The Ice King’s Forbidden Bond Chapter 05
Eden’s Pov
The driver’s side door of the black Jeep burst open with
a loud “bang,” and the heavy thud made my heart skip a beat.
Adrian lunged into the seat as if possessed; his
towering, six–foot–five frame caused the entire car to sway.
The moment the door slammed shut, the outside world vanished, leaving only the two of us.
The car sped away from the packhouse and toward the lake where the pack gathered.
When the engine cut out, our breaths filled the silence.
For a full nine seconds, we stared into each other’s eyes. Those green eyes locked onto mine, hiding a longing that had built up over ten years. Then, we exploded.
The very moment he reached out toward me, I lunged over the center console and threw myself at him.
Our lips collided fiercely, intertwining in a wet, hungry kiss.
Adrian moaned deep in my mouth, biting down hard on my lower lip–the pain sending a tingling numbness through me–before sucking it between his teeth. I moaned, clutching his damp hair, while he gently lifted my chin, devouring me even more deeply.
His large hands slid beneath the hem of the oversized
team hoodie I was still wearing. His rough palms glided up my bare waist, found my soaked bra, and roughly yanked it upward. The cold air brushed against my breasts for just a second before his hands covered them–kneading, squeezing, staking his claim.
His thumb and index finger rubbed my already swollen nipples, applying just the right amount of pressure, making me moan uncontrollably into his mouth.
“Eden,” he growled against my lips, his voice hoarse, “These perfect breasts have been driving me crazy all these years.”
Adrian suddenly flicked a lever, slamming the driver’s seat all the way back, then reached around my back and, in one fluid motion, folded down the backseat.
Immediately afterward, he lifted me up and laid me down on the spacious backseat bench, with his body
beneath me. He yanked my bra off and tossed it into a corner of the front seat.
His lips sucked greedily on my right breast like a starving man; I let out a scream, my fingers digging deep into his broad shoulders, causing my toes to curl involuntarily.
Then he reached into the center console and pulled out an ice pack. Before I had a chance to react, he slowly rolled the ice pack over my swollen left nipple. The bone–chilling cold crashed against my burning skin, making me scream.
“Adrian!”
“These gorgeous breasts. I’ve been secretly staring at them every day while watching you train,” he said hoarsely, his voice vibrating against my skin. “Finally, I get to play with them. My beautiful stepsister’s fucking perfect breasts.”
I gasped for breath, writhing against him.
His lips moved to my neck, sucking so hard they left a dark mark. With every suck, a jolt of electricity shot through my veins. I tilted my head back, exposing more skin to him, silently begging for more.
Without warning, he slid two thick fingers inside me, and a broken moan burst from my throat.
“Every time you put on those yoga pants and do yoga in the living room as if no one’s watching,” he growled, his fingers thrusting faster, “I go back to my room and imagine fucking you over and over again.”
The pleasure built up at an unbelievable pace, almost unbearable, and my thighs began to tremble violently.
“Adrian, I–I’m going to-”
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel your juices spray all over your stepbrother’s hand.”
The orgasm swept over me like a tsunami. My back arched completely, lifting me off the chair, my mouth opened in a silent scream as my pussy clamped tightly around his fingers. My toes curled so tightly they cramped.
When the tremors finally subsided, I collapsed against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.
Adrian wrapped his strong arms tightly around me, as if I were the most precious thing in the world.
“I love you, Eden,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and rough. “I’ve loved you for nine whole years. No matter how many arguments we’ve had, how many times you’ve insulted me, or every time you’ve looked at me with that gaze that seemed like you wanted to kill me. I love you so much that sometimes even breathing hurts.”
I cried even harder, burying my face in his neck.
“I love you, too… I thought I’d have to hide this love
forever. I thought I’d never be able to have you. I was
so scared back then, Adrian. But you’re my mate. I can’t even begin to imagine it.”
We stayed nestled like that for a long time, just kissing
slowly and tenderly. I could feel how desperately he
still longed to give in, but he held back, focusing entirely on me.
Finally, he helped me sit up, gently slipped my clothes back on, and took a clean towel from his gym bag to wipe me down.
We slid back into the front seats. My legs were still shaking violently; I could barely stand. I rested my
head on his shoulder as he started the engine, his broad hand resting possessively on my thigh for the entire ride.
As the lights blurred past the car window, a gentle yet anxious thought crossed my mind.
Once we get to the packhouse… will we really be able to keep pretending? Or will everything change forever?
Adrian seemed to read my mind and squeezed my thigh firmly.
“We’ll figure it out, baby,” he murmured, his voice deep and firm, “but I’ll never let you go again.”
I buried my face in his shoulder and laughed softly, my heart already yearning for more.