Outside the cabin, the world is hushed, a sliver of white showing through the gap between the curtains. Inside, everything feels soft and golden. I don’t care if the power’s still out. Being here with Holt is more than enough.
Careful not to wake him, I ease out of his arms and pad over to the fire. All four dogs raise their heads in unison, then flop back down again.
I lay a couple more logs on the embers and coax them until the flames catch.
Then I cross to the window. The air is cool on my skin, but I don’t rush to cover myself. For the first time in my life, I don’t feel shy about being seen.
The world outside is blindingly white, the snow so bright it hurts my eyes. It feels like a brand-new world.
And it is, I think. Because last night, Holt took my virginity. He finally made mehis.
I repeat the words in my head, and they spill through my body in a joyful, fizzy rush.
I’m his.
And nothing is going to change that.
Behind me, I hear Holt stir—a slow stretch, and sigh, then a catch in his breath.
I stop breathing.
Is that because he’s looking at me? Tingles go through me, but I don’t turn around.
“Most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” he growls, his voice still drowsy.
My heart jumps; I can’t stop the small smile.
“Is that so?” I tease. When I press closer to the window, my nipples graze the glass, and I give a little gasp.
He doesn’t miss it. A darker sound breaks from his throat. “Stay right there.”
I do as he tells me, keep looking through the window, while I hear him move behind me.
A moment later, he’s there, arms wrapping around my waist, face pressing into the side of my neck.
“You have no idea how sexy you look, Lila,” he murmurs.
His mouth finds my skin—slow, hot kisses along my shoulder—while his hands slide up, cupping my breasts, fingering my pebbled nipples.
That tender spot between my thighs starts to ache.
He only just mated me, but I want him again.
As if he realizes, he puts his hand there.
I let out a sigh, as he touches me gently, so, so gently. I’m already wet.
He makes a sound low in his throat, like he’s discovered exactly what he wanted to know.
“You want me again, my girl?” he growls.
“Mmhmm,” I manage.
His thick cock slides between my lips, nudging at my entrance. He was huge last night—more than I expected—but my body knows him now. When he pushes inside, there’s no burn, only a deep, stretching fullness that hits every place that’s been aching for him.
He wraps one big arm around my breasts, while the other stays between my legs, gently stroking my clit as he thrusts.
The window is filled with white-out snow and pine trees, the whole mountain silent except for our breaths and the low sounds he makes in my ear.
