Page 62 of Blood & Snow
I bite at the swell of one until she gasps and grips my hair.
“Always so rough,” she whispers, but her voice is thick with need.
“You like it.”
I yank at the button of her jeans, undoing them fast.
She lifts her hips to help me drag them down, legs kicking free until she’s lying there in her underwear.
My cock strains against my trousers.
I shove them down one-handed while I keep kissing her hungrily.
When I slip my fingers under her panties, she’s already wet.
I push two inside her and she jerks, eyes squeezing shut as her body arches off the mattress.
“Fuck,” she hisses, clamping a hand over her mouth.
I grab her wrist and pull it away.
“Don’t hide it. I want to hear you.”
Her moan spills out when I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that spot that makes her thighs shake.
She clutches at my arm, nails digging into my skin.
“Say my name,” I growl.
“Xan—” Her voice breaks, breathless.
I work her until she’s shuddering under me, panting hard.
Her thick walls squeeze my digits as I thrust into her and she writhes and moans over and over.
Every pulse of her climax makes my cock harder, and I manage to kick my pants the rest of the way off before I drag my hand out and lick her off my fingers, holding her gaze.
“You taste better than anything I’ve had in this city.”
“God, you’re filthy,” she says, cheeks flushed, but her eyes are dark with want.
“Filthy for you.”
I tear her panties down and push her thighs wide.
My cock slides against her entrance, slick from her orgasm, and I press in, savoring the stretch.
She gasps, her hands clutching my shoulders, pulling me deeper.
She’s tight around me, heat gripping every inch as I sink deeper.
Her nails dig into my shoulders and she gasps my name, trying to catch her breath.
I pull back slowly, then slam forward hard enough to make the headboard knock against the wall.
Her cry fills the room.
“Too much?” I taunt, though I already know her answer.
