Page 104 of My Sweetest Temptation

I cupped her face in my hands, brushing her soft cheeks with my thumbs. “I need you to stay fucking still,” I demanded, and then I crushed my lips to hers. It was a kiss infused with anger and desire, a kiss that demanded a response. I teased her lips with my tongue, and when she opened her mouth to protest, I plunged into her, tasting her sweetness.

Winter moaned, and it was my undoing. I lost the little control I had left, my hands tangling in her hair as I deepened the kiss. She tasted like candy, and it only fueled my hunger for her. I was fucking starving for this little vixen.

Massaging my tongue with hers and stroking her lips, I thought I was going to blow my load in my pants.

This kiss was fierce and passionate.

Too fucking passionate.

“Why do you have to be so defiant?” I breathed against her lips.

She buried her face in the crook of my neck, letting out a breathless moan, her body pressing against mine.

I wanted to take a step back, but my body had a mind of its own. My desire for her was all-consuming, and it wanted to fuck her senseless until there was an imprint of her body in the mattress.

I wanted—no, needed—her with an intensity that could eventually kill me.

My breath came in ragged gasps as my chest heaved. My eyes locked with hers, and I felt a jolt of desire as her gaze dropped to the tent in my pants. With a slow, deliberate movement, she bucked her hips against me, a sensual grind that had me groaning and aching for more.

“Tell me honestly, angel.” I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “Were you going to let him see what was mine?”

“No.”

The thought of that man seeing her naked sent a flash of possessiveness through me, and it felt like battery acid was burning my skin. I wanted to brand her as mine, to explore every inch of her, and to be the only one who could make her feel this way.

I blew a breath against her neck, relishing the way she shivered in response. Her golden skin, adorned with goosebumps, was a testament to the effect I had on her. I wanted to devour her, but I also wanted to savor this moment.

Reaching to the side of the bed, my fingers wrapped around a cool metal bar, leather cuffs, a whip, and a blindfold. A mischievous smile played on my lips as I leaned back, still straddling her, and produced the items.

A mix of excitement and nervousness flashed across her face. “You want to play, Angel?” I asked.

Her breath quickened as she nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “Yes,” she murmured.

Taking the silk blindfold, I tied it around her eyes, blocking her vision. My fingers traced her jawline, my touch gentle and reassuring. I leaned close, inhaling her scent, and whispered against her lips, “I’m going to punish you.”

“Nico?” she asked with a hint of nervousness. Her sweet voice that sounded like a soft melody made my dick harder than it already was. I was going to blow a load in my fuckin’ pants like a thirteen-year-old.

She tugged at the restraints.

“Relax, Winter,” I whispered, my lips brushing hers.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t tried to kick me in the balls or bite my face off. I took that as my cue to continue. My fingers trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower, eliciting a soft moan from her.

Her tension melted away, and she finally relaxed as I slid down to worship at her feet. Kneeling, I took off her shoes and socks, setting them aside, admiring her delicate feet and the splash of red on her toenails. I wanted to taste her, to suck her toes, but I restrained myself, knowing there would be time for that later. I let my hands dance up her legs, starting at her ankles and moving slowly to her knees, then her thighs. She jolted at my touch, her body sensitive and responsive.

A cute, playful whine escaped her. “It’s ticklish.”

I chuckled at her reaction, my fingers digging into her soft thighs, kneading and eliciting a low, satisfied moan from her lips. Her pleasure was my pleasure, and I watched her intently as my hands continued their exploration, moving up to her hips. I straddled her once more, my body aligning with hers, and felt the heat between us.

I’d never felt this way with anyone else; usually, it was just raw fucking, but with Winter, I wanted to be gentle and to savor her, explore every inch of her, and indulge in this sweet torture.

My hands brushed the sides of her breasts, and she wiggled beneath me, a delightful sensation. The hardness of my desire pressed against her softness, and she moaned again, her body yielding to mine. I ran my fingers up her jaw with a feather, along her earlobe, and down her neck, feeling the delicate bumps on her skin, a canvas I wanted to memorize.

I trailed soft kisses and feather-light caresses down her neck. She shivered and giggled, her body responding to my every touch.

“You like that, my angel?” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. I could feel her nodding as I gently bit her earlobe, licked, and blew softly afterward.

Leaning back, I gazed at her, admiring the view. Her heavy panting filled the room, her need for release evident. I wanted to give her that relief, but my own desire was building, my length straining against my pants. I felt the precum leaking.

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