Born of Ice

Never had he seen such a beautiful sight.

He claimed his position on top of her and prayed they lived to make it through this moment. Everything else be damned, he would have it.

Alix reveled in the way Devyn looked at her. Maybe he did care for her more than she’d thought. Maybe he didn’t hate her for what she’d done.

Dare she even hope for that?

He reached down to her sides and took both of her hands into his. Once on top of her, he moved both hands above her head and entered her.

She gasped at the way he filled her, perfectly, completely. He was so hard she feared she might break in two. The pleasure from it overshadowed the thought. Stroke by stroke, he slid himself deep inside her until she writhed in pleasure.

He nibbled her ear, whispering into it with each stroke. “You’re amazing. So beautiful.”

Alix closed her eyes and prayed this wasn’t a dream. His body worshiped hers. There wasn’t another word to describe the way he touched her. She wanted to free her hands and pleasure him. She could’ve if she’d wanted to, but he held them there with just enough strength.

She tugged once.

“No,” he breathed, shaking his head. “This is for you.”

Those words made her want him all the more. She spread her legs further as he dove deeper inside her. Pressure built with each caress. He trailed kisses down her neck, over her mouth, each time murmuring sweet things to her.

If she was going to die, let it be now. Let it be while she was dreaming and loved. For once. Was it too much to ask that this be real?

Then, when she could stand it no longer, she splintered around him, screaming out his name.

Devyn smiled in satisfaction as his name rolled from her lips. He wanted to join her, but not yet. Not until she came over and over again. This would be her moment. He wasn’t some selfish bastard who only took and never gave in return.

He rolled them over until he was on his back and let her take the reins.

Alix just looked at him, bewildered. She’d never been on top of a man and wasn’t sure she knew what to do. All the selfish assholes on her father’s ship had never let her be in control.

“Are you okay?”

Still trying to catch her breath, Alix nodded. She just hoped she didn’t disappoint him.

Noting her hesitation, Devyn reached up and grabbed her hips, guiding her down on top of him. As she descended, he groaned. She was still so pliant, so wet on top of him, and the way she rolled her eyes back almost made him come right then and there.

Alix bit her lips. Within a few strokes, she began to enjoy riding him. She could take him in fully and the crazy thing was he watched her each time. His heavy-lidded eyes let her know she was doing everything just right.

Reaching up to her, Devyn cupped her neck and moved her hair from her face before pulling her down for another kiss. His other hand reached around to take her nipple between his fingers again.

It was all too much. Within seconds, pressure built and she screamed out his name.

Again.

Devyn soon joined her and she collapsed on top of him.

She lay quiet in his arms, wanting it to last forever. And he held her as if it could . . .

But that was what happened to other people.

Not slaves.

And definitely not her.

That choice had never been given to her, and it was something she’d just have to accept. At the end of all of this, if they lived, she’d have to leave him.

The mere thought of being separated from him ripped through her like nothing ever had.

This is all we have. This one moment.

Hang on to it.

But it wasn’t enough. He made her selfish and she wanted to live this dream forever.

Devyn wanted to savor the look of her lying on top of him forever. No woman had ever felt better in his arms. And the greatest pleasure had been watching her explode as she looked down at him.

He wanted to see it again.

With that thought in mind, he withdrew from her to dress. He handed her her clothes and savored the sight of her dressing next to him.

Once they finished, he lifted her up in his arms as if she were a bride.

Alix scowled at him as he made her feel tiny and petite. Weightless.

Most of all, he made her feel treasured.

“Where are you taking me?”

He grinned at her. “You read my mind, love. Next I’m taking you on my bed. Then probably the floor and bathroom. And wherever else meets my fancy.”

“Fancy?” What a strange word for him to use. It was so out of character.

“My Aunt Tessa’s favorite word. I don’t use it much, but it seemed to fit.”

They made their way to his room, where he immediately placed her on the bed and removed her clothes so fast it was like they teleported off.

Even after having had two orgasms, Alix still had a hungry look in her eyes. “Come here,” she commanded.

“I think I’ve created a monster.” But he was loving every minute of it.

“Where you’re concerned, Captain, I don’t think I can ever get enough.”