Will it last?
I don’t know.
Does anything?
All I know is when Eb looks at me—really looks at me—it’s like he’s seeing something I didn’t even know I’d been hiding.
Something tender. Hopeful. Real.
Then he leans in, intent glittering in his emerald eyes, his breath warm against my lips, and all my questions dissolve.
His hands frame my face, strong and steady, and the world narrows to the space between us.
My pulse, his heartbeat, the snowy hush outside—it all blurs together until there’s nothing left but this quiet, aching certainty blooming in my chest.
And when he finally positions himself between my thighs, taking his thick cock in hand and fitting it to my dripping slit, everything inside me unfurls like it’s been waiting for this moment all along.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I clutch at his waist.
This isn’t just desire—it’s connection.
It’s warmth in the middle of winter.
It’s the feeling of being found.
His body fits perfectly against mine, and when we move together, it feels like we’ve done this a thousand times.
“This feels so right. So impossibly right. Tell me you feel it, too,” he commands.
“Eb!” His name slips from my lips like a prayer, and he flexes his hips, moving deeper, touching me so good I stop thinking altogether.
And for the first time in a long, long while, I don’t want to be anywhere else.
“Mine, Honey. You’re mine,” he repeats as he pistons his hips. His mouth closes over my neck, and I feel it—the pleasure building, long slow tendrils of ecstasy unfurling throughout my body.
And right when I think I might combust, I feel something sharp and white hot against my skin.
“Ouch!”
But then it’s replaced by the most intense climax I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
“Mine,” he growls, thrusting harder, faster, prolonging every bit of my pleasure.
“Eb,” I moan his name, clinging to him like he’s the only raft in this tsunami of emotions I’m trying not to drown in.
And everything slows, deepens, blurs—snow and breath and warmth tangling together until there’s no beginning and no end, just one perfect heartbeat shared between us.
When he whispers my name again, I whisper his right back, and the rest of the night melts quietly around us like snow in firelight.
Chapter 13
Eb
My gaze is locked on Marigold. Has been for the past hour.
She’s curled against me like we were made to fit this way.
