Page 18 of A Heart of Winter
My arms went lax where I’d been trying to strip him, head falling back against the pillow, and I couldn’t think of anything but the wet heat and suction around my dick, working me mercilessly.
Until one spit-slicked finger slid inside me, making me buck up into his mouth, my cock pushing into his throat. I looked up, worried, to make sure he was okay, and he was watching me with those deep brown eyes, expression somehow both hungry and amused.
He’d intended me to lose control, and to prove the point, he pressed down even harder, giving me a slow suck as he pushed the finger deeper inside.
As he pulled off my cock to catch his breath, he added another finger. “Can I fuck you? Oh hell, I’ve wanted to be inside you since the second I saw you, all bundled up against the cold and looking at me like you wanted to eat me whole.”
“Please,” I agreed, trying to keep the whine out of my voice and failing utterly. “Need you. Need your cock. Wanted you inside me since then. You were so beautiful.”
His smile was the usual beacon of happiness, but somehow, at the same time, as predatory as a stalking panther. His eyes darker, expression sharper than ever before as he finished stripping us both and pulled condom and lube packets off the nightstand.
He fingerfucked me as he added the lube to the mix, the slick, obscene sound his fingers made driving me higher and higher as he pressed a third inside me.
Then suddenly, his hand was gone, replaced by the head of his cock, and it was so much more than the fingers. He watched me, dark eyes assessing as he pressed into me, and we gasped for breath almost in sync.
I wrapped my legs around his hips as he bottomed out, his cock fully sheathed inside me, and pulled him toward me as tight as I could. He groaned, reaching up and running his fingers along my scalp, tugging lightly on my long hair before pulling back and slamming home again.
I saw stars, and it was all I could do to follow along as he thrust into me, chasing his body with my own, my hips stuttering after his with each push and pull.
“K-kai,” I managed to get out, but my brain wouldn’t form other words in the onslaught.
Apparently, he didn’t have the same problem. “So beautiful,” he muttered in my ear. “Every inch of you. Knew I had to have you right away. Going to keep you, too.”
I moaned and shoved my ass up harder against his next thrust. I couldn’t form words to respond, but wanted him to have my whole-hearted approval for every word coming out of his mouth, so I nodded wildly, almost missing his lips when he leaned in to kiss me.
“Going to convince you to come to San Diego. Just the kind of man I’ve always wanted. A partner.” He kissed me again, then pulled back a bit, wonder in his eyes. “A witch. Mage? Is it different?”
“Don’t”—I gasped, struggling to find words while he continued to screw me and tried to fuckingtalkat the same time—“don’t know. Trained by a witch.”
“A witch.”
He ran his hands down my arms, taking my hands in his and holding me there against the mattress with his whole body and slamming into me again and again, my straining cock trapped between our bellies as he fucked the breath out of me.
The wind howled outside, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about snow or magic or the weather in that moment. My universe had focused down to the pinprick microcosm of Kaifucking me on his childhood bed, his hips pistoning like a well-oiled machine, the friction?—
I would forever deny the whine that burst out of me as liquid silver coursed through my body, howling like the wind outside and leaving me shaking with pleasure and need and a demand for more. My cock jerked between us, coating both our bellies with spunk, and my whole body convulsed, my ass clamping down on his perfect cock.
He thrust again, then once more, finally stilling above me, a groan spilling from him as his whole body tensed, his eyes squeezed tight shut and luscious lips hanging open as he came. In that moment, I wished there was no condom between us.
That was going to have to happen, and soon.
I needed more of Kai Mori. All of him he was willing to give me, this perfect, gorgeous, kind, completely open-minded man.
The Ides
We eventually managed to drag ourselves out of Kai’s bed, get his suitcases into his truck, and drive the few miles to the cabin. The snow had gotten worse in the meantime, but it wasn’t enough to keep us from driving.
At least, it wasn’t enough to keep Kai from driving. I might have second-guessed driving in that weather, but I was from New York. I didn’t even own a car—I’d only rented one for this trip. Clearly, Morwenna had been right about excess snow not meaning much to people in Minnesota, because he didn’t seem to think much of tossing his bags in the backseat of the truck with the blankets I’d bought and heading out.
I must have looked dubious or concerned, because he reached out and grabbed my chin, turning my face toward him. “Hey, this is nothing. I’ve driven in much worse. And it’ll be good to have your cabin bed, or that couch. That twin in my room is terrible, and as much as I want you in every position and place, I absolutely cannot fuck you on my parents’ bed.”
I had to hold back a snicker at the thought. I’d never faced the idea, but it was fair enough. The notion of returning to the cabin where I grew up and having sex in the bed of the witch who’d raised me was . . . no thanks.
We got to the cabin with no issues, but once we got there, one popped up: the fire had gone out. The whole cabin was once again freezing.
My instinct said to restart it with my magic, but when I reached inside myself, all I could find was a frozen waste. I could make it snow. I could freeze the world, maybe the whole world, literally.
But fire? That wasn’t happening.
