Jesus.
This mouth.
I pick her up in a second. Before I can close the door behind us, her lips are crashing against mine, full of need and sensuality. Every brush of her lips sends a pulse straight to my heart, solidifying my obsession with her. In fact, it’s been upgraded to another tier after kissing her. She feels just how I imagined she would.
Soft. Heavenly. Perfect. And so damn celestial.
My tongue immediately dominates hers. She wraps her hands around my neck as I dig my fingers into her thighs. I slam her against the wall and fulfill the promise. I pull her pants down, move her panties to the side just enough to expose her weeping pussy, and drive only the tip of me inside. I immediately groan as I sink into her slowly.
I need her to stay in Alaska with me forever. My chest tightens, and the ability to breathe is impossible every time she looks at me.
Like right now, I feel like I can’t breathe.
She’s here with me. Underneath me. This is real.
She’s too beautiful. The kind of beauty that makes you think she would never say yes to a date with me, because she’s out of this world, magnetic, and divine.
“Oh, my fuck, Gavin. You’re too big.” She moans and mewls against my lips. Fuck, she begs so fucking pretty. Using the palm of her hands, she tries to scoot away, but I pull her hair again, keeping her in place, and she smiles through it. “Force it from me, Gavin. Take me. Now.” She licks my lips and looks down at our connection.
“You’re going to be a good filthy girl and take it, won’t you, sweetheart?”
I push more in slowly and groan. She’s so damn wet and soft.She scratches my back, her nails stabbing deep, and I slap the wall from how good the pain feels, knowing it’s coming from her.
“Say it. Say you can take it,” I growl.
“I can take it all night.”
I drive all the way deep until I can’t go any more. I’m hitting a spot, and she gasps, her head dipping back, with only the whites of her eyes showing.
“So tight.” I plug my fingers into her mouth, imagining her on her knees. She sucks and moans around them. I remove them from her mouth and grip her ass. She takes me completely, as if she were made for me.
If she’s going to leave me when the snowstorm is over, I’m going to make sure these memories will haunt her for the rest of her life. She’s going to remember how good it felt to be my little whore when she goes back home.
“I’m going to make sure you won’t be able to move on from this because every time another man kisses you, it’ll be my lips you’re picturing. Every time another man holds you, it’ll be my arms you’ll wish for. Every time another man is inside you, it’ll be my cock and name you’ll be screaming for.”
I pull my dick out and groan.
Fuck.
“Gavin, I, uh, I’m married,” she breathes, the fear and trauma evident in her expression. Liam has done a number on her, breaking her confidence.
“Coraline.” I pull down her shirt until her breasts are exposed. “Do you want to talk? Or do you want to get fucked? Because Liam’s wife is my whore tonight,” I declare slowly.
She slams her lips onto mine.
“That’s what I thought.” I snicker.
She screams against my lips, my length stretching her. I pump slowly, and with each thrust, her breasts bounce, herperfect brown nipples calling my name. I want to suck, bite, and fuck them.
“I’m going to fuck his imprint out of you until you can only remember mine.” I trail kisses down her chest until my mouth is on her perfectly pointed peaks next. I pull out and rush back in. Her warm, soft walls grip me tighter. She gasps, moans, and pumps her hips until she’s fucking me back, meeting me pound for pound as I suck on her nipple. I go to the other one, equally worshipping her.
“I’m going to fuck any doubt you have of yourself away. That fucker poisoned your mind with his own misery, but you are mine now.”
Sex has always been fast and quick. A chore that needed to get done. An itch to scratch. But it’s different with Coraline. I don’t want this to be over after one round. I want forever. She’s different. No one has ever come close to what she tastes like. I’m truly fucked.
“I want you all night, over and over again until you’re crying out my name, and you can’t remember anything but how good it feels to be mine. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she says in a high-pitched guttural moan.
