His boots crunched upon the snow as Molly clutched him more firmly. Each manoeuvre he executed was deliberate and confident. Only upon observing a slight curvature in the rock wall did she ascertain their destination. “A cavern?” Molly murmured.
Jayce acknowledged with a nod but remained silent until they entered. He placed her down delicately and promptly proceeded to ignite a fire. He laboured with such determination and silence that she was nearly apprehensive about interrupting him. Upon the ignition of the fire, she sensed a flicker within herself as well.
Molly extended her arms towards him as the warmth enveloped her skin. She might have expressed her discomfort solely from the sensation. Experiencing the thawing of her bones resembled her personal paradise. She hoped to soon regain sensation in her toes. She had nearly forgotten the extent of her coldness until her body thawed from the ice.
Jayce surveyed her arms with elevated eyebrows. Was he going to compel her to articulate it explicitly?
“Approach,” Molly murmured. His silhouette flickered on the cave wall as he manoeuvred around the flames to reach her. He knelt before her, and Molly could no longer endure the absence of his hands upon her. “Nearer.”
Jayce discarded his jacket and placed it upon her lap. “You ought to rest,” he remarked before rising and traversing the cave, seemingly oblivious to her pleading gaze for his touch. Molly experienced a subtle internal heat and recognised that she ought to suppress the sensation and sleep; however, she was unable to do so.
How could he endure her presence without experiencing similar emotions? He consistently advised her to sleep, despite being aware of their mutual desires. He consistently attempted to dismiss her when he recognised that he ought to provide her warmth with his body.
Molly stood on her unsteady legs and inhaled deeply. She traversed the cave in three painful strides. Upon his turn, she encircled his neck with her arms and pressed her lips to his, asserting her rightful claim.
Jayce’s hands grasped Molly’s hips forcefully as he drew her closer. He did not permit her to believe she possessed control, even for an instant. His dominance eclipsed her resolve, and his kisses sought to consume her entirely, yet she craved more. She stealthily ascended her hands along his body with malevolent intentions, sensing his muscles tighten beneath her touch. She contemplated the duration for which either of them could endure before he relinquished his self-control.
It was an unusual sensation. Her body seemed to require him more than she could articulate. His hands upon her were comforting and restored her sense of completeness. His lips produced a unique melody against hers. His movements were nearly impossible to follow, yet she entwined her fingers in his dark hair and leaned into him, granting him access to her mouth.
A growl emanated from the depths of his throat; she suppressed the sound and endeavoured to prevail, yet he was not one to capitulate to anyone. Jayce hoisted Molly and secured her around his waist before forcefully pressing her against the stone walls. She inhaled sharply against his lips, yet he intensified the kiss. Her mind became obscured, isolating her from the surrounding environment.
“Jayce-” She lamented and ripped away the remnants of his shirt. His exposed torso dazzled her with desire, causing her head to spin and her legs to tremble, yet he maintained a firm grip on her. The shame that sought to suppress her desires had vanished for the evening. Her mind was devoid of all thoughts except for Jayce and his body’s reaction to her slightest touch.
“I was aware you could not evade me indefinitely,” Jayce remarked gruffly near her ear. She could sense his length pressing against her legs, and she had to suppress her own whimpers. “Specify your desires,” he insisted. His voice enveloped her like a binding rope, and she was only inclined to acquiesce.
Molly discerned from his tone that he had her precisely where he desired. She could manipulate him for a while longer, but that would merely be self-t*****e. He appeared disinclined to permit her to tease him today. They had been separated for an excessive duration. “You,” Molly whispered.
Jayce temporarily set her down to remove her trousers. Molly entwined their limbs as she lowered his trousers to liberate him from any semblance of constraint. He groaned as her fingers glided along his length, the sound eliciting shivers throughout her body and creating a warmth between her legs. Her fingers longed to caress herself to demonstrate how aroused he had made her so swiftly, yet her own timidity restrained her from being bolder than she already was. It took only moments for them to be completely undraped before each other, and not even the cold could cool her heated skin.
Jayce seized her hips and pivoted her until her back was against his chest. He brushed her hair aside and grasped the side of her head. “You belong to me,” he snarled. Her body trembled in response to his voice. Molly shut her eyes and sensed her blood coursing through her body with such intensity that it nearly rendered her feeble.
He compelled her to advance and instructed her to grasp the wall while his substantial hands drew her hips backward against him. His length lingered at her entrance for excruciating seconds before he penetrated her wetness without further hesitation. She was unprepared for his harshness, yet she no longer desired his gentleness. She recognised that he had previously restrained himself, but he no longer needed to do so now that her body had acclimated to him.
Molly exclaimed in surprise. Her fingers curled against the stone as he began to penetrate her. Only ice was available for grip, and she was astonished that their bodies did not liquefy the surrounding environment. His grip was so forceful that she anticipated his fingers would leave imprints resembling tattoos on her fair hips. With each thrust, her face was pressed painfully against the stone, yet she desired him to continue.
Molly could not restrain her scream as Jayce’s length penetrated deeply within her. She clutched her breasts in response to the discomfort, while Jayce groaned and tangled one hand in her hair as his hips thrust forcefully against hers. Although it was unfeasible for him to caress every part of her, she desired his hands to explore her entirety.
Jayce penetrated her with a rhythm that continually varied. It seemed he was aware of the effect he had on her, which only motivated him to penetrate deeply and forcefully before decelerating.
“Jayce,” Molly lamented. He abruptly withdrew from her pulsating centre, and Molly was prepared to implore him on her knees to re-enter her.
Before she could react, Jayce turned his back to her and lifted her once more. Her legs encircled his waist, and he promptly re-entered her. Molly shrieked and arched her neck, as Jayce’s teeth grazed her skin, marking her with passionate bites that incited a desire for reckless abandon. She recognised that he intentionally did this to signify her association with him to others.
“Molly,” he moaned against her skin. His hands guided her movement along his length while his hips thrust upward against her. His movements were neither gentle nor tentative. He advanced with a vigour that conveyed to her her possession in his thoughts, and he was unreserved in asserting his claim over her as he desired. Her mind was devoid of rationale; her body craved him.
His ravenous blue eyes resembled flames as they observed her breasts oscillate with each thrust he made. He gazed at her as though she were the sole desire he yearned to savour once more, inducing a sensation within her as if she were on the verge of disintegrating in his embrace. Had he not been gripping her so tightly, she may have.
