Page 29 of Winter Unleashed
“I’m surprised you’re okay with waiting to get the bond back… if that’s what happens.”
“It will happen. Until then, Iknowwe belong to each other.” He brushed his lips against mine. “There’s no question about it. The bond scared you the first time, so I expected you to feel the same this time. If you need to take things slowly, I can wait. As long as you’re in my life, I can wait.”
I slid my hands up into his hair and pressed my lips to his. He groaned when my hands moved between us to the button of his pants. He lifted his hips to make it easier for me to lower his zipper, then push his pants down as far as I could. When they didn’t get past his knees, he stood to let them drop to the floor, followed by his boxers. My mouth watered as I let my eyes roam over his body.
“Fuck. You’re perfect,” I breathed. He was bigger than anyone I’d ever been with, and when my eyes moved over his cock, my center throbbed as if begging for it to fill me.
I reached for him, and he climbed onto the bed to kneel between my legs. His hands slid under the lacy hem of the nightie, slowly shifting it up my body until it reached my breasts. I slithered around and pulled the tiny piece of clothing over my head. A grin played on my lips as I watched him run a finger along the waistline of my panties. He was staring at his finger as he lightly moved it back and forth.
“You can take them off,” I said softly, answering his unspoken question. A surge of heat hit my core when his eyes, bright with desire, met mine.
He leaned forward to press a kiss under my chin, then between my breasts, then under my ribcage, then my bellybutton all the while lowering my panties. When they were on the floor, he looked up at me from between my legs. As much as I wanted to feel his mouth, his tongue on me I motioned for him to come back up.
The pressure in my core threatened to erupt when he ran his tongue over my abdomen to one nipple then the other before covering my lips with his. This time he laid beside me, resting his hand across my stomach. That hand didn’t stay still for long, and soon it was tickling my hip. I moaned into the kiss when he moved it to my inner thigh, toying with his mark. Every time he touched those tiny dots it sent a bolt of pleasure to my center.
I gripped his arm, holding tightly when his hand moved between my legs. When his thumb glided over my clit, I pressed my hips up into his touch. I kissed him frantically as his fingers aroused and pleased me until I was shaky and breathless.
“Damn, Red. You’re so wet and so warm.” He rested his forehead on mine as he dipped his fingers inside me again.
His hand moved in slow thrusts, building that wonderful pressure, and when he lifted his fingers to his mouth to slip them between his lips, I plummeted over the edge again.
“Mmm… Your taste is addictive. I crave it,” he said.
“Is that so?” I asked, lowering my hand over his hard, flat stomach.
He let out a little grunt when my fingers danced over his thigh. “It is.” His voice was thick and husky. “I think about it all the time. The wanting of it drives me to distraction.” He moved his fingers inside me again. “If I never got to taste you again, I’d have gone mad.”
I moaned and pressed my legs together when he licked his fingers again. “Fuck,” I breathed, “you’re making it hard for me not to pin you to the bed and ride you.”
His lips pulled into a smirk that had my center throbbing. “Well, Red, I wish I could say I was sorry about that.”
“Bastard. Two can play this game,” I said with a smirk of my own as I skimmed my fingertips around the head of his cock.
His hips twitched forward when I slid my hand over his shaft. I went slowly at first, paying attention to what he reacted to most. When I had it figured out, I moved my hand a little faster. I brought my lips to his as he slid his hand into my hair to tilt my head so he could deepen the kiss.
Taking things slow had flown out the window. My need for him was bordering on painful, I just wasn’t ready to find out about the bond. But if I didn’t taste him or feel him as much as possible, I was going to explode.
Breaking our kiss, I rose to my knees to kiss my way down his chest, then circled my tongue around his bellybutton. I glanced up to him and saw his eyes glazed with desire, his jaw tight as he held back his urges, and I watched his lips part as I took the head of his cock between my lips. His hands slid back into my hair as I moved my hand and mouth over him.
I knew he was close when his hold on my hair tightened. I moved faster, held him tighter, urging him on. He pumped his hips upward, pushing himself deeper until his orgasm pulsed through him. I moaned a little and ran my tongue along his hard length up over the tip. A yelp escaped me when he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him, crushing his lips to mine as he lowered his hands to my ass.
“That’s not fair,” he growled against my lips.
“Hmm… You may be right,” I whispered, rising to my knees to crawl over him until I straddled his face. “I guess it’s only fair that you get a turn.” I yelped again when he grabbed my thighs to pull them wide so he could run his tongue from my opening to my clit.
My hips wriggled against his mouth. As if they had minds of their own, my hands slid up to cup my breasts. And there was no stopping the scream when I came so hard, I fell forward against the headboard, unable to hold myself up any longer.
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh and gently shifted me to the side so we could snuggle into each other as we recovered.
“Is it always that good?” I asked after a while.
He grunted, pulling me closer. “Yes. Always.”
We fell silent, half-dozing as we caressed each other. Just when I was about to fall asleep, he spoke. “Astrid wants to see you.”
“I’d like to see her too.”
He rubbed my back in soothing circles. “She’s going to poke around in your mind. You don’t like when someone gets inside your head.”