Chapter 307 Star.

Chapter 307: 307 Star.

"Then should I do more?" I asked her teasingly as I slid the zipper farther down. Her toned stomach twitched when my fingers ghosted over the skin.

The costume parted completely, exposing the soft thatch of white-blonde hair between her thighs and the already glistening folds beneath.

"P-please," she moaned, flushed and panting and so adorably needy I couldn’t help but lean back up and kiss her again—deep, thorough, tasting the quiet desperation on her tongue.

Then I went to her neck, nibbling and sucking soft marks into the cool skin while one hand continued drawing teasing rings around her nipple until it budded up plump and aching. My other hand slid between her thighs.

She was already wet. Soft. Silken. I stroked the delicate folds, spreading her open with two fingers while my thumb found her clit and rubbed slow, deliberate circles.

Glacia moaned, wriggling, clutching at my back as I teased and toyed with her. Every pass of my thumb made her hips twitch. Every gentle curl of my fingers inside her made her breath stutter.

"Oh heavens," she moaned. "Oh by the polar star—"

"Glacia," I breathed against her throat. My warm breath raised goosebumps across her skin; I flicked them with my tongue and she cried out.

She was putty in my hands—needy, blushing, desperately horny putty—and I loved her for it. So different from Psyren’s bratty punishment games.

A world away from Rhea’s bondage-and-degradation hunger. Glacia was as vanilla as her hair was white, and fuck me if that didn’t have an appeal all its own.

Maybe it was the bad guy in me talking, but I adored how willingly she submitted to my touch. How she clung to me like I was the only source of heat she had ever wanted.

As if only I could drag these gasping, trembling reactions out of the composed ice princess who ran my organization with perfect precision.

She was so wet now that she was almost humping my fingers despite her usual physical shyness. She loved everything I did to her.

And I loved it too.

Evidence being how achingly hard I was in my pants, cock throbbing against the edge of the table.

I wanted to bury myself inside her and fuck her into a moaning wreck. But more than that, I wanted her to let every scrap of stress go. To know she could trust me. That I would take care of everything—including her.

That I loved her too much to ever let anyone hurt her.

I kissed her again, swallowing her rising moans while my fingers worked her steadily toward the edge. Two fingers curled deep, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while my thumb kept relentless pressure on her clit.

Her eyelashes fluttered. Her hips rolled in small, helpless circles. The air in the room began to grow noticeably colder as her control over her powers frayed.

"Mmmmm!" Glacia moaned into my mouth, arching hard. Her whole body tightened, thighs clamping around my hand, and then she came in a long, shuddering rush.

Ice crystals sparkled into existence around us, dancing in the air as she released her normally iron grip on her powers. The temperature dropped in a delicious wave that raised the hair on my arms.

I kept stroking her through it, gentler now, drawing out every last tremor until she was twitching and gasping beneath me.

Only then did I ease my fingers free. They were soaked. I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean while she watched, cheeks scarlet.

"Beautiful," I murmured.

Glacia blushed even harder, turning beet red and shyly trying to cover her face with both hands. I gently caught her wrists and drew them away, kissing the insides of her palms.

"Do you want me in you now?" I asked, voice rough with restraint.

She looked up at me, still panting, lips parted, eyes dark with leftover pleasure and fresh hunger. For a moment I thought she would simply nod the way she always did—soft, yielding, letting me take the lead.

Instead, something different flickered across her face.

Glacia sat up slowly. Her costume hung open around her body like a discarded second skin. She placed both hands flat on my chest and, with surprising firmness, pushed me backward until the edge of the table pressed against the backs of my thighs.

"Lie down, sir," she said quietly.

I blinked. "Glacia—"

"Please." Her voice was soft, but there was steel underneath it—the same quiet authority she used when coordinating operations. "I want... I want to take care of you this time. The way you always take care of me."

My cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

I let her guide me. I sat on the edge of the table, then leaned back until I was stretched out across the polished surface, the cool wood against my shoulders.

Glacia climbed up after me, straddling my thighs. Her hands went to my belt.

She undid it with careful, deliberate fingers, then opened my pants and tugged them down just far enough to free my aching cock. It sprang up, thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip.

She stared at it for a long moment, a soft flush spreading down her neck. Then she wrapped one cool hand around the shaft and stroked once, slow and wondering.

"You’re so warm," she whispered.

I groaned at the contrast of her cold fingers against my heat. She smiled—small, shy, but unmistakably pleased—and shifted forward until the slick heat of her pussy hovered just above me.

One hand stayed wrapped around my cock, guiding the head to her entrance. The other reached up, caught both of my wrists, and pressed them firmly to the table above my head.

I could have broken the hold easily. We both knew it.

I didn’t.

Glacia’s eyes met mine, blue and luminous and full of quiet determination. Then she sank down.

The first inch of her was pure, tight heaven. She took me slowly, carefully, letting her body adjust to the stretch.

A soft, broken sound escaped her throat as she settled deeper, then deeper still, until she was seated fully in my lap and my cock was buried to the hilt inside her cool, silken heat.

Ice crystals began to form again in the air around us, tiny glittering motes that caught the light.

"Oh... sir..." she breathed, head tipping back. "You fill me so completely..."

She stayed like that for a long moment, simply feeling me inside her, her inner walls fluttering and adjusting. Then she began to move.