My posture straightened, but I did not remove my weapon.
“Are you cold?” he taunted, leaning into the knife, but I found myself holding it just above his skin, not letting it plunge inside him.
I refused to answer.
He was over me now, the proximity reminding me that while he was the coldest man I knew, he was a warm body. He took my hesitance to impale him as his answer and leaned down. He cupped my breasts, squeezing gently before his breath tickled the skin, teasing the warmth that it didn’t have. He glanced up at me, and I clenched my eyes shut.
Lips against my skin, sucking gently on the skin of my breast. Then, his lips trailed to my nipple, teasing it gently with his bottom lip, waiting for my reactions. Only when my breathing calmed did he lave his hot tongue over the taut bud.
The audible gasp that came from me made him laugh, his hands gripping me tighter as he pressed his hips between my legs.
My eyes flashed open as I slashed his cheek with the knife, the thin line slowly turning black.
“Hear me, creature, don’t displease me now,” I warned.
“If only you’d let me pleasure you.”
“You have onlydispleasuredme,” I spat.
He caught me, hoisting me up before slamming my back into the thick bark ofa tree.
My arms flew over his shoulders for stability, but I held the knife securely to the back of his neck.
He pressed his hips against me, holding my legs around his hips.
“You are not a good liar, Alina,” he purred in my ear. “If you hate it so much, tell me to stop,” he dared, his grip tight.
“You disgust me.”
He smirked, his face lingering in my neck, as if that was some sort of positive answer. “I think you like it,” he whispered.
“I do not.” I pressed the knife harder against his skin.
“At least your body is honest.” He kissed my skin, I wasn’t sure if the heat was from the cold environment or because I was sensitive.
I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel everything. I didn’t have to see his expression to know what he was waiting for. I stole a second for myself, tipping my head back against the tree. The coat was draped off my shoulders, the bark scraping my shoulders as I made up my mind.
Slowly, with my legs around his waist, I shifted against the bulge of his trousers. Even with this sort of positive encouragement, I still had the knife secure.
“You’ve always had a nice scent to you,” he said, slowly grinding against me. It sounded like he suppressed a groan, like he was holding something back. “But I can’t help but want to smother you with my own.”
“That’s what dogs do, I suppose.” I turned my head to him, and he finally met my eyes before grinding against me.
The bark scraped my back, the warmth deep in my core involuntarily pulsing.
“S—”
His hand clamped over my mouth.
“Not another word from you,” he breathed, resting his hipsbetween my thighs. I had to squeeze my legs around him, pressing the knife flush against the nape of his neck.
Even with his threatening words, I could feel the hair standing on the back of his neck like hackles, well aware of the blade threatening to scalp him with one wrong move. His grip was firm, his breathing light, fluttering as if he didn’t have time to take a proper inhale. He ground against me at a painfully slow pace. It was either to savor or to torture me; I would never know with a man like him.
A soft sound against his palm, the roughness on my back preventing me from enjoying the friction of his clothing too much. My free hand pressed flat on his chest. As I began to shiver, his chest pressed closer to mine. Every breath, every sound, I could hear it all.
Silas’s lips brushed against my numb ear, his breath tickling as the blood rushed to the warmth. Then it lingered by my neck, a kiss as soft as a flake of snow.
Heat flared inside. At this rate, I might not need external sources of warmth. His coat slipped down my shoulders, and he took advantage by placing love bites where he could.
