Page 71 of Snowman

"You knowwhat, now."

Her lower lip was caught between her teeth as she slid towards me, the soft brush of her knees against mine sending sparks up my spine. Her gaze never wavered from mine as she positioned herself above me.

My hands traced the curve of her hips, fingers lightly skimming over the fabric of her black pants. I couldn't resist sliding my hands beneath the waistband, my fingertips meeting the warmth of her skin on mine. Her breath hitched in response. I pulled the fabric, ripping through it.

The sound causes her to gasp in surprise."Seriously?"

"Seriously," I confirmed, pulling her closer and steadying my hands on her hips once more. Our lips met again in a slower kiss this time, every inch between us was a warm sign, making reality itself seem distant in comparison to us.

A giggle escaped from her as she drew closer still while I undid my pants and stood briefly to slide them down; my cock stood still in the air beneath her.

As I settled back down into the seat once more and took hold of myself, I thrust myself along her inner flesh, her moans filled the space around us until finally, she let herself fully onto me, her head falling back in pleasure.

"That's right, Bree, take it all," I encouraged as she moved against me.

My hands locked her hips and guided her movements; the pace quickened to a point where I was losing control. But it wasn't just about me, I wanted her to feel the same intensity that she brought me.

I shifted our position so that Bree was leaning against the steering wheel, my hand slipping under her shirt to gently knead at her breasts while my other hand traced circles over her clitoris. Her palm hit the window beside her as she teetered on the edge, but I withdrew my touch just in time, driving into her with such force that the honking of the horn echoed our shared pace.

"That's right, Bree, let everyone know you're mine," I chuckled as steam began to fog up the windows. The cold outside was no match for the heat inside. We didn't make love, it was raw and primal sex. She was an addiction I would go to hell for, a temptation I craved completely.

Resuming my attention on her clitoris once more, I sent waves coursing through her until she began to shake from their intensity. She pressed back against me again and moved as her desperate cries filled the car.

"Fuck, fuck," she moaned out breathlessly.

Now it was my turn to take control. Lifting myself to meet each thrust without leaving anything untouched, the tightness of her inner flesh only fueled me further. I grabbed hold of Bree and pulled her closer as I thrust harder into her.

Sweat broke out across my forehead as gritted teeth held back any sounds threatening to escape. I wanted her to reach anotherbrink. When her screams filled the car again and she clung onto the seat belt for support, I gave into my end, filling her.

Her body collapsed onto mine and we stayed like that, unwilling to move just yet. But the desire to have her all to myself again was too strong to resist.

I pulled the seat close enough to reach the pedals and started up the car.

As she laid on me, I realized it wasn't the best circumstance, but I started driving while my cock was still within her. Feeling every inch inside. The ride stretched into an endless ten minutes until we arrived outside the mansion.

"We're home," I whispered.

TWENTY THREE

BREE

The cold air bitat my legs, slipping under the edge of his black sweater that only managed to warm my upper body. My arm still hurt from the fresh wound; I hadn't noticed until now that blood was still dripping down. I turned to look at him. His chestnut hair, icy blue eyes that saw too much, the sharp lines of his face that softened only when he smiled. His beard scratched against my cheek when we were close, I couldn't get enough of it. With him, everything else faded. How could something so real disappear in just a day?

They say love makes you lose yourself, your brain floats up into the clouds, forgetting everything that once seemed so important. Maybe that's true, or maybe I was just caught up in the way he made me feel.People say love weakens you, but I felt stronger than ever.

Mel was okay, Joe and Laura, were gone. I didn't ask why or how. Somehow, it was easier not to know. The silence left space to pretend.

He stepped closer, his arms sliding around me before I could react. He lifted me onto his back, making me yelp in surprise. His hand came down against my bare skin, spanking me.

"Ready, Mrs. Karlsson?" he teased, his voice light.

"Karlsson?" I chuckled. "Did you do something I don't remember?"

His laugh was warm, rolling through the cold as he carried me to the front door, opened it, and set me down. His hands cupped my face, his touch grounding me.

"Not yet," he said with a soft growl.

I wasn't afraid. I wasn't drowning in thoughts of what could go wrong or what had already happened. I just existed, here and now. My mind, usually dark and chaotic, felt quiet. Not empty, but peaceful. I wasn't just fine, I was okay. That alone felt so real.

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