Page 99 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“Let me pleasure you.” She purred, her hazel eyes darkened by her desire.
He wasn’t about to argue with her.
Her tongue flicked out and circled the crown of his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as a groan slipped out of his mouth. With a moan, Adorra sucked his cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep.
“Gods, woman.”
He fisted his hands by his side. He felt her other hand fondled his balls, as her other hand and her mouth pumped his length. If she kept this up, he wasn’t going to last long. Cracking open his eyes, he watched her head bob up and down on his cock, riding it with her mouth. Then she broke away, her tongue flicked out of her mouth, and she licked the crease of his cock.
His back arched, his hips thrust, and she opened her mouth, taking him back inside herself. He could feel her tongue licking the underside of his cock as she continued to take him, nearly deep enough to bump into the back of her throat.
One of his hands worked its way into her full head of hair as he gripped a handful of her silky strands.
“I’m going to come.” He warned her.
“Mmm.” Adorra murmured against his cock.
If she wanted to take him in her mouth, then it was fine with him. His eyes slid closed, and he let the pressure wash through him until he jerked against her mouth, spewing his seed down her throat.
Once he finished, he opened his eyes to find Adorra smiling up at him, and his heart hitched in his chest. He reached down, grabbed her arms and yanked her up until she was laying in his arms. He stroked one of his hands down her hair.
She wrapped an arm around his side and slowly traced a finger over the mass of scarred flesh on his back. “Jasmine told me.”
He didn’t need to ask about what. “Edmund wasn’t the first man I’ve killed, and I can’t promise he will be the last.”
“I understand why you killed your father. I can only imagine.”
“I’m glad you’ve never suffered like that.” He placed a kiss to her forehead. “I only wish I could have done more for my mother.”
She raised a hand to his face and stroked a thumb over his cheek and the stumble that was growing. Turning his head, he kissed her thumb.
“Do you want a family?”
Mathar paused, not sure what he thought on the subject. “I’m not sure I would make any child a fair parent.”
Adorra leaned back as her eyes studied him. “And I think you aren’t giving yourself the benefit of the doubt. You are a great man, Mathar, you really are.”
He sighed. “After everything I went through, I wouldn’t make anyone a good father.”
“You aren’t like your own father. He took your mother, don’t let him take your future from you as well.”
He smiled as he gazed down at her. Perhaps she was right. If he let his father take any future family from him, then his father would have won. It was time for him to take a chance, and he knew exactly who it was that he wanted to take this chance with.
“How has no one seen him?” Adorra grumped as she glanced around the great hall.
Her sister shrugged beside her at the table. “He came to Dryden and me and said there was something he needed to take care of, but that he would be back.”
“Where did he go? It’s been nearly a week.” After their heartwarming night together, she’d seen a spark of interest in his eyes at her words. She knew she hadn’t come out and said it, but she’d been hoping he might offer her a place in that cabin he was building.
“Trust me.” Jasmine placed a hand over hers. “He should be back today.”
Adorra’s eyes narrowed on her sister. “What do you know, Jasmine?”
Her sister blinked at her innocently. “You’ll find out.”
She frowned, but she knew no matter how much she badgered Jasmine, her sister wasn’t about to give up. She had a secret, and for some reason, she was holding it firmly to her chest.
“Well, I suppose now is the perfect time to think about when I should be leaving.”
