Page 216 of The Heart of Winter

He was wearing a T-shirt with the words ‘Forever Yours’ printed across the front. Above the text? A stylized drawing of me, looking like an elven prince. Of course.

But I didn’t have time to admire his artwork, I wanted to admire something else.

I shoved his shirt up, exposing his smooth, warm skin, dusted with those mint-colored freckles. My lips trailed across his chest, my tongue circling his slightly swollen nipples. My fingers worked quickly, stripping his pants down past his thighs.

All my movements were urgent, impatient, and eager, and with no small amount of satisfaction, I discovered that after pulling down his boxers, a very hard cock awaited me.

My mouth immediately wrapped around it, taking him deep into my throat. Sariel let out a deep gasp, murmuring something like, "Oh my gosh, Winter…" but I couldn’t be sure, because my blood was pounding in my ears.

"I need to be inside you," I panted, as I rose and pulled his pants off his long legs.

"Definitely," Sariel said.

His face was flushed, his lips parted, red as poppies and slightly swollen from my intense kisses. His eyes had that characteristic haze of arousal, of sinking into pleasure… of anticipating ecstasy.

I grabbed his knees and pulled him toward me in one firm motion. He let out a soft moan as I lifted his thighs over mine. I slid my hand toward his hole and felt it, puffy and so wet.

Wow. Sariel got turned on really fast. Maybe our chemistry hadn’t cooled down over these few days, if anything, it had intensified.

My fingers circled his entrance a few times before slipping inside. Our eyes never broke contact. When I found his prostate, surprisingly large and swollen, I gently massaged it, whispering, "I need to be connected to you, Sariel."

Then I leaned over him, grabbing his slender hips. The tip of my cock found his hole; one strong thrust, and a wave of bliss rushed over me as his tightness swallowed my shaft. My head spun with incredible pleasure.

When I opened my eyes, I had the strange feeling that I saw the air around us sparkle for a moment, but the pleasure was too strong for me to focus on anything else. My body was rocked by pulses of orgasm so intense I wasn’t sure if I was leaving it…

I felt wetness on my stomach, but even without that, I knew Sariel had climaxed too. The whole experience had just been too overwhelming.

It became almost a pattern; so many times when Sariel and I made love, I came the very moment I entered him, or the other way around, when he thrust inside me. It was unreal. And so very telling… telling of the one thing I kept pretending wasn’t real.

I wanted to keep going, to stretch out those moments of pleasure, to stay in them a little longer, but I also knew we needed to talk. I could feel it in Sariel, that quiet urgency to speak. So that brief satisfaction had to be enough for now. I let myself collapse on top of him, resting my forehead against his chest.

I could hear his heartbeat so clearly…

"We need to talk," Sariel said aloud, words I already knew had been waiting in his mind for just the right moment to come out. "What happened between us on that island, Winter… it had consequences."

I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes. Again, I already knew what he was about to say, even before the words came out.

"I’m pregnant. And I’m keeping the baby."

Boom.

Hearing him say it out loud… was intense.

Surreal.

So I blinked twice to make sure reality was still there.

"Who’s the father?" I asked silly, barely breathing.

His eyelids fluttered shut. I knew that question hurt him.

"I only slept with you, Winter."

Stupefied, I stared at him. "Only with me?"

Realizing what that meant was like being caught in a tornado, my helpless body tossed in every direction. Every nerve in me felt raw, torn, flapping in the wind.

That would mean… that my shy, hopeful suspicions were true.

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