Page 49 of Wren's Winter

“You didn’t kill a thing.” His eyes dark with lust again. “If anything, it makes me want to sink even deeper into you.”

In a mess of limbs, we were able to find a condom. I slid it down his length, not bothering with being sultry. The need to have him inside me is overwhelming. He was right. I was empty without him. My fist pumped up and down his cock before I pulled myself up, lining him up with my entrance. With my hands on his shoulders, I slowly lowered myself onto him. His thick cock stretching me as he went deeper. I hissed as I took him. His hands on my hips, not controlling the speed but holding on tight as I took him.

“You’re so fucking tight for me, Birdie.”

He had felt big the night before, but this angle, the way I held him inside me, hit spots I didn’t know were erogenous.

As I rose above him, he reached up to grab a hold of the nape of my neck. The sting of him pulling my hair as he tilted my head up to suck on my neck. Between the scrap of his teeth against the tender flesh, and the slap of my ass hitting his legs, I rode him hard.

“That’s it, use me,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. “Fuck it out of me.”

The tempo picked up, and I chased my pleasure. I had been on top during sex before but never like this. His hands on me were strong, but I was the one in control. The power of holding both our pleasures between my thighs taking me higher. No one had ever given themselves over to me in this way before, and in that, I was able to give myself as well.

“Let go,” he crooned as I held tight to his shoulders. “Give it all to me.”

The waves wouldn’t come. Something dark was holding me back. He captured my mouth, with his lips firm and brutal against my own. Our tongues lashed at each other as he continues to move inside me. I brought myself up his shaft to slam back down. His groan was hot against my neck. I needed something more, but I didn’t know what it was. His grip was tight on my hips, and I leaned back to watch his face as I moved above him.

A tendril of my hair came loose, but he tucked it behind my ear. His hand gripped the back of my neck as he watched me. “I want to keep you. Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered.

The tiny fissures that had been splitting since that first night cracked into shards. I knew I couldn’t stay. This was never supposed to come with possession. But here we were. I wanted to own him, to keep every inch of his skin to myself. There was no stopping the insidious need inside me to respond. “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

“You will always have me.” His words were harsh but honest. “This between us is precious, you understand. I’m never going to want anyone else.”

Those words flooded through me, breaking me wide open. A ruthless need to be claimed by him in a way I never had before.

“Prove it,” I said, edging him closer to climax. “Show me.”

With a violent gleam in his eye, he pulled my hair harder, my neck tilting back. His mouth was on my breast, his teeth scraping the skin around my nipple. The sting was good until it was searing. His bite harsh and painful, but instead of pulling away, I rocked faster against him, driving each of us closer. His tongue lashed out on the stinging flash he bit, licking and sucking. I was going to bruise, to scar, and I didn’t care.

“If I could tattoo my bite into your skin, I would. I want the world to know exactly who this body belongs to.”

“It’s yours.”

He gave me a knowing smirk as he slid his hand between us to rub my clit.

With his mouth on my breast and his hand on my clit, I arched my back, sliding into him one last shuddering time. The climax was a blinding heat behind my eyes as I cried out.

“That’s it. Show me how my Birdie comes all over my cock,” he growled. The tendons in his neck stood out as he came right after me.

My breathing shaky, I collapsed against him, my face buried in his neck. The slickness of our sweat and the heat of our bodies made the air in the cabin thick. I inhaled the woodsy scent of him, all clean and masculine.

As the lustful haze fell from my eyes, I considered the words we said to each other. Platitudes and terms of endearment were practically meaningless in the heat of sex. So, why did everything I said feel so true? An overwhelming urge to cry thundered through me. If we could have stayed there, in that cramped front seat, nothing but the snow-capped mountains and the slick of our skin together, I would have. But it wasn’t real. We couldn’t be. He wasn’t the type to want more, and I was a total mess and a half. In what world could this ever be more?

Pulling myself up, I moved to get off him, and he stopped me. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip. Our eyes caught on each other, and as I peered down at him, a vulnerability in his gaze had me even more raw.

This was supposed to be sex—fun and casual and not at all the lead-up to emotional tragedy.

“I said too much, didn’t I?” he asked softly.

I shook my head, half believing in the motion. His words were overwhelming but not in the way he was worried about. I wanted them too much, craved the little ember that was burning brighter inside my chest. I had been told forever before but never like this. If I felt this way today, how would it be in a few days, when I left Adrian behind?

“You said all the right words. Everything from the moment I met you has been exactly right. That’s what’s making this all so hard. In less than forty-eight hours, I’ll be gone.”

Blackness clouded over his features at the mention, but there was no getting around it. Once we left this mountain, we had one more night together and then the real world was returning.

“I don’t expect anything of you, I swear.” I laid a hand on his chest, reassuring him of that. Did I want more? Of course. But to ask for it? To believe that we could be anyone but who we are, was a foolish idea.

We made no plans, there were no declarations. I couldn’t hope for something that wouldn’t work outside our bubble. He had a job he went back to after the mid-winter break. I had—well, okay, nothing was keeping me at my parents’ house. But what kind of person would I be to stay here with Adrian if he didn’t want me to?

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