Page 28 of Snowbound with the Alpha Wolf
Nudging her hips open, he settled between them. His cock slid between her legs, tunneling throughthe wetness of her core. Bliss. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, her small cries of pleasure sweet music to hisears.
He could spend the next century with Darcy in his arms, Darcy’s scent stamped on hisskin.
She was courage and light and filled the empty spaces inside him with life. For too long he’d remained in emotional darkness. Darcy eased it away with her warm, wetlips feathering over his body, the absolute trust shining in hereyes.
She trusted him not to lose control. He’d turn on himself before hurtingher.
Outside the cabin the storm blew, snow billowing and pushing against the thick windows. Darcy felt the instinctive pull toward him, her body surging with sexual energy. Adrian’s mouth was rough and possessive, yet his hands stroked overher quivering skin with such tenderness. He looked fierce and wild, but his touch was gentle and cherishing. A masculine fragrance of spice and pine engulfed her, Adrian’s very male scent stamping into her skin to mark her. Rough calluses on his palms rubbed over her sensitiveskin.
Moans filled the air. She naturally arched into his touch as he slid a palm over her hip and tunneled throughthe silky curls between her legs. Teasing, he slid a long finger inside her, coaxing out moisture to prepare her for his entry. He was breathing heavily, color flooding his face, his expression fierce, yet she sensed he leashed the primitive wildness insidehim.
Her skin felt stretched tight over bone. She’d suspected making love with Adrian would be consuming but never knew it could bethis powerful. This earthy and raw. He rubbed his body over hers in sensual, teasing strokes, a small smile playing about his mouth. This playful side of him was the Adrian she’d known, the Adrian who’d laughed and chased her until they’d both tumbled, breathless and panting, into the meadow, the sweet smell of grass as sharp as theirdesire.
She could do a little playing of her own. Witha small growl, she flipped and then straddled him, her hands pinning down his broadshoulders.
Surprise flared on his face. Then he grinned. “Think you can keep mehere?”
“I’m stronger than Ilook.”
“Maybe. Or not. This isn’t my natural position, sweetheart. I’m always ontop.”
With effortless grace, he sat up, hooked her about the waist and rolled over, reversing theirpositions.
Darcy quivered, breathless with need. It became a hot, stabbing force, erasing everything but the desire to have this man insideher.
His smile dropped, his features becoming taut and dangerous. She sensed the power inside him, felt himtense.
“Do it,” she toldhim.
Obeying, he thrust hard and fast into her, pounding into her, claiming every inch of her bodyand her spirit. With a cry, she climaxed again. And then he threw back his head, joining her, roaring hispleasure.
A few minutes later, he raised his head from the pillow, gaze gleaming. “Again.”
Limbs quivering, heart pounding, she went into hisarms.
Their harsh cries tore into the air, long into thenight.
