“Sorry,” he gasps. “I’ll try to stay still—”
“Don’t.” I meet his eyes, feeling bold and powerful. “I want to feel how much you want this. Want me.”
I take him into my mouth, just the head at first, and the taste of him—salt and musk—makes me hum with approval. The vibration makes him curse in Orcish, his hands fisting the blankets.
I work him slowly, taking more of him with each bob of my head. He’s too big to take completely, but I use my hands to stroke what my mouth can’t reach, finding a rhythm that has him panting, muscles taut and shaking beneath me.
I pull back slightly, keeping him in my mouth but lifting my gaze to meet his. The look on his face—amber eyes molten with need, his mouth fallen open in ecstasy, ivory tusks on prominent display—makes my heart race. I watch him watching me, this powerful male trembling under my touch, and I’ve never felt more powerful or more connected to another person.
“Goddess,” he groans, one hand tightening almost painfully in my hair. “Laney, the way you’re looking at me—”
I hum around him in response, never breaking eye contact, and his whole body shudders.
“Fuck, Sunshine,” he groans. “Your mouth is—I will not last. You’re too perfect, too—”
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, and his whole body goes rigid. His hand grips tighter in my hair—not forcing, just holding, grounding himself.
“Close,” he warns, his voice strangled. “Laney, I’m close. You should—”
Instead of pulling away, I double my efforts. I want this, want to taste him, want to give him the same devastating delight he just gave me.
He comes with a roar, his cock pulsing in my mouth as I swallow. The taste is potent—sharp and slightly spicy. I work him through it, gentling my movements as he becomes sensitive, until he’s gasping and boneless beneath me.
When I finally release him and look up, he’s staring at me with something like reverence.
“Come here,” he rasps, pulling me up his body until I’m lying sprawled across his chest.
We stay like this for long minutes, hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm, hands stroking lazily over sweat-dampened skin.
“That was…” I start, then trail off, not sure how to put it into words.
“A gift from the Goddess,” he finishes, pressing a kiss to my hair. “You’re incredible. The way you trusted me, let me pleasure you…” His arms tighten around me. “And then what you did to me, Sunshine. I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“Neither have I,” I admit against his chest. “I’ve never… it’s never been like that before.”
“Good.” His voice rumbles with satisfaction. “I want to be the one who shows you how good it can be. The one who makes you feel cherished and desired and absolutely perfect.”
We’re quiet for a moment, the weight of what just happened settling between us. This wasn’t just physical release—this was intimacy, trust, a promise of something deeper.
“Ryder?” I say softly.
“Yeah, Sunshine?”
“I’m glad the storm stranded you here.”
His laugh is warm and genuine as he wraps me more tightly in his embrace. “Me too.”
Outside, the night deepens over the mountain, snow falling soft and steady as Christmas Eve approaches. Inside, wrapped in each other’s arms with the taste of pleasure still on our lips, everything feels exactly right.
This isn’t the end—it’s just the beginning. There’s still so much ahead of us—conversations to have, fears to face, and the real world waiting beyond our snow-globe isolation.
But tonight, we have this. Each other. The promise of more to come.
And for now, that’s enough.
Chapter Fifteen
Laney
