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I grip the edge until my knuckles are as white as the snow blanketing the ground. The water splashes around us as Killian circles my clit with his tongue and I kick my legs. I sob his name, and he looks up from between my legs, his face glistening, his eyes sparkling.

Fuck the mountains; this is the best view I’ve ever had.

He pushes two fingers inside me and curls them until my pussy clenches around him and my lungs burn because I’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“Are you going to come for me, baby? Soak my face with this pretty cunt of yours?”

“Yours,” I gasp without even thinking about it. But it feels so right. His lips part, his eyebrows lifting a fraction.

“Mine?” he asks, pulling his fingers out and pressing them back inside me, so fucking slowly.

“Yours. All of me.”

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Killian

I swallow as her words sink into me. It feels like more than a declaration in the heat of the moment, this time. It feels like everything.

I’m sure Scarlett can see the emotion rippling over me, and she reaches out to clasp my face.

“Yeah, you are mine,” I say, hoarse as hell as she brushes her thumb over my cheekbone. “And I’m yours, Scar. All of me.”

She tightens around my fingers. She liked hearing that. Fuck. I’m so gone for her.

I stroke her slowly, keeping my eyes on her as I bend to drag my tongue over her clit again. Conflicting feelings wage a war inside me, between drawing this out and making the moment last as long as possible, and wanting to make her fall apart for me as quickly as I can.

The weather decides for me; the wind has picked up since we came out here, and though the snow covering the ground and the mountains is fluffy and picture perfect, what starts falling from the sky is icy sleet. It falls thick and fast, sending a shiver down my spine as it pelts against my bare back. As toasty as the hot tub is, it’s not warm enough to keep us comfortable in this, and the last thing I want is Scarlett getting sick.

So, falling apart quickly it is.

I increase the pressure of my fingers and Scarlett cries out, her voice mingling with the scream of the wind. It only takes me thrusting my fingers inside her once, twice, as I pull her clit between my lips. Her hand slams on the edge of the tub and I hook my free hand around her back, holding her steady as she rides out her orgasm against my face. It’s a fucking crime that no one had ever done this for her before me, but I relish every second I get to have my mouth on her.

The sleet is pouring so heavily that it’s hard to know when her shaking stops and shivering begins. I kiss her before climbing out of the tub, and when she spins on the edge, I hand her the cozy pink slippers her parents gave her for Christmas, then gather her in my arms, bridal style, and carry her across the patio. It’s no easy feat, considering the pavers are slick with ice and snow, but I get us inside out of the cold and we both breathe a happy sigh as the warmth of the cabin surrounds us.

I set Scarlett on the rug in front of the fire, and it’s not until I’m bringing her a towel that I realize I have no clue where her bikini is. Hopefully, it landed in the water and not on the ground; I can’t imagine it would survive the wind. Not that it matters—I’m going to get the store details from Piper and order her one in every color, just so I can unwrap her over and over.

She runs the towel through her long hair, squeezing out the water. I should be drying myself, too, but I’m so goddamn transfixed by her—the rosy blush painting her cheeks, the way the firelight gleams gold in her eyes. She looks up at me, sitting up on her knees, and licks her lips.

“You should really get out of those wet shorts. We don’t want you to get sick,” she says, slipping her hand in my pocket and smiling when she finds the condoms I stashed there earlier. She sets them on the rug, then hooks her thumbs in my waistband and tugs the shorts down. Her pupils flare as she takes in the sight of my cock. There’s a bead of pre-cum on the tip, and it’s frankly a miracle that’s all. It’s a constant fight not to come in my pants when I’m touching her.

Scarlett leans forward and drags her tongue over the tip, licking it off. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Baby, I can’t— Oh hell,” I groan as she takes me between her lips, humming. She moves her head slowly, gripping my thighs as she takes me so deep, I can’t think straight.

I brush the back of her throat and she doesn’t gag, but she does dig her nails in, and my vision goes black for a second. I pull out of her mouth and step back, panting.

“I don’t … I can’t … I’m going to lose it, Scar,” I finally manage, and she glows. She rips open the condom and rolls it over me, then holds out a hand to pull me down to the rug with her. The heat of the fire feels like bliss, but she feels even better as she places her hand flat on my chest and gently pushes me back until I’m lying down.

She straddles me, running her fist up and down my cock a few times while I mentally recite the alphabet backward. And if the mischievous smile skirting her lips says anything, she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“Scar,” I groan. She sits up on her knees and takes pity on me, guiding me to her entrance and sinking down on me slowly. Every inch is better than the last, and my eyes threaten to roll back in my head when I bottom out inside her.

“Oh,” she says, sounding surprised as she blows out a breath. “That’s … You’re … Fuck. So deep.”

“Are you okay?”

She nods, half-answering, half-moaning: “Amazing.”