Page 35 of A Snowed in Valentine's

He instead yanked her bra off her body, tossing it aside. Her panties followed, and she lay on the hard cave floor underneath him.

“Beautiful,” she heard him say. “So beautiful.”

He stooped, covering her mouth with his again, and she let out a sigh as he began trailing a path of kisses all the way down her torso, his hand lingering on her aching breasts. When she felt his fingers on her clit, gently rubbing her, a moan escaped her lips, and his dark eyes gleamed with pleasure.

With his elbow, he set her thighs further apart, taking a moment to admire her body. Daphne took a deep breath, feeling vulnerable but also more turned on. He planted a kiss on her breasts in turn, kneading them in his hands, warm, wet tongue flicking her swollen nipples and sending tendrils of desire coursing through her like an electric current.

“Oh, yes, August.” She let out a deep sigh. “Just like that.”

Oh, if he kept that up, she was definitely going to—

As if sensing her heightened pleasure, he suddenly stopped paying attention to her breasts, leaving her right on the edge. Daphne’s eyes widened in protest, but he merely smirked.

“What was that for?” she asked through gritted teeth.

August didn’t answer. Instead, he lowered his face between her legs, his warm breath caressing her swollen clit. His eyes remained on hers as he stuck out a tongue and tasted her, and she let out a cry, clutching his head to keep him in place as he flicked against her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge once again.

This time, he didn’t stop. Instead, he slid one finger after another into her, stroking her even as he tasted her, and in seconds, her climax hit her.

“August!” she cried as spasms rocked her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she surrendered to the pleasure he gave her. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through her body, and she continued to shudder with her release.

By the time her climax ceased, August had already rid himself of his clothes. He hovered above her, his muscles clenching deliciously. Her gaze landed on his pecs, slowly traveling along his abs, past the v-cut of his waist, until she reached his erection. His arousal was unmistakable. His cock swayed slightly as he lowered himself to her, and she felt him throb against her wet folds.

“I want you inside me.” The words left her mouth before she could stop them. “Now.”

The gleam in his eyes suggested that their thoughts were aligned. He teased her for a moment, rubbing the head of his cock against her entrance until she writhed and surged her hips in an attempt to take him inside her.

With another smirk, he obliged her, filling her with a single stroke.

“Oh, my,” she breathed, her eyes widening at the sudden sensation as she stretched to accommodate him. His own eyes were narrowed, his teeth clenched as if already fighting his release. The thought excited her, and she clenched her inner walls around his cock, eliciting a groan from his lips.

She chuckled, but he silenced her with a deep growl. Suddenly, he began his thrusts, starting with slow, fluid strokes. A series of moans parted her lips with each movement. He swiveled his hips, his dark eyes staring down into hers.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice husky. “You don’t need to tell me. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel how wet you are for me, Daphne.”

His words would be her undoing, she decided, as his strokes dragged another ragged moan from her lips. He picked up the pace, heightening the sensations in her body and bringing her closer to the edge.

Her vision blurring, she continued to stare up at him. August Kane, the witch hunter who had threatened to behead her as a way of saying hello.

August Kane, who had abandoned his mission and core values and protected her at all costs.

August Kane, the man who had stolen her heart without even realizing it.

When her orgasm came, wrenching a guttural cry from her lips, she felt most of her body go limp and was aware only of the tremors and August’s heavy breathing as she squeezed his cock. Within seconds, she felt him shudder against her, and he grunted as he reached his release.

With a final shudder, he collapsed against her, immediately flipping them over so that she was atop him. They lay naked in the moments that followed, reveling in each other’s warmth and the aftermath of the passion they had shared.

She lifted her head, gazing at his face. His eyes met hers, and she saw his lips twitch.

“You have bewitched me,” he said.

The comment choked her with emotion. It was almost impossible to believe that this was the aftermath of her naïve attempt at undoing the problem of Frost Mountain. She couldhave died more than once. She could have dug herself deeper into trouble, both here and on Earth. Instead, here she was, with a wolf shifter who had captured her and captured her heart.

“August?” she said suddenly.

It felt like minutes had passed by the time he responded, “Yes?”

“What I feel is real, too.”

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