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Realm of the Ice God
Amber Heat, the erotic imprint of Amber Quill Press
Excerpt from Realm of the Ice God: His hands rested on her hips and she felt their heat through the material. The music floated around them. "I still want you to model for me," he said as he shifted his hands to the waistband of her pants and slipped beneath her clothing. "One day. The problem is that just thinking about you I'd melt the ice before I could shape it. I'll have to come up with another medium." His hand slid over her abdomen and covered her mound. She felt the slow trickle of her juices begin to gather. "What would you use?" she asked breathlessly as she allowed him to guide her over the ice. She tried to maintain her concentration, yet he held her firmly, so she knew she wouldn't fall. Two of his fingers slipped inside her and he brought them to a halt. "Something eternal, maybe marble." He slid deeper inside her channel. "Look at the stars," he whispered against her neck. She looked up at the sky, but the only thing she could concentrate on were his fingers inside her. 	"When I look at the sky it always makes me feel so small." His thumb circled her clit, slowly. By rights she knew the night air was frigid, but it didn't penetrate through her clothing. He rocked her against his fingers, and she felt the heat of desire consume her, then she fell over the edge and he held her tightly against him as she shuddered to completion, her body melting completely like slowly heated warm butter. He bent his head to kiss her neck. "Letting you go is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life." Slowly, he removed his fingers from inside her. He whispered kisses along her jaw. "I can't go back to New York to live. I've thought about it. I want you more than I thought possible, but I can't go back there. Not even for you." She looked up into the night sky, wanting to reach up and grab onto a star and hold on tight. "That first night we met. Do you know what I thought when I turned around and looked at you?" "What?" He unzipped her jacket and cupped her breasts through the fabric of her sweater, kneading them lightly, circling the nipples with the pads of his thumbs. "I thought you resembled the pictures of those Greek gods." She nodded toward the sky. "From up there, beyond the stars. Beyond a mortal's touch. You're right. A city would imprison you. This. Here. This is your realm. It's wild, like you. And unbelievably beautiful. It can't be tamed and neither should you." She looked around them at the stillness the night brought in winter, the stark white and dense blackness, the sparkling crystal icicles dripping from the branches, the crisp, sharp air. "The realm of the ice god," she whispered. The beauty of this moment engulfed her. "What I wouldn't give to be able to stay here forever. Just like this. Just the two of us."
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