Chapter 308 Bones.

Chapter 308: 308 Bones.

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

It started slow. Soft rolls of her hips that dragged my cock along every sensitive ridge inside her. Up until only the head remained inside, then a long, deliberate slide back down that made both of us groan.

Her hands never left my wrists. She kept them pinned above my head, using the leverage to steady herself as she found a rhythm.

"Glacia—"

"Shh." The soft command was almost shy, but she didn’t release me. "Let me... let me love you like this."

She rode me with growing confidence. Each rise and fall of her body was smoother than the last.

Her breasts swayed gently with the motion; her free hand eventually left my wrist just long enough to brace against my chest before returning to hold me down again.

The wet sounds of her taking me over and over filled the quiet room. Every time she sank down, her cool pussy clenched around me like she never wanted to let go.

I flexed my hands under her grip, not trying to escape, just testing. She pressed down harder in answer, thighs tightening around my hips. The message was clear. Tonight she was in control.

And fuck, it was perfect.

Her pace increased. The soft rolls became longer strokes. She began to lift higher and drop harder, taking me deep enough that the impact of her ass against my thighs made soft, rhythmic smacks.

A fine sheen of meltwater appeared on her skin where our body heat warred with her natural cold. Tiny ice crystals still sparkled in the air, drifting down to melt against my chest and stomach.

"You’re so deep," she whimpered, eyes half-lidded. "I can feel every pulse... every throb... it’s so hot inside me..."

I groaned, hips twitching upward to meet her. She allowed it for a few strokes, then pressed my wrists more firmly to the table and deliberately slowed again, denying us both the faster pace we wanted.

The deliberate tease made my cock throb hard enough that she felt it and moaned in answer.

"Glacia, baby—"

"I know." Her voice shook with restrained need. "I know. But I want it to last. I want to feel you lose control because of me."

She leaned forward, still holding my hands above my head, and kissed me—deep and hungry and surprisingly fierce.

Her tongue slid against mine while her hips kept working, grinding her clit against the base of my cock on every downward stroke. The dual sensation made her tremble.

I could feel her getting closer again; her walls fluttered in tighter and tighter waves around me.

She broke the kiss and sat up straight once more, both hands returning to my wrists.

Her pale hair had come partially loose from its usual neat style and clung to her damp cheeks. She looked wrecked and radiant and completely in command of the moment.

Then she started riding me in earnest.

No more teasing. No more slow rolls. Glacia lifted and dropped in a steady, powerful rhythm that made the heavy table creak beneath us.

Her breasts bounced with every impact. Soft, desperate sounds spilled from her lips—half moans, half broken declarations of love.

The air around us grew colder still; frost began to lace the edges of the table where her knees pressed against the wood.

"Sir—Miles—I love you—I love you so much—"

"I love you," I growled, voice strained. "Fuck, Glacia, just like that—don’t stop—"

She didn’t. She rode me harder, using the grip on my wrists for leverage, slamming herself down onto my cock again and again until the wet slap of skin on skin was almost continuous.

Her orgasm built visibly—thighs shaking, stomach tightening, a high flush spreading across her chest.

When it finally broke, she cried out, a long, keening sound of pure release. Her pussy clamped down in hard, rhythmic pulses that dragged me right to the edge with her.

But she didn’t stop moving.

Even through the peak of her climax she kept riding, slower now but still deliberate, milking every last tremor from her own body while she chased mine.

Her eyes locked on my face, watching every contorted expression of pleasure she wrung from me.

"Come for me," she whispered, voice hoarse and lovely. "Please, sir. I want to feel it. I want you to fill me while I hold you down."

That was all it took.

I came with a broken groan, hips jerking upward as pleasure detonated at the base of my spine.

Thick, hot pulses of cum flooded her, so much that I felt it begin to leak out around my cock even as I kept throbbing inside her.

Glacia moaned at the sensation, grinding down to take every drop, her cool walls fluttering and squeezing as if determined to keep me buried as deep as possible.

We stayed locked like that for long seconds—her still seated fully on my cock, hands still pinning my wrists, both of us shaking through the aftershocks. Tiny ice crystals continued to drift down around us like slow-motion snow.

Finally Glacia’s grip loosened. She released my hands and collapsed forward onto my chest, face burying against my neck.

I wrapped my arms around her at once, holding her tightly while our breathing slowly evened out. My cock was still half-hard inside her; neither of us seemed in any hurry to separate.

"Sir," she murmured against my skin.

"Just enjoy it," I answered, stroking her back in long, soothing passes. "I’ve got you."

Glacia hummed, the sound soft and content and full of quiet love. She nuzzled closer, one hand resting over my heart. The frost on the table began to melt. The air gradually warmed again as her powers settled back under control.

I held her, staring up at the ceiling of the war room, and felt the familiar cold resolve settle into my bones.