Hills of Shivers and Shadows (Frozen Fate #1) Read Online Pam Godwin

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Suspense, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Frozen Fate Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 205
Estimated words: 204377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1022(@200wpm)___ 818(@250wpm)___ 681(@300wpm)
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Slipping those two fingers along her center, I part her hot flesh, a languorous slick glide, and sink inside.

Then I pump.

“Oh, fuck, Leo.” Her back bows on a gasp, and she reaches up to clutch a fist in my hair, her other clawing nails down my flexing forearm.

Wet. She’s so wet and sweet, leaking all over my hand. And tight. Barely big enough for two thick fingers, her channel clenches and drips, swallows and sucks, just like I knew she would. Better even. Better than every fantasy I ever conjured.

She rocks her pelvis into my grip, her movements in sync with my thrusts, her moans a war cry in my head. My free hand cups her breast, my arm a supportive brace around her as she gives herself over to the sensations.

“There you go.” My hips move with her, my mouth falling to her neck, tongue lapping at the salt on her skin, the efforts of her desperation. “Take it. Use me.”

I can come like this, stroking my cock against her ass, swirling my thumb around her little clit, fingers buried to the knuckles, unlocking the depths of her. She’s close. So close. So am I.

Lifting her face heavenward, she frees a husky moan. An orgasmic moan. That sound. That erotic, throaty, ball-gripping sound tries to bring me to my knees. It takes everything in my power to remain standing as I clamp my teeth onto her neck and hold her through it.

With my fingers plunged deep, I don’t move, breathless and in awe of her body spasming around me. Climaxing. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze with the rhythm of her heart. By the end of it, we’re both doubled over on the workbench. I’m probably crushing her, but I can’t seem to move.

I never felt this before. Never felt it with Gretchen.

My stomach hardens.

I know that bitch got off on using me. She made sure I experienced all her melodramatic noises and undulations. But I didn’t know about the pulsing, the clenching that ripples through a woman’s inner walls during release. I never let myself feel anything before now.

“Leo?” Elbows braced on the counter, Frankie gasps beneath me, coming up for air.

“Give me a minute.” I remove my fingers from her heat, step back, and smear that wet hand across my mouth, rubbing her essence into my short beard.

She turns, her eyes dazed and sparkling.

Christ, she’s gorgeous. Relaxed. Sated. She glows with supernatural beauty, unreal, something beyond the mortal realm.

“Close your eyes,” I murmur.

“Why?”

“I want to look at you.”

Perplexed, she squints for a second. Then she miraculously obeys.

I touch her face, the skin radiant and flawless, like Mulberry silk. I trace the auburn arches of eyebrows. The velvet hillocks of eyelids. The thick fringe of lashes. The little slope of a nose. The smooth, rosy glow of cheeks. The soft, inviting warmth of lips.

Her lips. I spend time there, memorizing the shape with my finger, worshiping, imagining all the uses, the pleasure I’ll wring from the wet slit between them.

Then I lower my attention down her stunning, naked body. A body that’s both willowy and toned. Subtle curves—enough to distract every man within eyeshot. Lithe muscle—enough to bear a rough ride with an aggressive lover.

She’s my fantasy in the flesh.

My blood roars. My cock throbs. The sight of her is a religious experience.

Even with her eyes shut, she senses the direction of my focus. “You’re staring at my pussy.”

“I’m learning.” Slowly, hungrily, I continue to devour her with my gaze.

“Learning what?”

“How long I can go without blinking.”

Held breath expands her chest, and she falls quiet. Tense. Expectant.

I make her wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Her eyes move beneath closed lids, her nose adorably scrunched.

Until I brush my fingers slowly, oh-so lightly, along the soft cleft of her cunt.

Her lungs release in a stream, and my mouth is there, covering hers, drinking that exhale. She parts her lips in invitation, and my tongue sweeps inside. The heat of hers licks back, stroking, moving with me.

The kiss is yawning and deep, voracious and committed. I grab a handful of her ass, swallowing her decadent sounds, torn between taking my time and ravishing her like an animal.

I want to taste her. Feast on her. Fuck her to orgasm with my tongue.

Ripping my mouth away, I take a brimming lungful of air. Our eyes meet in a suspended pause, her neck craning backward to adjust for our height difference.

Tiny. She’s so tiny and lightweight, it takes zero effort to lift her beneath the shoulders and set her on the workbench. I use my coat to protect her from the cold, dusty surface.

“There.” I press my lips to the hollow of her throat. “Much better.”

“Mmm.” She tips back, offering me full access to her body.

I lick along the line of her clavicle and pay some attention to the underside of her jaw. Then I kiss my way down her breasts.


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