Page 98 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
He reached out a hand, gripped the corner of the sheet, and ripped it off of her. She watched his eyes dip.
“You’re naked.”
“You promised to come.”
He bent over the bed and his mouth covered hers. She moaned low in her throat, but his mouth swallowed the noise. He growled down at her, the sound vibrating through her and sending pleasant sensations down to her groin.
He smelled of sweat and horse, and she wasn’t sure she could ever get enough. She softened against him as he leaned further onto the bed, covering her with his body.
His tongue licked the crease of her lips, asking for entrance, and she popped her mouth open. Mathar delved into her mouth, exploring and claiming. Their tongues danced together in playful banter.
Her heart thundered away in her chest, filling her ears.
Mathar laid down next to her, never breaking their kiss. One of his arms worked its way under her head, and his other hand trailed down between her breasts, over her stomach, and down into her patch of curls. Then his hand dipped between her thighs and knocked them apart.
Adorra arched her back knowing exactly where his hand was headed.
His finger dipped between her lips, spreading them. Then he found her nub easily. His finger pad circled, tight and fast. She sighed into his mouth as her cheeks heated with desire.
He broke away from their kiss and gazed down at her. There was a flicker in those dark eyes… a flicker of love. But maybe she was being too hopeful.
His finger dipped down to her entrance.
“You’re so wet.” His eyelids slid closed as he swirled his finger among her juices. “I love how your body responds to me.”
Then his finger slid back up to her nub and circled it with her moisture. His finger teased her, driving her insane, and her body bucked next to him, wanting more, needing more.
“I want you inside me.” She panted as her eyes slid closed and her back arched.
His finger dipped lower until it entered her sheath, and her hips bucked, driving his finger deeper.
“More.” She panted.
A second finger joined the first, and the friction in her sheath had her moaning. Pleasure rolled through her, rocking her to the core.
“I’m going to possess you, Adorra.”
Her heart warmed at the dark promise.
“Now come for me, Adorra.”
And she did. She shattered in his arms, her body quaking around his finger, trying to draw it deeper as lights exploded behind her closed eyelids.
Mathar was doing his best to restrain himself and take things slow, but her moaning and thrusting of her hips were driving him insane. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her and let her hot sheath welcome his length.
She quivered around his fingers, and he thrust them to the hilt. She rotated her hips and thrust herself down onto his pumping fingers. This woman before him had to be a dream, yet here she was, and he could feel her coming around his fingers. She had to be real… just a gift from the gods.
Her moans grew wild, and he leaned down and captured her moans with his mouth. They stirred his cock and made him wish it was his cock inside her instead of his fingers. Her back arched again, brushing one of her nipples up against his chest.
Mathar sucked in a breath as the taut tip prodded him, teasing him.
Her quaking ceased, and her eyes opened.
“So responsive.”
She tossed him a saucy grin as her hand trailed down his chest, traced a scar that’d been on his body for years by a stray sword strike, and then down to his hard length. Her small hand squeezed around him until a bead of seed formed on the tip.
Then she slid down the bed and placed a tender kiss to his cock.
