Page 74 of Icebound Hearts
She nods, her throat working as she swallows, so I turn and carry her to her bed. The covers are a bit disheveled, and when I spot the vibrator that’s still resting on one side of the bed, all I can think about is how incredible she must have looked lying there with her legs spread, taking care of herself.
I lie her down on her back and stand at the foot of the bed like I’m about to kneel at an altar to worship a goddess. But Violet keeps one hand crossed over her chest as if she’s suddenly embarrassed to let me see all of her. I frown, crawling up to hover over her and gently taking her wrist, then lifting it to my lips to kiss her palm.
As I do, I realize what she was trying to hide.
The scar from her heart surgery.
It’s clear that she’s self-conscious about it, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s as gorgeous as the rest of her. More so, maybe, because it’s thanks to that scar and the life-saving surgery she had that she’s here with me right now. That scar represents her brush with death, and all the strength it took for her to come back from it.
“Sorry.” Violet winces when she realizes that my gaze has dropped to her scar. “It’s ugly. I know I’m not perf?—”
I interrupt her with a hard kiss, pressing my lips to hers to cut off her words. I keep kissing her until she softens beneath me, arching her back and sliding her tongue against mine as she gasps for breath. Once I’m sure I’ve made my point without words, I draw back, my face just inches from hers.
“Youareperfect,” I tell her firmly, my voice low. I lower my mouth to her chest and place my lips tenderly at the top of her sternum where her scar starts. “Every inch of you is beautiful. Including this scar. Especially this scar.”
I lightly kiss my way down the long red mark, my tongue dragging over and between her breasts. She seems to relax a little bit more with every feather touch of my lips, with every flick of my tongue, and it brings a smile to my face as I move down to the bottom of her scar.
“This mark proves that you’re a fighter,” I breathe. “And that’s one of my favorite things about you.”
She shivers, her fingers sliding through my hair, and I tease and taste her a little longer, sucking her breasts into my mouth and flicking her nipples with my tongue. My hands trail down her thighs as I finally move lower, kneeling between her legs as they fall open to either side of me. My fingers brush the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, summoning goosebumps to the surface, and I clench my jaw as I breathe her in. She’s so intoxicating—all of her—that I almost can’t bear it.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this, and I’m not even sure Idodeserve it, but I’m not about to stop now. I wasn’t kidding when I told her she deserved so much better than Ethan, and I’m determined to show her how much I meant it. How much she’s worth, and how seriously I take that.
Gripping her knees, I spread her legs even wider for me, and she gazes down the line of her body at me, watching me with hooded eyes. Once I have her right where I want her, I slide my hands back up, resting them on either side of herpussy, framing it like the work of art it is. I don’t want to rush. I want to appreciate every fucking moment of this, so I start slow, dragging my tongue up her slit from bottom to top. She whimpers, throwing her head back as her hips move toward me, seeking more.
She tastes like fucking heaven, so I do it again, sliding my tongue deeper between her folds to taste more of her. She makes another noise, and I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit before lifting my head.
“Were you really thinking of me while you used that?” I ask, jerking my chin toward the vibrator on the bed beside her.
Her face flushes, but she nods, glancing down at me. “Yes.”
Heat surges through my veins at her admission. The gorgeous flush on her cheeks deepens, and my cock swells. Not that I doubted it, but with my hands on her like this, I can feel her pulse pumping, and it can’t lie. It’s telling me everything her words can’t. She reallyhaswanted this as badly as I have.
“I was so fucking jealous of that damned vibrator,” I tell her honestly, my voice hoarse as I lap at her again. “And I was so fucking hard that I almost came just from thinking about what you were in here doing to get yourself off.”
“I was thinking of you too,” she breathes, her chest rising and falling faster.
A possessive grin curves my lips. “Good girl. What were you thinking about me doing?”
I spit on her clit as I finish speaking, making her gasp as her pupils blow wide.
“I was thinking…” She lets out a soft, breathless sound as I start thumbing her clit, encouraging her. “Of you on top of me. Kissing and—” Her voice breaks off in a moan as I stiffen my tongue and plunge it inside her. “A-and touching me.”
“Like this?” I ask as I give her clit a messy kiss and then drag my tongue down her slit. She inhales sharply and lets it out with a shudder, then locks her eyes on mine.
“Just like that. More. Please, don’t stop.”
No fucking chance of that.
My cock is screaming at me, desperate for release. Desperate to feel her. But still, I take my time. I press a finger into her, and the look of shock and pleasure that blooms on her face makes my balls tighten. Before she can adjust, I lower my mouth to her clit, dragging the tip of my tongue around and across it as I press another finger into her. I feel almost possessed, desperate and hungry in a way I can hardly remember being before, nearly feral with the need to make her come.
“Holy shit! Oh my god, Sawyer, what are you—?” She lifts her head off the bed a little when I curl my fingers, her eyes wide as her inner walls clench around me.
I grin up at her, licking my lips. “Has no man ever found your g-spot before? Oh, heartbreaker. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
I curl my fingers again, working her g-spot, and Violet starts to shiver and shake, her hips rolling in a rhythm to match mine. My mouth goes back to her clit, and I tease that sensitive little nub as my fingers keep moving, assaulting her with pleasure from all directions.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”