"Drink well, my Emperor," Vera murmured, her eyes scanning the lines of the book even as her breath hitched. "Is that better? Does the Emperor feel less like he's melting?"
Kassian moaned, a deep, masculine sound that vibrated through Vera's entire chest. He moved to the other breast, his hands sliding down to grip her buttocks, pulling her harder against his lap. Beneath his trousers, his erection was a solid, throbbing bar of iron, pressing rhythmically against her center.
"More," Kassian rasped, his eyes clouded with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Give me more of the cold. You're so sweet, Vera. You taste like jasmine and winter. I can't stop myself."
Vera looked down, her emerald eyes meeting his sky-blue ones. She saw the raw, unhinged worship in his gaze. She reached down and guided his head back to her breast, her fingers tangling in his silver hair.
