Page 22 of The Midwinter Mirror
He looks at me for a long moment. God, is he going to make me beg?
But finally, he nods. I don’t give him a chance to change his mind. I kiss him again, biting his lip until he opens for me and I push my tongue inside, then slide my hand down his body. Zayne goes still.
“Slow down, princess.”
I growl. “No. Faster. Please, Zayne. I need you.”
He’s already hard, and he’s big, and I can feel the burning heat of him through the leather of his pants. The pants are going to have to go. I squeeze, and he groans low in his throat, and I feel the moment he stops fighting me. Gives up.
In one second, he takes control. It’s a riptide—sudden, irresistible. All male power and gentle force. He kisses me like he’s starving, tongue thrusting, teeth nipping. He kisses down my throat, licks my pulse, pushes the jacket off my shoulders so it drops to the floor. He bites the soft spot where my neck meets my shoulder, then tugs my sweater over my head and tosses it across the room. I feel the cold air against my skin, but I’m burning up.
His hand slides around me, and he undoes my bra, peeling it from my breasts. Then he steps back to look at me, a dull flush along his cheekbones. He cups one breast in his big hand, then lowers his head, licks my nipple, then sucks it into his mouth, and my spine arches. Pleasure shoots through me, settling low down in my belly.
I need more, but he knows that. His hands are already at my waist, unfastening my jeans. I manage to kick off my boots, and he drags my jeans over my hips, down my thighs. I hop on one leg to allow him to get one leg off, then the other. And I’m naked.
He stops.
Nooo!
But then I catch his gaze, and I know he’s going to finish this. I’m not sure anything could stop us now. “Gods, princess—you’re going to ruin me.”
That will do.
I slide my hands around his shoulders, press my hot skin against him. He’s still fully clothed, but not for long.
His hands come around me and cup my bottom, and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around him, and he’s backing me up against the stable wall. And he’s kissing me again. Hot, wet kisses as his hand moves between us. He slides it between my thighs, cupping my sex, one finger gliding between my folds, pushing inside.
My brain stops working. I writhe against him, needing more.
His hand goes, and I’m bereft, but I can feel him undoing his belt, unfastening his pants. And then I feelit. The scalding hot length of him against me. I lift my face to look into his eyes. They’re wild. For a second, they flicker yellow. But nope, not going there.
Then he thrusts inside me, stretching me, filling me, and I gasp.
He stills, stares down at me with Zayne’s eyes, and I buck my hips against him, and he starts to move. The drag as he pulls out is exquisite, the push as he fills me better. I close my eyes and concentrate on that place where we become one, the drag and push, the way he rotates his hips against my clit, so the pleasure builds and builds inside me.
Until there’s too much, and I don’t think I can take any more.
“Look at me, princess, I want to see your eyes when you come.”
My eyes flash open as he slips a hand between us, strokes between my thighs, then pinches my clit as he thrusts hard, and I come. I throw back my head and scream as the pleasure floodsme. He pinches again, and I almost black out. Stars flash inside my head.
I can feel the moment he comes as well, his head going back, baring the long line of his throat, his hips still pumping into me, his fingers digging into my ass. Finally, he goes still, burrowing his head in the curve of my shoulder. Our hearts race in unison. Breaths come fast.
But soon the world intrudes. It’s fucking freezing in this stable. A shiver runs through me, and he raises his head.
Then he pulls away.
Chapter 9
Nope. Nope. Nopety-Nope
Holly
Iwatch as Zayne drags up his pants and fastens his belt. In seconds, he’s fully dressed, and I’m…still naked.
I’ve probably traumatized poor Belbel. She’s pretending to eat hay while very obviously judging me.
My eyes narrow. That’s it? Looking at him now, the last ten minutes might not have happened. Until I peer into his face. His eyes are heavy-lidded, sated, his lips swollen.
