Page 69 of My Sweetest Temptation

Always smelling like freaking roses.

So sweet and innocent, fucking delectable. I was going to devour her purity and get drunk on her.

When I opened my eyes, she was still staring at me. I didn’t give her time to react when I removed the tie from her hair, letting her waves flow naturally. “Much better,” I teased.

Then my hands glided down the curves of her body. I stopped at her hips, keeping her in place as I turned her to face me. I ran my fingers in her hair and yanked her head back, and she yelped in surprise. Her dainty hands wrapped around my wrists like she was hanging on for dear life, begging me to set her free. Or maybe not to let go.

I leaned in until my mouth hovered over her lips and said, “I’m going to fuck the defiance out of you.” My voice was rough, and my dick was like a steel rod.

Her eyes widened, and a quick intake of breath escaped her lips.

Without a second thought, I crashed my mouth down on hers. When she opened for me, I shoved my tongue down her throat, lapping up every taste because one kiss wasn’t going to be enough.

The beast in me roared with glee when she moaned into my mouth and wrapped her hands around my neck. My hands moved down her back and hips until they hit her ass. I lifted her and ground my hard cock against her core.

My heart pounded against my ribcage like a wild animal. She had an innocence wrapped in an undeniable allure, and tonight, she was more captivating than ever.

“Nico,” Winter breathed. I reluctantly pulled back and found her eyes gazing up at me, filled with desire and trust.

I leaned closer. “You drive me fucking crazy. I can’t help but feel… drawn to you like a fucking drug addict, and you’re the fix I can’t quit,” I confessed. My fingers traced the curve of her jaw, and she leaned into my touch, urging me to come closer.

“What…” She hesitated, as if unsure of what to say, before continuing. “What are you doing?”

“Whatever I want,” I told her.

Then, as if struck by lightning, I closed the distance, capturing her mouth with mine. The kiss was a collision of souls, pouring out all the unspoken words that had built between us. In response, her hands wove into my hair, pulling me deeper. Our kiss was frantic, hungry, and rough. There was nothing sweet about it. It was filled with passion and anger.

I deepened the kiss, tilting my head, wanting more and savoring the taste of her.

As the kiss raged on, I slipped my arms around her waist, drawing her closer. The world outside faded into a distant memory, and all that mattered was Winter—the way she made me feel, the way she responded to each stroke of my fingers. Her body arched against mine as if begging for something more.

“Fuck, Winter,” I moaned into her mouth. The velvet softness of her skin beneath my hands, the warmth radiating from her body—it was intoxicating.

When she started to grind her hips against mine, all bets were off. My control snapped, and with one arm holding her, I pulled her pants off.

“What are you doing?” Winter gasped.

“I’m not going to fuck you—not yet,” I told her with a smirk. “I want to touch you. Let me touch you, Winter.”

When she spread her legs open, I dove in without giving her time to adjust to the intrusion.

“Oh, God!” she moaned while I worked her pussy with two fingers.

She was so fucking tight.

“Fuck, you’re soaking, baby.” I kissed her again while thrusting my fingers inside her. “I’ve never been this fucking turned on. Fuck. What are you doing to me?”

“What am I doing?” she stammered, trying to catch her breath.

“So innocent,” I growled and buried my face between her breasts. I set her back onto the counter with my arms on both sides, keeping her in place, watching her chest heave.

She peered up at me and grabbed my face as she forcefully stuck her tongue in my mouth. I moaned against her lips and wrapped my hands around her back, pulling her closer to me.

“I wanna taste you,” I mumbled in her mouth.

She placed her hands on my chest and pushed me away.

“What do you mean, taste me?” she asked nervously.

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