Kristoff swallowed; realizing that he was a dead man, and nodded his acceptance. As if he had another choice. What Anna wanted, she would get. And if she wanted him broken, then he would let her smash him to pieces until there was nothing left.

Leaning close, Kristoff tucked one hand under Anna's shoulder and clamped down with the other on her opposite hip. Breathing hard while he held her tight, Kristoff rolled to the side and Anna let out a little exclamation of surprise as she was pulled with him. Once his back sank into the mattress, Kristoff loosened his grip and Anna stared down at him with wide eyes, so close he could count every freckle on her nose. She was sprawled on top of him and his erection was flush against his stomach, pressed thick and heavy between them both.

"Uh, hi," she blushed, surprised by the sudden move.

Anna's hair pooled around Kristoff, tickling his chest and neck, and she tilted her head and swept it over one shoulder as he opened his lips in reply. The words melted in his throat, however, when Anna then claimed his mouth; sinking in her tongue, kissing him hard.

Kristoff gave a shuddered groan, heart thumping as he kissed Anna back; fast and urgent. His hands possessively roamed the curvy slope of her spine, feeling every minute shift of Anna's body under his fingers.

Her lips scraping against his, Anna braced her forearms on the bed and repositioned herself, moving her legs so that she straddled him low on his stomach and her entrance nestled around the underside of his pulsing erection. Kristoff felt her slick warmth against him, and when Anna rocked her hips, he moaned helplessly into her mouth as she glided up his long length. Sliding towards the very tip of him, Kristoff steadied himself, aching and eager to enter her. But Anna simply moved back down. Then she did it again, a bit faster. And a third time, faster still.

She was practicing.

He was shaking.

When she began to glide up him a fourth time, Kristoff broke their kiss with a groan, throwing his head against the pillow. "Anna." He sounded desperate. He was desperate. She hadn't even let him enter her and he could already feel himself beginning to crack. He could sense the small fissures splinter down his chest to the coiled, mounted pressure between his legs. "Let me in you," he growled. Something primal crackled through him and Kristoff slapped his hands down on Anna's backside, gripping her hard as he ground his pelvis, jerking her along his erection."Let me go in."

Anna let out a moan hot in his ear; fisting her hands through his hair as she allowed him to continue grinding her. "I thought you trusted me," she gasped teasingly.

Kristoff wasn't yet so far gone that he couldn't read between the lines: Anna wanted him to stop. She was to be in control and he was to surrender. So he did stop – barely – with a growl and a muttered curse as he heaved for air and his heart pounded in this throat.

A dead man. Kristoff was a dead, dead man.

"I do trust you," he whimpered, releasing her so he could grip the bed sheets instead. The bed sheets wouldn't get bruises if he squeezed too hard. "I do."

Anna gave a small nod as she raised herself up a few inches on her forearm in order to trail a hand between them, down Kristoff's chest, down the tense muscles of his stomach. When she found him, Anna held firm to the tip of his erection and looked down at him with heavy-lidded eyes and swollen red lips. "You have to wait," she said, brushing the very end of him lightly along her wet entrance in preparation.

Kristoff sucked in a breath and dug his fingers into the mattress as he fought every muscle in his body from throwing Anna onto her back and plunging into her. He didn't think he could wait anymore. He certainly didn't want to. "I will," he foolishly promised, and was rewarded with a kiss.

The things he did for her.

Rising up high onto her knees, Anna positioned herself directly over top of him as he ached and throbbed in her hand. Kristoff forced himself to stay as perfectly still as his frayed nerves and heaving body would allow; the bed sheets fisted in his hands as he locked eyes with Anna and hung on to his sanity.

"I love you," she said.

Despite his coiled tension, Kristoff managed a smile. "I love y – " His words turned into a stuttered, broken noise of surprised relief as Anna sank down and buried him in her.

Kristoff forgot to breath. She was so warm. So wet. He was surrounded by her liquid softness, so deep inside that he couldn't go any further.

His entire being twitched. He was raw with fractures. Every nerve of his was alive and buzzing to the point where it almost hurt. The insistent, eager pressure between his legs was nearly unbearable. Anna shifted only slightly and it sent a cracking spasm through him.

She was breaking Kristoff in the most wonderfully tortuous way.

"I love you, too," he panted hoarsely, as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

Leaning forward, Anna placed her hands on his chest and slowly began to rock him in and out of her, making the sound of a single, low vowel that stretched and grew louder as she gradually increased her tempo.

Moaning, Kristoff's hips began to move on their own accord, and when his hands found Anna's hips he clamped down onto her flesh and rocked her faster. He had hoped this aid would be accepted, but she flashed him a heated look and immediately took his hands in hers, moving them up to her breasts; already slick with exertion.

Kristoff grit his teeth and ran every curse word he knew through his head as he groped her roughly. It was the only thing Anna allowed him to do as she rocked them harder and the tension in his body ratcheted up. He was helpless. He was splintering. And Anna watched him with heavy-lidded eyes and a half smile while she continued to pump in and out.

"Do you want me to go faster?" she teased.

"Yes!" Kristoff practically yelled the answer. "Yes!"

For a second he was terrified that Anna would slow down instead, just to drive him crazy. But she fixed him with a serious look.

"Don't move," she ordered.

Kristoff nodded madly, swearing to obey her as he moved his hands back to the bed sheets and grabbed them up by the handful.

And then Anna gave it to him; fiercely, unrelentingly, with a pounding, forceful rhythm that cracked and broke him away. Kristoff's grunted moans became louder and louder as Anna rode him and his struggle to remain still became more and more difficult.

She was bringing him to his breaking point.

"I can't - " he gasped, feeling his last whisper of self-restraint splinter away. "I can't do this anymore…"

All at once, Anna stopped moving. She cupped his face in her hands and gave him a meaningful look. Gasping for breath, she nodded her head. "Now," she whispered urgently. "Now."

Kristoff understood immediately what Anna meant. She'd made him wait. She'd deliberately held him off. She'd told him to trust her so she could push him to the very edge of his limits; to the point where he'd nearly cracked. Then with one little word she changed it.

Now.

Now - he could let loose on her.

Digging his heels into the bed for leverage, Kristoff gripped Anna tight around the hips and began pounding into her as hard and as fast as he possibly could. The single sound that came rumbling from his chest wasn't human; it was primal as he ravaged her and the relentlessly building pressure consumed his senses. It blocked out Anna's cries. It blocked out the scent of her, thick in the air. It tunneled his vision until he saw stars and his thrusting hips began to spasm as he teetered on the brink of exploding apart.

All at once, Anna hit her own breaking point. Spasms rocked through her, clenching him from deep inside. Feeling as much as watching her come undone above him was the final crack he needed. With a cry that filled the cabin, Kristoff completed surrendered himself to Anna.

And he shattered.

By the time Kristoff attempted to move, the sun was orange and had cleared the horizon. He could have easily stayed in bed, holding Anna close as she lay naked and sprawled on top of him, for the rest of the morning. For the rest of the day. But the staff at the castle would soon notice one of their royalty was missing. He had to get her home.

"Anna," he said groggily. Kristoff ran his knuckles down her spine, and she stirred.

"Hmmm?"

"We need to get you back." He brushed a few strands of her hair, still dark from sweat, off her face. "People will start wondering where you are."

Anna nuzzled his throat. "Nope. Think I'll stay right here. Here's nice."

"Here's more than nice," he agreed, kissing the top of her head. "You were…" Kristoff couldn't even find the words to describe what had brought them there. "…you were amazing."

She hummed contentedly against his neck. "See what happens when you trust me? And that was only one of the things I read about."

Kristoff froze; his relaxed smile falling away. "…one…of…?"

Anna raised her head and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her tell. "Still want me to go home?" she blushed.

Kristoff stared at her for a moment, feeling his own cheeks redden. Then with a growl, he brought his lips over hers.

He was a dead, dead man.

~~~THE END~~~

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed that. When I was researching how to write sex scenes, I read that the best ones are coupled with an emotion. Is suspense an emotion? Hah. Poor Kristoff. Maybe one day I'll stop beating up on him. (Doubtful.)

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- Nina