Page 8 of Kristoff

CHAPTER FOUR

Brianna

The thick shaft is stretching my tender skin, filling me, satisfying the ferocious need consuming me. I’m staked against the shower wall, barely able to breathe while the steel bands of his arms hold me in place.

His expression was so determined when he brought me in here. He wasn’t going to touch me. But the last thing I want is a gentleman. My body’s screaming for his. I may have taken complete advantage of his determination. Pushing until I got him to give me what I want, what I need. Now, his brown eyes are half lidded and sexy as hell.

He’s kissing the top of my breast, tasting my skin, coming up to my neck while squeezing my ass cheeks and taking control. Water’s coming down between us. The thin spray hits my skin like hard little spikes, sending goose bumps across my shoulders and chest. I can’t quite separate one thing from another in my head. I’m not even sure I should try.

I bring my hands around to cup his face. The bristles of his beard bite into my palm, thanks to this heightened sensitivity. I run my thumb down his cheek, sliding along his chin. The edge of his lip forms a crease, giving them an appearance of fullness. I want to bite the spot, suck it in, and run my tongue along the edge to see if it’s actually sharp. But Kristoff veers away, stopping at the back of my jaw, biting my earlobe so hard, my pussy tightens around him…so damn hot.

I draw my hand down over his chest to where my breasts are flattened against his hard pecs. The wet muscles under my fingertips are as hard as the wall behind me. The light dusting of hair on his chest fans against the pads of my fingers. I can feel each strand, on my hand, on my chest, against my nipples. Every hill, every valley, every hard angle of his body has me mesmerized.

He pulls out. I’m losing him…losing the part of him that made me feel whole for the first time in forever. Inside, I’m hollow. Like my skin is holding onto nothing. My whimper of need echoes in the stall.

Then he’s back, sliding into me, pressing me to the wall. He does it again. Again. Again. He’s moving in a hard rhythm, kissing me, touching me everywhere my skin is tingling. Closing my eyes, I tighten my hold on him, savoring the waves of emotion he has roiling within me.

His shoulder muscles bunch under my palms. He lets go of my ass, and my eyes pop open. Strong fingers close over my ankle, and he’s peeling my legs from around him. “Noooo,” I plead. I hadn’t realized I wanted this for so long. He’s perfect. The perfect kiss. The perfect cock. The perfect man. I’m not sure if I’ll break into tears or shove him against the wall and take what I can get.

His powerful muscles ripple beneath my fingers. He hooks his arm under my knee, spreading my legs wide. My eyes may roll back into my head.

“Like this,” he instructs in a voice so rough my nipples ache. He moves, fucking me with a long, thick stroke, then stops.

“Oh yessss.” My breath hisses out of my lungs. He’s in deep. The sensitive skin of my inner thighs and pussy are pressed against the heat of his body. My head hits the wall, but there’s no pain, only the pleasure of having him inside me.

His hips are moving against mine. Taking me back to where I was, riding a wave of sensation I didn’t know existed. This must be what he wanted. A way to let me take him and let him move at the same time.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs against my mouth.

You don’t know the half of it. With the way he’s holding me, my clit ends up buried in the thicker hair surrounding his cock every time he fills me. The kick at the end—it’s like he’s teasing me over and over. He’s got my body expecting it, dipping and rolling against him. It’s the most satisfying experience I’ve ever had. And the most reckless. Why? Why haven’t I ever done this before? And where was this beautiful, relentless man? I could have easily missed being here. Then I’d never know…

I can only nod now. Waves of sensation roll through me with every stroke of his thick cock. My lower back is hitting the wall. I’m rocking with him, holding on like we’re riding.

Pressure is building within me, beating at my temples. I’m trembling again, only this time I know every part of me is experiencing it, not just my head. The next stroke starts a tingle at the base of my neck, spreading through me until my muscles are shaking. I’m only standing upright because I’m braced against his hard body.

His breath stutters as my pussy tightens around him. I can barely move from having him fill me so completely. My lips press against the side of his face. My mouth is open, and he’s there, taking the sounds bouncing off his skin. My body’s on fire, exploding to scorch me from the inside out.

He’s clutching my ass, pulling my leg higher as his body bows. He’s grinding against me, sending aftershocks through every nerve ending. Then, like reaching the end of a storm, everything inside me goes wonderfully limp.

“Kristoff.” It’s the only word to leave my lips before I lose every bit of strength.

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Kristoff

The little tigress took everything out of me, lifting a weight I hadn’t realized I was carrying. Somehow I feel free in a way I haven’t in a very long time.

She’s draped across me, on my shoulders, on my arms, behind my hip. And I’m still buried deep inside the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.

Keeping her in place, I turn the handle, tapering off the water to a few drops before stopping. Jiggling a foot, I step out of my wet jeans. I half expected her to wake up, but she doesn’t stir. Gathering her close, I reach for the towel I left drying on the rack this morning. I drape it around her shoulders then wrap her around me before heading to my room. She isknockedout, her arms loose at her sides while her head is lolling against my shoulder. This is good for my ego and worrisome at the same time. There’s no way to know how she’ll react to anything with the drug in her system.

Turning into my room, I kick the door closed and head for the bed. I’m glad Harlan didn’t come up the stairs to find us naked in the hall. It would be bad enough to explain I found a woman hiding in the office. Then add the fact, minutes later, I had her naked in the shower without knowing a thing about her. I understand now, how he was driven to bring Celia home without a single thought for the consequences.

The towel slides, and I turn to let it drop onto the bedspread. Taking care, I set my knee on the mattress and climb on, adjusting to where I can set her down. I bend over her, careful to lay her out so she’ll be comfortable. Setting my hand beside her, I push myself up.

A better man would grab a T-shirt, or a shirt to put on her, or cover her up. Turns out I’m not a better man—just a man. Water is coming off her straight, dark hair to drench the pillow. Reaching behind me for the towel, I fold it and pat her hair, temple, and cheek before I continue with the rest of her. I can’t help but admire her. She really is a beauty with her delicate features, full breasts, perfect rosy nipples, and a narrow waist. I sit back on my knees, with her thighs open around me because of how I carried her.

If she was awake, she may not appreciate how I’m going over her body. Considering what she let me do just now, I don’t think me admiring her would be of much consequence.

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