Page 60 of Ice Cold Christmas
Never.
Her long lashes lifted so that her incredible green eyes were on him. “Then what are you waiting for?”
His control shredded. He sank into the hot, tight paradise that was Melody, his Melody, and there was no holding back. No stopping. He pounded deep and hard into her even as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hips arched up against him. She met him, wild, heaving thrust for thrust. Her breasts bounced. Her lips parted. Her eyes never left his.
He sank into her. Withdrew. Drove into her as far as he could go.
Her moans urged him on.
Her hands gripped the bedding. Twisted. Knotted.
His fingers slid between her legs. Rubbed her clit even as he pounded and pounded into her.
She came again for him. Pleasure swept into her bright gaze, and she gasped out his name as her body heaved and shook, and he was hauling her off the bed. Up against him. Her legs locked tightly around him. Her hands flew out to curl around his shoulders. He lifted her up and down. He turned, pinned her to the wall, and drove into her even as her inner muscles contracted greedily around him.
Her mouth went to his throat. She licked. She sucked. She bit…
Fuck me, she bit in just the spot she knows I like. In just the way I like.
Melody. His Melody.
Her nails raked over him.
He exploded within her.
Drums were pounding. A thunderous echo.
Wait. Not drums.
Her heartbeat. Pounding and pounding and seeming to echo in her ears. She was trapped between the hard wall and Victor’s equally hard body. Her legs were curled tightly around his waist, and he’d just come inside of her.
Fair, she’d come at least twice for him.
She pressed a kiss to his neck.
He growled.
Her fingers fluttered over his broad shoulders. At the end, Melody was sure her short nails had been digging into his shoulders. Maybe his back, too. And potentially his ass. Now, though, they fluttered nervously, uncertainly.
Holy crap. I just had sex with Victor Alexander.
And she’d loved every second of it.
“Two things.” Her voice came out extra husky. She cleared her throat. “One, I was literally on top of a perfectly good bed before you moved me.”
He was getting bigger inside of her. She could feel the swelling. Already? Talk about impressive. Testing, she squeezed her inner muscles around him.
He growled again, a deeper, even rougher sound than before. A sound that she liked. Call her primitive, but his growls turned her on. Actually, almost everything about him turned her on.
He pulled back, almost taking his cock out of her, leaving just the broad head and?—
He sank into her again.
She sucked in a breath. “Do that again.” Because it had felt so, so good. Sending off aftershocks of pleasure.
He did it again. Only his dick was bigger, harder, and it felt even better.
Her legs tightened around him. “Again.”
