Page 47 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
Chapter 12
Mathar turned away from her, uncomfortable with her constantly thanking him. It wasn’t like he was doing anything more than seeing to his own comfort, because he did enjoy a warm place to sleep. He might be able to tolerate the cold, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be sleeping out in a fur tent every single night of his life.
He felt her get under the fur covers.
“It’s so nice.” She murmured.
He sighed. The conversation wasn’t over yet. He rolled over and immediately regretted the decision. Her brunette hair was draped lazily around her head and reflected the light of the glowing coals. When she turned her head towards him, he couldn’t help but be sucked in by her hazel eyes.
Before he knew it, he reached out, grabbed the back of her head, and planted a solid kiss against her lips. She melted against him and tasted so sweet and delicate. It pulled him in.
Then Mathar stopped himself and pulled away. “Sorry.”
Adorra stared at him, her eyes wide, and he silently cursed at himself for outreaching himself. She wasn’t just some random woman. She was his queen’s sister. She found him repulsive. He was only a brutish giant in her eyes. How could she see him any differently?
“No.” She uttered before she jumped him, planting her lips right over his.
Once his astonishment passed, he returned her kiss, excited about her gusto. Pushing back against her chest, he laid her back down, their lips never separating. He had no idea why she’d decided to kiss him back, but he wasn’t about to second guess his luck.
Mathar pressed his body down against hers, loving the feel of her molding to him. He could feel her breasts up under her dress, smashed between them. Mathar knew he should push away and stop this in its tracks, but he couldn’t just walk away. Now that he’d had a taste, he couldn’t resist having more.
It’d been so long since he let himself relax like this.
His hands worked into her long hair loving how the silky strands flowed over his fingers. Despite their harsh riding, he was still able to sift through her hair with ease. He grabbed a fist full of her brunette hair and yanked her head back a little, and then he began to trace kisses from her lips over her jawline and then down to her neck. Once to her neck, he sucked lightly on her flesh, before continuing.
Once he reached the collar of her dress, he began working on the front laces. He made short work of the strings that held it together. He might not know anything about these human dresses, but there was something provocative about them. Undressing her so slowly was beyond erotic, and his cock was hard by the time he was done.
Once he was through the strings, he loosened it enough to release her breasts to his greedy view.
Mathar sucked in a breath. He felt his cock strain in his pants at the sight before him. Her pert rose nipples rose above her alabaster breasts and seemed to beckon him with every breath she inhaled. His head descended, and he wrapped his lips around a tight bud sucking it deep into his mouth before swirling the tip of his tongue around it.
Adorra let out a gasp, and he glanced up to see her cheeks heating with her desire.
He was pleased she liked her breasts being played with because that was something he enjoyed in a woman. And her breasts… he’d need forever to get over the sight of them. They were perfectly shaped.
One of his hands came up and cupped the other, while he made sure his mouth worked magic on the first. His fingers found her other nipple, and he lightly pinched it, until he had her back arching for more. Her body was begging him for more, but he hadn’t yet got her to ask for more.
Mathar noticed her hands ball into fists at her side, as she shook with the desire pumping through her system.
He abandoned her nipple with one last suck and nip. Mathar found the hem of her dress and whipped it up around her waist with a rustle of fabric. As he met her hazel eyes, he saw the glint of passion reflected back at him. She was enjoying what he did, and he was surprised she hadn’t begged him to stop and leave her delicate lady senses intact. He should stop it, but he couldn’t resist her pull.
Mathar turned his gaze back to her long legs. Working a hand between her thighs, he coaxed them wide.
“Mathar.” Her voice had him gazing back up at her eyes.
She needed reassurance. He wasn’t the type of man who knew how to romance, but he’d give it a try.
Reaching up, he stroked the side of her face and pushed a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. “You tell me what you want.”
She nodded. “I want you.”
That was all he needed to hear because he needed her as well. His cock ached to feel her wrapped around him, but before he sank into her hot flesh, he was going to see to her pleasure as well.
With one last look at her lust-addled gaze and plump parted lips, he turned his attention back to pleasing her. He wanted her soaking wet when he penetrated her with his shaft.
Adorra didn’t know what she was doing. She should be yelling at him to leave her alone, but instead, desire bubbled up inside her, pushing her for more. This was something she’d never done, and who better than an ice giant to teach her about lovemaking? When they were done with each other, there’d be no attachment. Neither of them would seek anything more from the other.
Mathar backed away from her, and for a brief moment she thought he was going to put an end to this, but then he ripped off his shirt, exposing his massive chest. Her eyes took in the sight like a starving woman.
