Page 120 of The Heart of Winter

Looking down at me, his face slightly flushed, he nodded.

To start slow, I gently placed my hands on his hips first, noting the faint tremor that ran through him. Then, even more unhurriedly, I let them slide downward toward his length. The instant I made contact, he reacted, within seconds, he was fully hard.

Yup. No chemistry issues here.

Keeping my eyes on him the whole time, I began slow, circular motions around the base, then moved up, spreading the lather along his shaft. But after only a moment, Winter pressed his lips together slightly and murmured, "I think you should just wash me properly… or this might end sooner than expected. And keep in mind, I can’t go into rut, I’d rather conserve as much energy as possible."

Ah, that practical tone.

I smirked, but did as he asked, my hands shifting to a more methodical rhythm. As I lathered him, I made sure to be thorough, even cleaning the sensitive skin of his balls, noticing the way his expression changed a bit at the sensation.

I had a strong feeling no one had ever washed him like this before.

Once the front was taken care of, I let my soapy hand slide between his legs, seeking access to a more hidden place.

Winter shifted his stance just a fraction, his feet now slightly apart.

I glanced up at his face. "May I?"

Another nod.

As my fingers brushed against his entrance, I noticed the subtle tightening of his lips, as if he were holding something back. I kept my movements soft, circling the sensitive area with measured strokes.

This was the first time I’d ever touched someone else there. But instead of embarrassment, all I felt was excitement. I wanted to see this part of him too, but in this position, with Winter standing, I couldn’t get a good look.

"Can I also…?"

Again—a brief nod.

Slowly, carefully, I eased a finger inside. Winter averted his gaze, his eyes shifting toward the cave wall, and his expression changed, becoming… dazed?

I finished the process gently, mindful that even though he was a beta, he was still sensitive there. The whole time, his hard dick kept pressing against my cheek. But just as I was about to touch it with my lips, Winter put his hand on my head and fixed me with his eyes.

"Not the best idea, it might end too quickly."

Once I was satisfied that he was thoroughly washed, I gestured toward the water’s surface. "Maybe you should rinse off now?"

Winter lowered himself back into a crouch, dipping under. In this position, he was directly facing me. Taking the opportunity, I reached out, my fingers tracing over his toned chest, teasing the pale pearl of his nipple, and his well-defined abs.

"I can't wait," I murmured, almost breathless, my body gearing up, the heat raising my temperature.

Winter's eyes met mine, his pupils dark and wide. My wave was in full swing now, and I could barely sit up, almost painful contractions in my abdomen making it hard to concentrate.

"I really badly want you to touch me, Winter," I murmured.

He bit his full lip, his gaze flicking to my mouth. Then, without warning, he leaned in and, for the first time, kissed me of his own accord.

I was taken aback, not by the kiss itself, but by the way he did it. It was firm, dominant. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him, while the other gripped the back of my head. We were both still in these half-kneeling positions, me with one leg stretched out, but that didn’t stop him from taking control.

His strong arms held me tightly, and his kiss was relentless, possessive. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming it.

So finally, I felt it. The side of him I hadn’t seen before—unfiltered desire, hunger, the need to be in charge.

Then, just as suddenly, he pulled back an inch, his gaze locking onto mine.

"You know," he murmured, "there were times in my office when I wanted to bend you over my desk and take you right there. To fuck you while knowing your father was just one floor above us… and that he’d disapprove so much."

"Ooh, that sounds exciting. We should definitely do that sometime."

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