his touch.

Touching his forefinger and thumb together, he released a small touch of frost between them. Frosty crystals appeared between them. His eyes locked with hers as he reached down and gripped her nipple with the icy tips. A wave of shock registered in her eyes as she bowed under him. The cold pulled her taut tips to hard round nubs that begged for him to taste them.

He sent a brief spurt of cold through his fingers again drawing a loud moan from her. His eyes flicked down to the damp curls covering her mound. Before he was done, she would be begging for release. His eyes returned to hers and with a sharp flick of his finger, he tapped the chilled tips.

“Oh!” She cried out in surprise.

“My name, Lacey,” Frost demanded. “Only my name when I give you pleasure.”

Lacey nodded, gazing at him with wide eyes. Her body reacted to the anticipation of his touch again as he held his fingers together. This time when he touched her, her body was waiting. Each icy touch, each flick that sent waves of pleasure and pain through her, heightened the next time he touched her.

“Frost,” she cried out as his fingers moved down to her heated core.

“Again, Lacey,” Frost demanded.

This time the icy touch was on the swollen nub of her womanhood. She thought her body would have reacted differently, but instead, her legs fell apart as if begging for him to bring her the same pleasure/pain. Her body bowed, the dampness from her desire wetting the inside of her thighs as she spread herself for him.

“I want you,” she panted, her eyes glazed with need. “Frost, I need you.”

“Not yet, my ice maiden,” Frost murmured. “Grip the headboard and do not let go.”

Lacey whimpered in frustration, but raised her arms until she could grip the wrought iron bed frame. Chilling his fingers again, he touched her swollen nub. His cock jerked in time with her heavy pants as she spread wider for him and stiffened.

He knew it would not take long for her to shatter. The combination of icy cold, the flick against her sensitive skin, and followed by the heat of his mouth heightened her sense of need each time he did it. He cursed when he felt his own body’s reaction to her desperate words and increasing desire.

“Each touch will bring you closer, my beautiful maiden,” he promised. “Your body will crave my touch. Your body will anticipate it, demand it, beg for it.”

“Frost, please! Now. Please,” Lacey begged, spreading her legs as far as she could in invitation. “Touch me. One more time. I just need one more time.”

Frost’s eyes flashed with triumph. He fisted his cock in his hand, rubbing the pre-cum on the end over the swollen cap. This time when he took her, he would seal her fate to his for all time. For better or for worse, she would be his. He would fight for her, die for her, even break the laws he swore to uphold to keep her.

“Roll over and get up onto your knees, Lacey,” he instructed. “I will take you hard this time, my ice queen.”

He watched as Lacey rolled between his legs and scrambled up onto her hands and knees. Her head turned so that she could look at him over her shoulder. Her hair spilled over her right shoulder as she stared at him with desperation burning in her eyes.

Frost aligned his straining cock with her slick vagina. This time he showed her no mercy as he pushed into her. His right hand gripped her hip while his left hand pushed her down onto her elbows. He held her down while he drove into her with fierce, powerful thrusts.

She exploded on the third stroke and the muscles along her slick core fisted his cock in pulsing waves that drove him over the brink of rational thought. Moving his left hand up so that her hips were held in a vice grip, he drove deeper and deeper into her, over and over, in a frenzy as his mind dissolved in a rush of blinding pleasure.

The feel of her soft channel pulsing around him, greedily grasping at his cock to hold him to her, was incredible. He could feel the tip of his cock touching her womb as he pushed in as far as he could. The curve of her back lowered in submission drew out the savage warrior demanding obedience. He released her hip briefly to run his hand over her ass. The thought of her total surrender to him broke the fragile thread of his control.

“Mine!” He yelled in a war cry that echoed loudly through the room as he exploded deep inside her. “I claim you, Lacey. You are my ice maiden, my queen.”

Frost closed his eyes as his body shot his seed deep into her womb. He couldn’t control his hips as they continued to thrust against her ass. He had never had a release as strong or as long as this. His body trembled from the force of his continued release. It didn’t help that her body continued to squeeze his cock as if forcing every drop of his come from him.

Gasping, he wound his arms around her and fell to the side. His body was locked to hers. It was as if it had a mind of its own, refusing to release her. He drew her as close as he could and pressed a hot kiss to her shoulder as his eyes began to droop. A small smile curved his lips when covers suddenly settled over them.

“Frost,” Lacey murmured in a sleepy voice.

“Yes, my beautiful queen,” he whispered.

“This is just for tonight, right?” She asked in a quiet voice.

“This is our first night, my ice maiden,” he replied, pressing another kiss into her shoulder and tightening his arms around her. “Sleep. You will need it before the night is over.”

A sated sigh escaped Lacey before her body relaxed against his. He held her against him as she fell into a deep sleep. Unable to resist, he pressed more kisses to her bare shoulder. His body was replete with satisfaction, but his mind was full with what he needed to do. Taar was no longer a problem as long as he remained his current size.

No, the problem now came from how he was going to spirit Lacey away without endangering them both. The laws stated that no planets considered to be too primitive for integration into the Coalition were to be visited. All contact was to be avoided. Any interference or interaction with the local inhabitants was a clear violation and punishable by prison or death. He was courting death for what he just did. He was guaranteed it if any of the Directors discovered that he had taken Lacey from her world.