Everything else caught fire but not her.
Because she was my perfect opposite.
“What am I supposed to do with you?” I kissed the tip of her white-frosted nose. “How am I supposed to survive after falling head over fucking heels for you?”
She gasped as I kissed her.
Her tightness and heat undid me, triggering predatory instincts to hold her down and ravage.
Her core clamped around me as I gave her everything.
I took her.
Right there on the ground.
I couldn’t stop as her breathing turned tattered and every muscle in my body contorted with pleasure.
I wanted to come.
Shit,I wanted to come.
Her previous orgasm made her hot and wet and...fuck, I couldn’t last.
I didn’t want to embarrass myself.
Buthow?
How was I supposed to survive this?
How was I supposed to surviveher?
Burying my face in her frost-crackling hair, I thrust again and again. The head of my cock slammed against the top of her core, tearing a guttural grunt from my chest.
She moaned.
I tried to stop. To check she was okay—
“If you stop, I’ll kill you.”
“But I’m not going to last.” I chuckled as I kissed her ear. “You’re too much for me to handle. Especially on my first try.”
“You told me we’d practice.” She turned her head to capture my mouth. “So...practice.”
We kissed hard and messily, panting and drowning.
My hand dove to where we were joined, finding her clit and making her tremble.
She wanted me to break? Fine. But she’d break with me.
She cried out as I rode her.
She tensed as I stroked her.
And instead of breaking her, I broke myself because...I was nothing.
Nothing without her.
Feral urges took control. I needed to conquer this woman, to make her mine, to mark her. My teeth sank into her neck as I drove her to that tipping point.
