Page 28 of A Snowed in Valentine's

He pulled her closer, easing her onto his lap, his arousal nestling against that warm spot between her thighs. As his fingers traveled along her body, caressing her surprisingly smooth skin, she arched against him, letting out a sigh that voiced their mutual arousal. Her fingers slid through his hair, traveling south, and she tugged at his shirt until her hands found his skin and dragged them along the contours of his broad back.

The taste of her lips, the feeling of her body squashed against him, and the way she touched him only increased his arousal, and he felt himself throbbing against her. The slight gasp she let out informed him that she was aware of his erection. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers clawing at his skin. When he broke the kiss, touching his lips to her exposed back, she arched against him again, grinding against his pulsating cock through his trousers.

It was paradise.

Daphne gasped as August grabbed her hips, settling her gently on her back. She stared back at him, wide-eyed, chest heaving. The fireplace crackled with the wood burning, but the heat from it was little compared to what was flowing between their bodies. In a flash, his mouth was back on hers. He kissed her hard and fiercely, one hand reaching between them to pull up the hem ofher sweater, and she drew a sharp breath as he slipped a finger through the front of her bra.

He tugged it down, freeing her breasts, and broke the kiss just in time to see her nipples harden. Whether it was because of the weather or the passion burning between them, he remained unsure. He pulled away from her, taking in the sight of her body. Her breasts were luscious, the distended tips aglow in the firelight.

“You…” he started. “You look…amazing. You’re beautiful.”

Color rose in her cheeks. Before she could respond, he stooped to take one nipple into his mouth. He felt a tremor fill her body, and a soft cry escaped her throat. The sound did little but fuel his already raging arousal. He covered her breast with his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple, determined to fill her with pleasure and warmth, the only two things that mattered now. She gasped and raked her fingers through his hair, clutching him to her.

“August…”

He must have completely lost his mind. A month or two ago, the idea of being so close to a witch would have made him taste bile and driven him into a murderous rage. Attempting to make love to one was the last thing that he, a witch hunter, should be considering. It was wrong. It was unseemly. But right now, August didn’t care about what was wrong or otherwise. Daphne seemed to fill his senses until her presence was all that he could perceive.

Perhaps shehadbewitched him and somehow caused his body to surge with desire instead of rage at the sight of her. This uncanny attraction he felt toward her couldn’t possibly be anything short of magical. But August was beyond caring. He wanted this woman, and right now, nothing was going to stop him from exploring her body and the extent of their pleasure.

His erection continued pulsating in his trousers, and he yearned to let it spring free, but he remained focused on the woman underneath him. He lifted her sweater over her head, baring her torso completely to him, and stared at her for a moment in silent adoration before lowering his lips to that spot on her neck, just above her collarbone. It was the same spot he had struck her with his blade the day they met. He could feel her pulse against his lips, as rapid as his own. She froze at the kiss, her eyes widening slightly, and August suspected she was thinking the same thing.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her neck.

Before she could form a reply, he crushed her mouth with his again, sliding his hand over a breast and kneading it gently. She was responsive, sighing into the kiss and arching her body against his palm.

The thought of slipping his fingers into her trousers occurred to him then, and his excitement doubled. His lips still on hers, he let his other hand travel down her body, past the waistband of her trousers, and into her panties. Daphne gasped, then moaned as his fingers traveled along her cleft. She was already wet, even more so than the last time. His heartbeat quickened like a rapid countdown to the climax he so desperately wished to give her.

Just how ready she was for him, he would find out. His fingers brushed over her clit, eliciting another moan, and for a few electric moments, he continued to massage that swollen part of her before gliding past it and slipping a finger and then another into her.

“Oh…August!” She broke the kiss, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Surging with anticipation, he pulled her trousers and panties down, taking a moment to trail his lips along her delicate, sensuous legs before bringing his mouth to the sweet spot he craved so desperately. Her response was immediate. She let outa sharp cry, clutching his head and grinding her hips against him as he continued to pleasure her clit.

“Oh…yes,” she sighed, her voice a mix of respite and desire. “Yes, August…oh!”

He had just slipped his fingers into her again, the sounds of her pleasure motivating him to go even further. He stroked her as he tasted her, savoring the way she trembled and gasped and clutched at him. When her orgasm came, it was with a sharp cry, and she ground her hips against his face as the spasms filled her body. August continued to pleasure her and was only satisfied when she came again, her cries nearly rising above the howling of the wind outside.

He resurfaced, stretching his body over hers and admiring her naked form. Beneath him, her breasts heaved gently. Her legs remained parted invitingly, and his erection throbbed almost painfully in his trousers. He brought his gaze to her face, taking in her beautiful features. She stared back at him, and he felt another throb, not in his groin this time but in his ribcage.

Slowly, she nodded.

Trembling with anticipation, he eased himself out of his clothing, tugging first his shirt and then his trousers off. His erection sprang free, pulsating as though it had a mind of its own. She gasped at the sight of it, and for a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. He glanced at her in question, and she nodded again.

He nudged her legs further apart with his knees, positioning himself at her entrance, and drove his cock home. They gasped in unison, staring wide-eyed at each other just before he began to move. She was deliciously warm, clenching around him, and as he started to pump, his pace slow and gentle at first, she grabbed his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin. Whatever pain he felt from her firm grip was nothing compared to the pleasure of being inside her, buried to the hilt.

“Daphne,” he sighed, staring through a haze of desire at her lovely face. “This is…perfect. You are…”

He quickened his thrusts, and her cries rose significantly, her arms tightening around his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around him, and they were soon both locked in a steady, tantalizing rhythm of pleasure.

When her climax hit her this time, it was with a scream. August covered her mouth with his to muffle the sound as she contracted around him, wracked with the sensations that he had so willingly given her. He continued his thrusts, and soon, a deep grunt escaped him as her ecstasy set off his shuddering release.

And then, for a moment, everything was silent. He couldn’t hear the sound of their synchronized panting, the crackle of the flames, or the howling wind outside. He stretched out next to her, and she draped one leg over his body, her head resting on his chest, just above his decelerating heartbeat. They remained that way for what felt like minutes, and finally, she spoke.

“Thank you,” he heard her whisper.

Why she was thanking him, he didn’t get to find out. Because a moment later, she was asleep.

Chapter Twelve

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