Page 83 of Vicious Impulses (The Capo and Ballerina)
His arms wrap around me from behind in an attempt to lift me off the ground. I twist and squirm and slam my fists into his chest. The struggle becomes so messy we’re knocked off our feet. We crash into the ground with his arms still locked around me.
“GET OFF ME!” I scream into the night. Frosted air puffs out in front of me and floats into the sky. I slam another fist into Caelian’s chest, then jam my knee into his abdomen.
It’s like kneeing steel. His muscles taut and impenetrable.
He refuses to budge no matter how hard I fight. He traps me under him and grabs hold of my left wrist to pin it above my head. The right shortly follows ’til it’s just my body jerking against him. A cruel grin spreads across his face as he holds me down.
His normally olive complexion has paled in the cold night. The tip of his nose and hollow of his cheeks have tinged red. The same red as the bloodspots in one of his nostrils—probably a consequence of one of my desperate flying fists.
“Look at you, so fucking foolish,” he says. “Did you really think you’d get away? And if you did, where the fuck did you think you were going? Listen carefully,bella, you’ll hear the wolves in the woods howling at the moon.”
“Let. Me. Up!”
“I’ve had enough of your insolence. You clearly haven’t learned your lesson.”
His large hand takes hold of both of my wrists. He keeps them pinned together above my head with as much ease as he had holding one in each hand. His knee prods my legs apart and his fingers return to my sex.
“Caelian, I said let me go!” I scream.
“And I said you’re going to learn your lesson. Apparently, that has to be the hard way.”
“Caelian…” I gasp. My eyes widen. “CAELIAN…”
He scoops up some snow and then pushes it inside me. My back arches and my thighs attempt to clamp shut to block him out, but it’s no use—he keeps them spread wide apart and plugs two fingers into me, pushing the icy flakes of snow in deep.
The only way to describe it would be to say it’s instant sensory overload. It’s like being frozen from the inside out as the ice sets off a tingling numbness in my pussy. I go from acutely aware of my walls clenching to feeling the kind of intense cold that spreads throughout the rest of my body.
It’s brutal and unforgiving. It’s wrong and unnatural.
Yet through the icy pain emerges a small pulse of pleasure. His fingers pump in and out of me. He rubs my clit and watches my face. His grin grows more devilish at the reactions he’s forcing out of me. The grunts of mine that slowly sound less angry, gradually more aroused.
“You’re wet,bella,” he laughs. “And not just from the melting ice. You like when I punish you. You like being mine.”
I grit my teeth. “I’m not yours. You’ll never have me.”
“But I already do. This pussy is fucking mine. This body is mine. That mouth of yours is mine. You’re mine,” he growls, reaching for the button and zipper of his pants. My thighs instinctively draw closer together only to be kneed apart by his more powerful legs. He spreads me wide and spears into me whole.
It draws the last of the air from my lungs. I gasp and arch up into him at the feeling of being so instantly full.
Caelian plants a hand in the snow to hold himself up and uses the other to grip my thigh and curl it around his hip. My hands latch onto his forearms without care as to how my nails slice into his skin. He doesn’t care either—he’s too busy groaning at how deep he’s gone.
“The fucking ice and the warmth from your pussy,” he grunts, hanging his head. “It feels too good to be true,bella. Your punishment’s my reward.”
Caelian rolls his hips and immediately sets a deep stroke. I quiver out a moan as a heat and cold I’ve never known overwhelm me. I’m lying barefoot in a bed of snow, my nightgown hiked up to my waist, with Caelian’s cock buried inside me.
The ice he’s pushed into my pussy has melted, but it’s left a cool trail of wetness in its wake. It’s paralyzed me enough that I can still feel the tingling numbness. Only now the heat of arousal slowly chases it away with every harsh pump of Caelian’s hips.
He swoops in and captures my bottom lip. It’s both playful and dominant, demonstrating how I belong to him and he’s claiming me.
There’s no choice in the matter.
I shudder and return his kiss ’til my lips part and our tongues rub together. His hips roll in tune with the rhythm of our heavy kisses. His dick slides in impossibly deep, making me moan into his mouth.
“That’s right,mia bella ballerina,” he growls, his strokes picking up in speed. He nips at the hollow of my neck like an animal. “Be my naughty ballerina. My filthy little ballerina that I’ll fuck whenever I want.”
My eyes lift up to the midnight sky as pleasure sparks through me. The stars glittering across the blackish blue sky echo the pleasure I’m feeling—thousands of tiny sparks lighting me up ’til I’m right on the edge.
Caelian’s not far behind. He ravishes my mouth. His violent fingers grope my breast and then curl along the base of my throat. The thick, velvety length of him sinks deep as he ruts away, fucking me into the snow.