“I’ll never get used to how you feel,” he murmured against my mouth, sinking a mind-melting finger back inside me. “How silky and surprisingly strong.” He curled his touch against my inner walls, finding that perfect spot.
My thighs locked around his wrist, trembling as he shoved me smugly to the edge.
I cried out as he pressed his thumb on my clit, shoving me over and sending me shattering into a million fractals. His mouth sealed over mine, swallowing my cries as I came.
His finger thrust in time with my release, shoving me deeper into the vortex, wringing every ripple dry. And at the pinnacle—at that very moment where my heart stopped and I would gladly die if I could live in such euphoria—coldnesssurged.
He grunted as the icy storm blasted into him, drowning his heat and fireworking above us with lightning crackles and snow clouds.
My eyes opened, anxiety filling me—
He kept going.
Kept working his hand between my legs—making me find pleasure within pleasure, drowning me with bliss as he tore his mouth from mine and pressed his forehead against my temple as if my orgasm broke him.
I shuddered as I slowly came down from heaven.
The swirling snowflakes quickly melted with the thermals wisping off him.
His breath was tattered and hot in my ear, his hips pressed along my thigh, grinding his hardness against me as if he burned alive with agonising need.
The intimacy of the way he held me.
The sheer surrender in how he silently begged me.
I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t let him be in pain.
Shifting a little, I caught his stare as I pressed my hand inside his open trousers and found him. No underwear. No obstruction. Neither of us was expecting the sizzle and stinging electricity of finally touching him.
His eyes snapped closed as his head fell back, exposing the powerful sweep of his throat. My fingers wrapped tight—just like they had that day in his bedroom when he’d used me to find his release.
He shuddered as I ran my thumb along the damp tip.
He growled as I stroked him.
He was impossibly soft yet ridiculously hard and the longer I pleasured him, the hotter he became. Every muscle in his chest roped with tension. His belly flexed as he panted. His jaw clenched as he choked on curses.
But he didn’t try to stop me.
He let me torture him, getting bolder and firmer as I learned what he liked.
I snuggled against him and pressed the softest kiss to his Adam’s apple.
He snarled at the stars as his arms banded around me, suffocating me against him, barely giving my hand enough space to stroke.
“Fuck, that feels...that feels—” A ripple worked from the base of him as he pinned me onto my back and kissed me.
I lost track of what my hand was doing as we became nothing more than tangled tongues and lust.
His hips thrust into my hand, giving everything to me and...I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I-I need you,” I moaned. “Now.”
Pulling away from me, he no longer looked human but demonic. Smoke licked from his shoulders, trapping us in our own version of hell.
“But I’ll hurt you...” He massacred the words, his teeth still clenched together as if it took every drop of willpower to hold himself back.
