Page 98 of Blood & Snow
His answering growl vibrates against my throat.
“That’s right. You were made for me.”
Two fingers slide inside, curling deep, finding the spot that makes me arch off the wall.
The shower pelts down, but I barely feel it—only the relentless thrust of his fingers, the steady pressure of his thumb.
I come undone far too quickly, my inner walls gripping and spasming around his fingers as white heat tears through me.
My raw cry ricochets off the glass walls, but he doesn’t relent.
He keeps driving into me with steady, merciless thrusts of his hand, stroking that tender spot until sparksexplode behind my eyes.
My thighs quake uncontrollably, muscles seizing as if they can’t decide whether to clamp him in or push him out.
My hips jerk helplessly, grinding down into his palm for more, until I’m reduced to shaking whimpers and clinging to his soaked shirt just to keep from collapsing completely.
He leans close, water dripping from his hair into my face, his breath hot at my ear.
His voice drops low, steady, meant to anchor me.
“Breathe. Feel me holding you."
He kisses the corner of my mouth, coaxing rather than commanding, urging me out of my desperation.
Before I can breathe, he’s stripping out of soaked jeans, dragging them down with a curse.
His cock springs free, flushed at the tip.
He fists it once, eyes locking on mine.
“I’ll take care of you,Ptichka. I’ll hold you through all of it, and I won’t let you go until you know you’re safe with me.”
I nod, words lost as he lifts me, spreading my thighs around his hips.
The head of his cock nudges at me, sliding slowly through slick folds until I’m trembling with the ache of it.
He eases forward carefully, inch by inch, keeping his gaze on my face as though to make sure I stay with him.
The stretch is deep, filling, but his steady pace lets my body open around him instead of breaking apart.
His hand cups the back of my neck, thumb brushing my skin in reassurance as he presses fully inside.
“Xander—”
He swallows my cry with his mouth, grinding deeper until I feel stretched, filled, split apart.
My nails dig into his back as he sets a relentless rhythm, pressing me against the shower wall.
Every thrust punches a sob from my chest, but his lips catch them, turning pain into heat.
“Look at me, little bird” he whispers between kisses, hisvoice rough with need but steady enough to ground me.
“Let go for me. Hold on to me and nothing else. Right here, right now—it’s only us.”
I cry out as another orgasm builds slowly then overwhelms me, rippling through every nerve until my body shudders around him.
My inner muscles tighten and release in waves, pulsing around his length while heat floods me.
