Free Claimed by Ice by Eris Sage

a question, Jane nodded, saw the satisfaction in his eyes when she did. But then he moved his fingers away. Jane didn’t have time to lament, though, for he pressed his hard body against her, thick cock pressing insistently against her stomach, and captured her lips in a deep, soul-searing kiss. After he’d tossed away her bra and began to torment her distended nipples with his thumbs as he cupped her breasts with his big hands, he plundered her mouth with his tongue, leaving no inch of it unexplored.
    Jane’s knees went weak, only the awareness that if she fell, she would lose his touch keeping her up. And when she pushed her tongue into his mouth and stroked his, the low-throated moan he released set off a wave of moisture that she could feel coating the inside of her thighs.
    Exander broke the kiss, stared down at her, eyes ablaze with passion. “No, Janie. I need you now.”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    Before the word was out, he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock found her center unerringly, and he surged inside her in one thrust, impaling her with his hardness. Some distant part of her marveled at his show of strength, but the rest of her was preoccupied. The breath squeezed out of her lungs and her pussy pulsed around his shaft. She hadn’t been with anyone for years, and never anyone of his girth and length, so the fit was tight, the fullness of having him inside her, stretching her, teetering between pleasure and pain.
    And then he moved.
    Sparks of pleasure strong enough to freeze her already frozen lungs shot through her, and she tightened her hold on him, tried to rock against him to get more of the sensation. But he held her in his grip, his arm clamped down on her waist keeping her from moving as wildly as she wanted.
    Still buried inside her, he walked to his bedroom and, without breaking the connection, lay her on the bed and then spread out atop her. She’d never been inside his bedroom before, had been fascinated by what his personal space might be like, but right now, she couldn’t pay attention. Between the sheets that smelled of him, his sculpted arms under her hands, his hardness filling her as no one ever had, she was lost in a sea of Exander, unable to do anything but enjoy the ride.
    She stared up at Exander, his face twisted into a grimace of desire that awed her. Never had Jane Graves inspired the lust and what she hoped was affection she saw on his face.
    When she reached up to touch his face, he curved into her touch, planted a kiss on the palm of her hand. And then focused, eyes meeting hers as he gripped her hips tight, held her, and then began to slam into her over and over and over again, hips thrusting with power, his arm muscles straining with his exertion.
    With each stroke, Jane let out a harsh breath that became a sigh and then finally a full-out moan. The sensations he stirred in her were completely unfamiliar, made her heart pound as her body drew tight with spiraling pleasure. And when he snaked his hand over her hip and between her thighs to pinch her clit, the passion that had been building inside her went off.
    She cried out until she was hoarse, the sensations bombarding her body unlike any she’d ever experienced. She reached for him, held on to him, her anchor in the storm of pleasure he’d created, her pussy fluttering around his rigid shaft, which still plowed in and out of her, her fingers squeezing him tight.
    Then he stiffened and, on a low cry, spilled his seed inside her. The heat of his essence filling her womb triggered another release, and together, they cried out their pleasure.

    E xander had held her for hours, kissing and touching her softly, like she was precious to him. And she’d done the same, part of her still boggling at the idea of being in bed with him, but the other, much bigger part more interested in taking the pleasure they’d found together and leaving everything else outside, at least for now.
    “Is Sebastian your