Page 144 of The Heart of Winter

Why the hell had I never tried this before? Never searched for these small, affectionate gestures?

Now I let myself get lost in this…

For a brief time, it was just the two of us, alone in this cave, relying on each other in the stillness, with the soothing sound of the stream nearby.

It might even have been pleasant, if not for the fear that lingered.

"Please, lay beside me, Winter, I… would love to cuddle." His whisper was so shy, it was adorable.

I hardly recognized myself in this person, so eagerly lying down and pulling another human to my chest. And to top it all, finding solace in it, a mental break.

But yes, it was a new me. My arms around him, his face next to my neck, making tiny warm puffs of air, small pecks, light as a feather, and I drifted away, forgetting everything, basking in him, in Sariel.

Even if we were doomed to die on this island, there was at least something awakening to life in me.

A part that had never before seen the light of day.

SARIEL

I woke up feeling another wave of heat flooding my body, vibrating, sweet energy that pulsed through every cell, electrifying me and filling me with turbulent currents of lust.

Snuggled up against Winter, I lay there blissfully, my body pressed to his, skin to skin. Apparently, he had taken off his clothes while I was sleeping, and now he was holding me in a tight grip. I could smell his body; the scent was getting stronger, the lavender aroma sweeter, even though it was only the third day without suppressants. When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was lying in a field of purple flowers. The scent was truly hypnotic. I almost burrowed into him, my arms wrapping tightly around Winter. We were already tangled together, but I still craved more contact.

"Winter, please," I murmured.

Then my hands instinctively slid down his muscular back and landed on his butt. The firm, perfect curve sparked an even greater fire in my veins.

"Winter, can I—I want to be inside you," I whispered, my voice breaking with excitement as I struggled to catch my breath.

Winter’s silver eyes slowly opened, his frosty lashes fluttering slightly.

"Maybe you'd like it differently this time?"

Just hearing those words, promising something new, sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.

"With you, any way is fine!"

Winter’s mouth lazily slid along my neck, his tongue brushing over my glands. His lips were slightly moist, warm.

He gradually shifted positions, ending up on top of me, his thighs straddling my hips. That’s when I realized what he was preparing for: the rider position!

A subtle smile played on his lips as he left feather-light kisses on my chest, slowly making his way down.

His pink lips soon hovered inches from my cock—one of my favorite sights. When they touched it, my shaft throbbed, releasing a thin stream of pre-cum. Winter’s tongue slid along the slit on the tip, and his face took on that expression I’d imagined so often: ‘an island of sensuality in an ocean of coolness’, the side of him that was always hidden from the world.

Even his eyes looked different—dreamier, hazier, almost sweet. I reached out and brushed his cheek, letting my finger wander to his lips, which were busy leaving soft kisses on my shaft, now standing proud like a flagpole. His lips worked just as I’d fantasized, making incredibly gentle, sensual motions.

"God, your divine lips… You're so sexy, Winter. I want you so bad," I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Winter gave me a coy smile. Then, with one hand, he scooped up the overflowing pre-cum and slid his hand between his thighs, probably to lube himself up.

Then came the moment that really got me: he rose above me, straddling my hips, and asked, "Ready?"

"I’m always ready with you, Winter," I replied, trying to sound steady despite the hunger building uncontrollably inside me.

He flashed that flirtatious smile again, then lifted himself up on his thighs, aligning his entrance with my erection. He began to lower himself at an amazingly smooth and quick pace. In no time, he had swallowed my entire length, and his face lit up with a mixture of relief, excitement, and relaxation, all blending together and softening his sculpted features.

I raised my hands, running them along his thighs and hips, brushing across his beautiful, perfectly ripped eight-pack abs.

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