Page 13 of Our Dark Winter Wish

He watches the snow fall on my breasts with wonder.

‘Have you ever been fucked in the snow, Pixie?’

I shake my head, and his delicious grin widens.

He grips my jacket and drops it to the floor, leaving me naked and straddling him.

‘Lean back. Let me see you.’

I do, and his thumb quickly finds my clit. He circles it slowly, watching my breasts rise and fall with each desperate breath. I moan and bite down on my lip when his thumb glides from myclit and sinks inside my pussy, finding its way in with ease as I’m slick with need. He returns it, wet and warm, to my clit.

‘I want you,’ I breathe, my need unbearable as that deep ache in my core builds and builds.

‘My thumb not good enough for you?’ he teases, running it over my entrance but not inside me.

‘I wantyou!’

‘Say it properly, Pixie. I want to hear you beg for what you want.’

‘I want your cock, My Lord. Please.’

‘Then take it.’ He leans back a little.

My trembling hands go for his trousers, and I fumble with cold and lust as I release him in all his glory. His erection springs free, and I quickly wrap my fingers around him. I work him slowly at first, just enough to get that beautiful growl I love to hear him make. I run my fingers across my pussy and use my arousal as I work him.

His hand slides from my backside down. Between my legs and inside me. Two fingers at first, massaging my walls as I stroke his length. Our deep breaths lie heavy in the cold air, and our intense gaze never falters.

He is my world. And I am his.

I hold him firmly and rest his length at my pussy. He moves his fingers from there and instead rests them at my arse. As I lower myself onto him, his fingers push inside my second entrance. I stop when he’s in as deep as he can go, and we both just watch one another.

The silence of the snow-covered forests broken only by our heavy breaths.

‘Are you going to fuck me, Pixie?’

‘I’m going to love you. For the rest of time. And yes. I’m going to fuck you.’

‘Good.’

I ride him hard and deep, driving him into me with slow and steady movements. His fingers fuck my arse with the same speed as his other hand sweeps through my hair and down to rest over my heart. The tips of his fingers stop below the first cut his nightmare made.

It’s already healed thanks to my earth magic channelling the power from below us, but he knows precisely where it was. He still sees it.

He reaches up, plucks a holly sprig from the great branch above us, and places it against my skin, right where I was cut.

‘What are you doing?’ I ask. My movements slow, but he drives his fingers harder inside my rear entrance.

‘I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep fucking me, Pixie.’

He looks down at the holly with deep concentration and presses it into my skin.

‘Shit…’ I whisper, watching the bead of blood trickle down my skin.

I never look away as he drags it downwards. It feels like a blade, but the comfort of earth magic accompanies the pain.

‘Eyes on me, Pixie,’ he warns.

My eyes flick up, and I see him watching me closely.

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