Page 48 of Abdominal Snowman

He kissed her, plundering her mouth with his.

“Couch?” he asked, breaking away. The floor was nice, but not that nice.

“Couch,” she agreed, and pushed him to sit on the plush cushions.

The couch dipped beneath his weight as Sage followed him, straddling his waist. Then she kissed him senseless, pressing herself against his aching cock. Her warmth and wetness teased him, and she ground her hips harder into his, until he groaned and tilted his head back.

“Sage,” he growled, the heat in his abdomen growing even warmer.

“Yeah,” she gasped, voice breathy.

“I don’t want to ruin the moment, but unless we want a couple of snow babies running around, I should probably grab a condom.”

Sage held her arm up, a small pink incision along the inside of her arm.

“I have a birth control implant. I got it a while back because I was sick of forgetting to take my pill every morning.”

Relief flooded through Soren.

He wanted kids. Eventually. But not right now.

Her slim fingers wrapped around him, notching him at her entrance before she began sinking down.

Soren saw heaven. That was what this had to be. His eyes shuttered, but when he opened them again, her face was glowing, eyes light as they locked onto his, her lips parted.

They stayed like that, and Soren felt every hot pulse of her around him in that moment.

Sage began rocking back and forth, the pull and drag of her the most gorgeous thing Soren had ever experienced. Ice crackled beneath his skin. His canines burned as they elongated and pushed over his lips, and suddenly Sage was cast in the soft glow of icy blue that belonged to his abominable.

Sage looked on, not in fear, but arousal as she reached up to him and dragged her index finger down his fangs before kissing him. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips before Sage smoothed it over the point of his fangs.

He pulled back with a rumble, his hips tipping into hers without his permission as a fresh wave of arousal assaulted him. “You never cease to surprise me,” Soren confessed.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Sage promised with a grin. Before Soren could ask her what she meant, she showed him by increasing her tempo, bouncing up and down on his lap, and swirling her hips. It all made Soren see stars.

He growled, not ready for this to be over just as it started, and grabbed her hips. Soren stilled her, pulling her down for a messy kiss before he carefully flipped them. Sage stared up at him from the giant cushions of his couch.

Soren’s claws sprang free as they moved, but an idea struck him. He sat back on his heels, her hips splayed across his thighs. Soren had the perfect view of the tiny woman speared on his cock.

With the tips of his claws, he framed the soft flesh of her thighs, holding her in place and creating soft divots without drawing blood. A gasp spilled out of her, amber eyes bright and lips parted as he stroked into her.

Sage kicked her heels behind Soren, dragging him into her deeper until he bottomed out.

“Faster, Soren. Fu--, right there!” she gasped out.

A growl curled past his lips as he kept himself steady, rocking back and forth into her, feeling her tighten around him and watching her breasts sway with each thrust. An inferno raged deep in his gut.

Soren pulled his hand from her hip and moved to her core, circling her clit gently with the sharp tip of his claw. Sage’s eyes rolled back as she fluttered around him, pulling him deeper into her.

She grabbed at him, her nails leaving behind pinkened lines. He wanted them to cover him, wanted to hear her breathy gasps for more and yes and please over and over again. His gut tightened, and ice tingled down his spine as he pumped into her.

Soren picked up his pace, leaning down to blow gentle blasts of icy air against her nipples, circling her clit with his finger, until she screamed his name.

He couldn’t help but fall with her, the tight vise of her pussy sucking his orgasm out of him. He stilled as he spilled himself inside her.

Their breathy gasps filled the cabin, the only sound along with the crackling fire and howling winds. Soren gazed down at Sage, expecting her to bolt, expecting to see fear or regret—all of the worst things even though he felt on top of the world.

But what he saw wasn’t any of those things. It was adoration. A little amazement. Soft and gentle was her gaze upon him as she pulled him down into an even softer kiss.

Soren heard the creak as she kissed him, but didn’t have enough time to pull back as the supports in the couch gave way. He switched their positions as they tumbled to the floor together, still intertwined, with a soft “oof.”

Sage looked down at Soren.

Soren stared up at Sage.

And laughter burst from both of them.