The Frost Queen's Blade (The Iceblood Duet, #1)

by Meg Smitherman

“Stop talking,” she said, “and do something useful with that tongue.”

How all she wanted to do, just then, was tumble into bed with him and see if she could make him beg.

“Not to mention,” he said, the corner of his mouth curling. “I revile the idea of that sweet, wet pussy going forever unplowed.”

“I want you to lose yourself in me,” she breathed.

“If you don’t remove my breeches in the next two seconds,” Rune said, voice shaking slightly, “I’m going to die.” “If you die,” Elma said breathlessly, reaching for the fastening, “I’ll follow you into the after and drag you back here.”

“You’d better not die,” she said, hot tears streaming down her face, “or I’ll follow you into the after and drag you back here to me.”