Tempting The Ice King

BREATHLESS

"Who's at the door, Hailey?" My dad yelled from the living room.

"Jia is here. I just came to fetch some pajamas, we're having a sleepover tonight. Bye, Dad. I'll call you tonight." I muttered before opening the door and slipping outside.

Kyren towered over me, his silver orbs burning into my skin. I grabbed his hand before walking over to his car.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as soon as we reached his car.

He wordlessly opened the car door and I frowned at him before hesitantly stepping into the car.

He slammed the door shut behind me before getting in on his side of the car. He sped down the road, driving straight to our suite.

His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. The air inside the car was suffocating, silent.

The entire ride home I tried to come up with an excuse as to why I broke his rules, but I couldn't find any.

Kyren parked his car in the parking lot before getting out of the car. I nervously bit down on my bottom lip as he came over to pull my door open for me.

He locked doors behind me before making his way into the building. We were greeted by security as we walked over to the elevator.

I entered the corner and made my way into a corner, opposite Kyren. His eyes landed on me, dark and possessive. I gulped nervously before staring at the ceiling.

My cheeks and ears were on fire as his eyes burned into me. The elevator stopped on our floor and I carefully stepped into the corridor. Kyren wrapped a firm hand around my wrist before pulling into our apartment.

I gasped in shock as he slammed the door shut behind us. He slowly strode over to me until my calves pressed against the small coffee table in the living room.

"Kyren," I breathed, my eyes wandering to his lips on instinct.

"Why did you run to your father?" He asked before clenching jaw.

"He wasn't at practice... I just wanted to check if he was okay." I replied in all honesty.

"What was Oliver doing there?" He asked before possessively placing his hands on my cheeks, pulling closer to his lips. "I told you that you were mine. Why do you keep trying to prove me wrong?"

I pushed him away from me. "I'm not yours, Kyren. Stop saying that when you know I'm just a pawn in your game."

I slammed my fists against his chest. "I'm a pawn in everyone’s game. Let's just end this. Let's end the games." I tiredly uttered and Kyren crushed a punishing kiss to my lips.

He lifted me off the ground and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. I opened my mouth, giving him access and the kiss turned fiery, tasting of our desperation.

He carried me over to the kitchen counter. He sat me down on the cold marble. He stood between my parted legs, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave bruises.

"A pawn?" He repeated, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. He leaned in, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. "You think this is a game to me?"

Before I could answer, his hands were at the waistband of my skirt and panties. In one ruthless motion, he stripped them down my legs and tossed them aside.

The cool air of the apartment bit into my naked skin, making me gasp. He pushed my knees apart, wider, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.

"Look at you," he murmured, his eyes dropping. "Soaked for me."

He didn't give me a chance to retort. His head dipped, his large hands sliding under my thighs and pulling me to the very edge of the counter.

My heart hammered against my ribs. And then his mouth was on me.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't exploratory. It was a claim. His tongue licked a punishing stripe from my entrance to my c**t. I cried out, my hands flying to his hair, tangling in the dark strands.

"Kyren."

"No talking," he growled against my flesh, sending a vibration straight to my core. "Just feel. Feel this, Hailey. Feel what you do to me. What I do to you."

His tongue focused on my c**t, circling it with a relentless pressure. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, and my back arched off the counter, a desperate moan escaping my lips.

"Yes, right there," I pleaded, my hips beginning to rock of their own accord, seeking more of him.

He pulled back slightly, his breath fanning over my wet flesh. "Begging already, Princess? You haven't even begun to pay for running to him.

He drove back in. He'd lap at me slowly, making me whimper, then attack with rapid, flicking stokes that stole my breath.

His hands held my hips down, pinning me in place, forcing me to take every sensation he gave me.

"This cunt is mine," he snarled, the crude word making me clench around nothing. "Every taste, every sigh, every f*****g tremble. You come on my tongue when I say so. Do you understand?"

I could only moan in response. The coil inside me was winding impossibly tight. Kyren's tongue pressed harder in a relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of my blood.

"I can feel you getting tighter," he muttered, his voice thick and muffled against me. "Your little c**t is throbbing for me. Are you gonna come? Are you gonna scream for me?"

"Please," I gasped, the word ripped from my soul. "Please, Kyren. Please let me come."

"Now."

The command was all it took. The orgasm shook me to my core. My body arched as wave after eave of pleasure tore through me.

Kyren didn't let up, his tongue working me through the violent pulses, prolonging the agony until tears streamed from the corners of my eyes.

When the last shudder subsided, my legs felt like jelly. Kyren rose, slowly, his lips glistening. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving mine.

"That was for lying," he calmly stated, as if commenting on the weather. He unbuckled his belt, the click of the clasp unnaturally loud. "But you still ran."

He pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to free his erection. He was thick and hard. My mouth watered at the sight of him.

"On your knees."

The command brooked no argument. I slid off the counter with trembling legs. I sank to the floor before him, the hardwood biting into my knees.

He fisted his hand in my ponytail, tilting my head back.

"Open."

I parted my lips, and he guided himself to my mouth. The first touch of him, smooth and hot against my tongue, sent a fresh jolt of desire straight to my throbbing core. He didn't push. He waited.

"You take me," he instructed, his voice a gravelly whisper. "All of me. And you look up at me while you do it. You watch what you do to me."

I leaned forward, taking the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the velvety skin. A low groan rumbled in his chest.

I took him deeper, my lips stretching to accommodate his girth. My eyes, as commanded, stayed locked on his.

"f**k," he hissed, his grip tightening in my hair. "Just like that. Your pretty mouth was made for this. For taking me."

I found a rhythm, bobbing my head, using my tongue to trace the vein on the underside. Saliva gathered, making the slide easier, wetter.

The sounds were obscene and filthy. They only made me work harder. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as I pulled back, drawing another ragged groan from him.

"You like this, don't you?" He taunted, his hips giving a slight, involuntary thrust. "My c**k in your mouth. Your punishment. You're f*****g dripping again, I can smell it."

I was. The ache between my legs was back. I moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense.

"Eyes on me," he reminded. His own gaze was locked on me, filled with a dark possession. "Look at me while you suck your king’s c**k, Princess. Show me you know who you belong to."

I took him deeper, until he hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I didn't look away. I held his burning silver gaze, relaxing my throat to take him even further.

The sight of my submission and willingness, seemed to unravel something in him.

His breathing grew harsh. "That's it. Take it. God, your mouth... I'm gonna come down your throat. And you're gonna swallow every drop. That's your penance."

The pace of his shallow thrusts into my mouth increased. I could taste the salty pre-come. I could feel the tension coiling in his body. He was close.

The sudden, loud ring of the doorbell shattered the moment like glass.

Kyren froze, his entire body going rigid. A frustrated sound tore from his throat.

A crisp white note was slid under the door. Kyren clenched his jaw before pulling out of my mouth. He pulled his pants back up before walking over to the door.

I quickly grabbed my skirt before pulling it back up my trembling legs. Kyren picked up the note and I quickly made my way over to him.

A shiver ran down my spine as I scanned the words on the paper.

You were breathless in there, weren't you? Careful. I told you I’m the only one allowed to take your breath away. He’s playing with fire, and you’re the one who’s going to get burned when I come to collect you.