Page 77 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“Mathar.” She breathed into his mouth.
His hands wandered over her arms until he reached her fingers. Then he threaded his fingers into hers and raised her hands until they were pinned above her head. Adorra ground her hips up against his groin.
“You make me want more… all of you.” He ground out as his lips began kissing his way down her neck.
Adorra rotated her head to the side to give him better access. Blindly, her hand reached for his crotch, where she felt a bulge in his pants.
“Do you want me?”
She nodded her head, as her hand quickly did short work of the ties on his pants. Then she reached in and took a hold of him.
He sucked in a breath close to her ear.
Adorra rubbed her thumb across the slit on the head of his cock, feeling his desire as it beaded up on the tip. She stroked up and down his length, completely forgetting they were once again in a hallway. Anyone could stumble upon them, but she could care less.
Mathar leaned forward until he rested on hers. “Woman, you’re going to make me come.”
“Good.” She purred. That was exactly what she was aiming for. She loved having the power to make him lose his mind. She’d never wanted to do something like this with Edmund… but Mathar drove her senses insane.
Mathar groaned. “I’m going to come.” He warned her.
“Yes.” She pumped him harder as her hand pumped up and down his entire length. “I want you to come for me.”
She felt him tense around her as his climax drew closer to completion. Leaning her head further to the side, she caught sight of his cock, the head popping into view everytime her hand drew down on his length.
Adorra couldn’t resist. She slid down the wall until his cock was in her face. Then she took the head of his cock between her lips.
“Mmm.” Mathar moaned, and when she glanced up, she found his head thrown back and his lips parted on a gasp.
She turned her attention back to his cock as she pumped it in and out of her mouth with a hand in unison. She felt him tense before he suddenly jerked against her. His hot cum spurted into her mouth, and she quickly swallowed it down.
Once he finished, she withdrew his length from her mouth and leaned back with a lazy smile on her lips. Then she heard footsteps echo down the hall, and the smile faded as she darted to her feet. Then the steps grew distant, and she sighed in relief. The person was walking in the other direction.
“Let me pleasure you.” Mathar reached out.
“No.” She held out a hand, stopping him.
He froze in place as his dark onyx eyes studied her.
What was she doing? Did she have no control over herself? Once more they’d been intimate, and once more it had been done out in the open where anyone could have seen them.
Mathar couldn’t believe they were fighting about previous lovers. Of course, he hadn’t been a saint before they met, but he hadn’t slept with anyone after they met. What more did she want from him?
It wasn’t like they were married. He should feel free to sleep with other women, and yet no one appealed to him like Adorra. Once he had her, she’d taken control of his mind, and he found himself thinking about her day in and day out.
“If you want to claim me as yours, perhaps you should do what your sister is doing and marry an ice giant.” He was only throwing it out there because he knew she wouldn’t take him up on it. He quickly shoved himself back into his pants and tied the strings.
But for some reason his cock jumped right back to attention, enjoying the thought of her being the only woman for him from now on. Underneath all that ice on her heart laid a passionate woman, and he’d love the chance to thaw it out all the way.
“Never.” Adorra hissed at him. “I would never sleep with my husband’s murderer.”
He couldn’t resist jabbing her. “I’m afraid it’s already too late for that.”
She huffed, her cute little face turning red as she blustered in front of him. It’d been cruel of him to say that, but boy she sure knew how to piss him off.
“You should have had the nerve to tell me about your involvement in Edmund’s death before sleeping with me!”
She slammed a fist against his chest, and he took it. She needed to vent some anger, and it was better she direct it at him rather than someone else. She was hurt, and he understood the pain she was dealing with.
