"Look at me, Vera," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Look at what you do to me."
Vera looked down, her emerald eyes widening as she saw him. He was magnificent—a warrior built for conquest, his skin glowing with the power of the sun and the moon combined. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his length, her small, cold hand barely meeting around the thickness of him.
Kassian let out a sharp, jagged breath, his head hitting the ice pillar with a thud. "Fuck... your hands are so cold... it feels like heaven."
He didn't wait any longer. He gripped her thighs, his fingers bruising her skin, and guided himself to her entrance. He was already slick with her arousal, the jasmine scent of her making his head spin. He pushed inside in one slow, agonizing thrust, his eyes never leaving hers.
