Page 68 of Abdominal Snowman

Soren did say to keep her hands to herself.

He nipped at her inner thigh, and that ever close edge slipped away again. “Cheater,” he murmured.

“Ugh!” Sage groaned and slapped her hands flat on the table. Snapping her head up, she glared at him. “Oh no, whatever will you do?”

Soren’s grin was absolutely wicked as he lowered his head between her legs again. Her head fell back to the table in relief as he lapped and sucked at her.

Ignoring his earlier warning, she slid her hands back to her tight nipples, pulled in time with his licks and sucks until she was a whining mess spread across the table.

Once she was releasing short moans on each breath, he finally slid his hand over from her hip. He swiped his tongue and his thumb over her clit in alternating turns, one touch chilly, the other warm. Soren carved her down to putty, sent her toward the heavens in a spiraling, sobbing mess. It stretched on for eternity, thrumming through her body, her mouth parted as she came down slowly, basking in the warmth.

She lay boneless for a moment, legs hanging off the table, loosely circling Soren’s hips. Soren’s smirk eclipsed her vision of the hanging light as he rose above her.

He pressed against her, and she whined as his cock slid through her folds. Sage lifted her head, glanced down, and her core tightened all over again at the sight of Soren against her. Sage eyed the precum forming at his tip, licking her lips in anticipation. She wondered if he tasted as good as he looked. He only let her have a little taste before, but now she wanted the whole damn thing. At least until he looked as destroyed as she felt.

Soren leaned down, braced her head between his palms as he took her lips in a sloppy kiss. She tasted herself on him, and that buzzing began under her skin again.

He untangled his hand from her hair to slip it between them, and she felt the blunt head of him notch at her core.

She gasped, and in one fluid movement, he buried himself to the hilt, hands at her hips pulling her towards him. The table beneath them groaned at the sudden lurch. Soren stilled, and she adjusted to the fullness of him. The way it felt to be with him again. Soren released a desperate groan of his own before he withdrew from her achingly slow.

She lifted a hand to grip at his hip, digging her nails in and wishing she had claws of her own to…

She shivered at the thought of Soren teasing her with his claws, at the unbidden images that flitted across her mind.

Soren erased any thoughts from her mind as he slammed into her again, beginning a bruising pace.

Sage slapped her palms against the table below her, gripping the edge and holding on for the ride. Her breasts swayed with each thrust, accompanying the slap of his hips against her skin.

Soren leaned down enough to capture one hard peak, then the other, into his mouth.

His hands on her hips grew cold enough to prickle, but not enough to hurt. It spread slowly up her waist until the only heat she felt was where she and Soren were joined at her core. Sage peered down at the sight, her pussy sucking him in and the great length of him sliding in and out.

She crested that peak again, riding the sizzling across her whole body.

Soren, sensing the impending fall, feeling her squeeze around him, moved one icy finger to her clit, massaging gently to help her to that high.

“Come for me, Sunshine,” he said in a voice that rippled across her skin in a low tone.

That one order was the final crack in the ice, and Sage shattered around Soren.

She cried out as he thrust against her, prolonging her orgasm. Sage felt each plunge and retreat as she contracted around him.

Their cries echoed around the room as Soren’s pace grew erratic, a few more stuttering pumps to send echoes of pleasure through her system. Soren came with a shuddering groan, spilling inside her. His forehead dropped to meet hers as they slowly rolled their hips together, panted together in the aftermath, tasted the other’s moans right off their lips.

She felt lightheaded and let her head fall back to the table. The light above them was swinging—had Soren hit his head? Sage giggled at the image. How had she missed that?

As she lay there, listening to the silence with Soren, the unwelcome chill of the room quickly replaced the unforgettable sensation of Soren’s special chill, and she shivered.

“Thank god for metal tables and all, but can we go inside?” she asked with a chuckle, patting the table for effect.

Soren was quick to bundle her up in his shirt and jacket. He didn’t put on more than a pair of jeans—damned snowbeasts—but he scooped her up before she could argue.

“Soren, can I ask you a question?” she asked as he carried her toward the main house.

Another smile. “This is different from the last two hundred and eighty-seven how?”

She smacked his arm for the tease and ignored him. “Will you take me to Overlook Peak soon?”

“Of course! I told you I would, and I think you should bring your camera. Tomorrow?”

She grinned. “I was planning to. Tomorrow is perfect.”

They shut the door behind themselves, locking out the cold, and he let her down by the kitchen bar.

“What do you want for dinner? Overlook Peak is gonna be a long hike, so that means we’ll have to get plenty of sleep tonight.”

Sage squeezed her thighs together, his release still thick inside her. She patted his chest.

“Snowflake, the last thing we’ll be doing tonight is sleeping.”