Deep Kiss of Winter by Kresley Cole Read Free Book Online Page B

erection—“out?”
    His jaw slackened. “You will stay until I can spend?” Say yes . . . . Say yes . . .
    Her gaze was lascivious, dancing over his body, all traces of the shy Valkyrie gone. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
    When she tossed him a towel and turned toward his bedroom, the legendary Murdoch Wroth dumbly followed, tripping over his own feet.

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    Any self-respecting Valkyrie would be figuring out how to kill the vampire. Being a Bride was considered shameful, unless you murdered the offending leech—which was the usual protocol.
    But Danii? She was exaggerating the swish of herhips as the newly blooded vampire followed her to his bed.
    Playing with fire. It had a totally new meaning for Danii.
    In a husky rasp from directly behind her, he said, “I thought you would run from me.” His voice was just at her ear, giving her delicious shivers. He was so close she thought his erection would prod her, but he’d slung the towel around his waist.
    â€œUh-uh.” She knelt on his bed, then curled her forefinger in invitation.
    At once, he dropped to his knees before her, running his gaze over her.
    Danii wasn’t shy, didn’t know many immortals who were. And considering how long she’d been waiting for a night like this— fantasizing about it—she’d be damned if she let her lack of expertise detract from the experience.
    Yet even now, he didn’t know how to proceed. “I want to seduce you . . . but I can’t kiss you . . . can’t stroke you.”
    She’d stumped a living legend. Danii was just contrary enough to be gratified by this. “There’s no need to seduce me. I’ve already signed my name on your roster.”
    He frowned at that, then said, “But there must be a way for me to have you.”
    She shook her head sadly. She’d consulted the witches and had been told that one of them might be able to help once she came into her powers, which could take hundreds of years. She’d begged the Valkyriesoothsayer Nïx to foresee a way around this curse of coldness. Nïx had told her to simply accept herself and everything would work out.
    That’d been eight centuries ago.
    Suspicion tinged his expression. “If there was a way, would you tell me?”
    She shook her head. “Wouldn’t have to. You’d already be inside me.”
    His lips parted, displaying his white teeth and fangs. “Another Valkyrie teasing a vampire.”
    â€œNo, I’m not teasing. I’m just imagining it.”
    At that, his shaft jerked between them, distending against the towel.
    â€œLooks like it wants attention.” She didn’t ogle penises in person every day, not even every decade. “The towel off, please. I’d like to see it.” Up close and at her leisure.
    He raised his brows, but did reach for the towel. Once he bared himself, Danii’s gaze descended along the trail of crisp black hair that led to the base of his erection. His thick length jutted boldly from his body, the crown swollen and taut. Perfection. “Will you stroke it in front of me, vampire?”
    At her words, he made a guttural sound, and a drop of moisture beaded on the head.
    She stared as he cupped his shaft in his palm, holding her breath as he slowly closed his fingers over it.
    Finally he gave it a stroke. The sight made her go soft, her sex getting even wetter. Her nipples stiffened beneath his T-shirt. And he noticed.
    â€œShow me your breasts.” When she pulled off herborrowed shirt, he inhaled sharply. “So beautiful.” He reached his free hand forward to touch one, but she flinched before he could. With a curse, he closed his hand and drew it back. “Too easy to forget.”
    â€œYou can’t forget, vampire. If we must touch, it’s got to be brief. Otherwise . . .”
    He dragged his gaze from her