Chapter 28. Another Best Night For Me To Have A Taste Of The Ice Knight!**

Chapter 28: 28. Another Best Night For Me To Have A Taste Of The Ice Knight!**

The tenderness of the moment was still hanging in the air, fragile as spun glass, but something inside me was shifting.

The gentlemanly restraint I had been maintaining—the careful, measured Roland who feared breaking her—was being incinerated by the furnace of my own arousal.

My cock was no longer just twitching, but fuck... it was a throbbing, demanding presence that demanded acknowledgment.

I reached down and seized her hand again, but this time there was no gentleness. My grip was firm, almost possessive, squeezing her fingers until she had to look me directly in the eyes.

The softness in my expression died, replaced by something darker, something primal that had been simmering beneath my skin since the moment I saw her in that nightgown.

"Laura," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous, guttural growl that seemed to vibrate in the space between us. "I need to be honest with you..."

"Before we go any further, I need you to know exactly what kind of man you’re dealing with."

Her breathing hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin cotton of her gown. "H-huh...?"

"What do you mean?" she whispered, though her eyes didn’t waver.

"I’m not some gentle lover who’s going to coddle you all night if it’s related to you, you know what?" I confessed, the truth spilling out with shameless honesty. "I love sex, Laura..."

"I love it fiercely, and I love it rough..."

"I crave the heat, the sweat, and the feeling of taking what I want."

"I’ve... I’ve been that way before. With Alicia... it was never quiet, and it was never soft."

"It was raw, and it was demanding."

I expected her to flinch. I expected the Ice Knight to retreat behind her walls of propriety at the mere mention of such shamelessness.

But she didn’t.

Instead, a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips, a smile that wasn’t shy at all. It was challenging.

"You think I don’t know that?" she asked, her voice steadier than I expected, tinged with a sudden, wicked confidence. "You think Alicia hasn’t warned me about you?"

"She told me exactly what kind of beast you hide behind those polite smiles..."

"She told me you’d try to hold back, to treat me like porcelain." Her grip on my hand tightened in response. "I’m not porcelain, Roland... I’m a knight."

"I’ve survived battles that would break lesser men."

"I can take whatever you have to give."

"In fact..." her voice dropped to a sultry murmur, "...I’ve been preparing for it."

That was the breaking point. The last thread of my restraint snapped like a bowstring under too much tension.

Thank you, Alicia... for telling her. And now... I can enjoy her with everything I have.

I stopped pretending.

I literally stopped being the concerned patient, the chivalrous suitor, and the gentle protector.

The shameless, hungry predator took over.

I lunged forward, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was less an invitation and more an assault. It was dominating, possessive, and utterly relentless.

My tongue invaded her mouth with bruising force, seeking hers, claiming every inch of her heat.

"Mmph...! Ahhnnn—" Laura let out a surprised gasp against my lips, her body tensing instinctively as the sheer aggression of the kiss caught her off guard.

But she didn’t pull away.

Within seconds, her resistance melted into surrender. Her hands flew to my hair, gripping tight as she began to kiss me back with equal ferocity, her tongue meeting mine in a wet, desperate tangle.

The sound in the room changed instantly.

The quiet confessions were gone, replaced by the wet, rhythmic sounds of saliva and friction, the ragged gasps of two people losing themselves to hunger.

"Fuck, Laura," I growled against her lips, my breath hot and ragged. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me."

I shifted, my weight pressing her down into the mattress. The bed creaked ominously under our combined heat.

I could feel her thighs shaking against mine, the friction of her nightgown against my skin sending sparks of electricity through my entire body. Her moans were starting to escape low, throaty sounds that rumbled deep in her throat.

"Don’t... don’t stop," she whined into my mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated need. "Show me, Roland..."

"Show me all of it."

I tore at the neckline of her nightgown, my fingers clumsy with urgency, desperate to feel the bare skin of those magnificent breasts against my palms. The fabric gave way with a soft rasp, exposing her to the dim light.

Her nipples were already peaked hard, pink buds straining for attention. Hell yeah... she’s a virgin alright, clearly untouched by anyone other than me.

When my mouth finally crashed down onto one of them, sucking hard, drawing her deep into my mouth, Laura let out a sharp, keening cry that echoed off the stone walls.

"Ahhhnnn~! Roland!" she screamed softly, her back arching off the bed as pleasure and shock collided. "Yes... oh god, yes!"

The air was thick with the sounds of our escalating passion, the wet slap of skin, the increasingly desperate moans, and the guttural growls from my throat as I claimed her body with the hunger of a man who had been starving for a lifetime.

The gentleman was dead, but only the lover remained.

The hunger in my mouth was insatiable. I was relentless, my tongue swirling around her nipple, sucking with a desperate, bruising intensity that seemed to draw the very soul out of her.

But instead of the cries of protest I might have expected from a proud knight, Laura let out a sound that was halfway between a gasp and a genuine laugh.

Her fingers wound into my hair, not to push me away, but to guide me. She pulled my head closer, pressing my face more firmly against the swell of her breast.

"Mmm... ahh... Roland," she giggled breathlessly, the sound warm and wet against my ear. "You’re so... you’re so rough one moment... and then you’re like this... like a starving baby seeking milk."

The teasing lilt in her voice should have broken the spell, but instead, it acted like gasoline on a fire.

The vulnerability of her laughter mixed with the shamelessness of her invitation sent a surge of possessiveness through me that nearly made me lose control.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my lips glistening with her arousal.

Laura was a vision of wrecked beauty. Her blue hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and her chest was heaving as she fought for air.

Her eyes were unfocused, glazed with a primal need that mirrored my own. She looked utterly undone; the Ice Knight shattered, leaving behind only a woman who wanted to be consumed.

"You think this is cute?" I growled, my voice cracking with restrained lust. "You have no idea how badly I want to ruin you right now."

I didn’t wait for an answer.

I crushed my lips against hers again, but this time it wasn’t tender. It was a claim. As our tongues tangled in a wet, messy battle, I felt an overwhelming urge to share the taste of myself with her.

I pulled my hand away from her hip and thrust two fingers into her mouth.

Laura didn’t flinch.

Instead, she opened her mouth wide, accepting my fingers with a hungry moan. Her tongue immediately began to swirl around them, lapping at my skin, tasting me with a desperate curiosity that made my vision swim.

The sound of her wet sucking and the soft schlick of her tongue against my flesh were more arousing than any moan. I watched her eyes flutter shut as she focused entirely on the taste of me, her throat working as she swallowed.

’God damn it,’ I thought, my cock throbbing so hard it felt like it would burst through my pants. ’She’s going to be the death of me.’

I couldn’t take the distance anymore.

I grabbed her waist and hauled her upward, dragging her body flush against mine. When her slick heat pressed against the rigid length of my cock through our clothes, Laura let out a broken whimper.

"Ahhh... Roland... please..." she pleaded, her hips grinding instinctively against my crotch.

I let one hand roam upward, gripping one of those massive, heavy tits with bruising force, squeezing until she cried out, while my other hand slid down.

I bypassed the thin fabric of her nightgown, my palm finding the soaked triangle between her thighs.

"Oh! Fuck!" Laura shrieked, her head snapping back as my fingers made contact. "Roland—ahnnn! Ahh! Don’t... wait—"

"Don’t what?" I demanded against her neck, biting down gently on the sensitive tendon there. "Don’t touch you where you’re already begging for it?"

"It’s... it’s too sensitive!" she wailed, her legs shaking violently. "I’m... oh god... I’m dripping, Roland, I’m soaking wet for you!"

She wasn’t lying. Even through the fabric, I could feel the heat flooding from her.

My fingers found the center of her torment, slipping past the damp cotton to find her swollen clit. The moment I touched her there, she convulsed, her entire body arching off the bed in a spasm of pure sensation.

"Nnngh! AAAAHHHNNNN!" Her scream was raw, echoing off the stone walls of the infirmary. "Right there! Yes! Right there!"

"Don’t stop, please... don’t stop!"

"You’re so wet, Laura," I hissed into her ear, my fingers working faster, finding the rhythm she needed. "You’re absolutely drenched for me..."

"Tell me how much you want it... Tell me how much you want this knight to take you."

"I want you to break me!" she screamed, her fingers digging claws into my shoulders, drawing blood through my shirt. "I want you inside me! Now!"

"Please, Roland, NOW!"