Beauty In Her Madness (Winterland Tale #3) - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,77

not kissing back, then a growl vibrated up his throat. My spine slammed back into the wall, his physique pushing against mine, his hands raking through my hair as he consumed me.

Hungry. Raw. Desperate. Ferocious.

Like neither of us had any control.

Even if it had been by only one person, I had been kissed a lot, but nothing—I mean nothing—was like this.

His tongue slipped past my lips, and my loud moan echoed into the chilly air. His reaction was urgent, lifting me up, my legs clutching around him. My bare pussy rubbed against his jeans.

“Fuck, Dinah.” His hips pushed into me, fingers digging into my scalp, drawing me to frantic levels. The cold, icy, aloof guy was gone. Frost consumed me as though he were the one possessed.

Fierce. Dirty. Wild.

“Fuck me. Now.” I felt so crazed I no longer cared if anyone walked by or the owner of the house caught us. Not once in my life had I ever felt this out of control…this desperate to feel someone deep inside me.

Fiddling with the button of his jeans, he moaned deeply as my fingers wrapped around him, stroking him.

“Fuck!” he growled. “How do I feel this so much?”

I shoved down his jeans, the tip of him sliding through my folds.

“Oh godddd,” I cried out, trying to adjust so he could thrust into me.

“No,” he groaned.

“What? Why?” Desperation took over.

“Not as him. This douchebag.” Frost snarled, motioning down to Trevor’s body. “When I fuck you, and I will, it’s going to be me, not him.”

He dropped my legs to the ground, but before I could protest, he dove down to his knees, his hands pushing the tiny skirt fully up to my waist. He pushed me against the wall, staring at me, his tongue sliding over his lip. “But I have to taste you now.”

I sucked in sharply as his mouth skated up my inner thigh as he grabbed one of my legs, pulling it over his shoulder. His tongue licked through me, and I dug my nails into the wood of the house. He slipped two fingers inside me, slowly pumping them as his tongue worked my core.

A cry broke from me, my hands going to his head, pulling him close, my hips moving, wanting more.

“Fuck, Dinah, you taste un-fucking-believable. Like the sweetest snow.”

“Are you telling me I taste like a snow cone?”

I felt him chuckle against me, forcing my lids to flutter. “The sweetest treat I’ve ever licked.” He withdrew his fingers from me, his mouth taking over, his tongue going deeper. A strangled noise ripped at my esophagus, and I widened my legs for him.

As if something in him snapped, he seized my hips, holding me in place as he roughly sucked, bit, and licked me like he was starving. His tongue slid even higher, and I gasped. Icy cold licked through my heated folds, stimulating every inch until pain and pleasure again were battling it out, ripping the oxygen from my lungs. He plunged in even deeper, licking back into a spot that quaked my limbs. A string of nonsensical words and cries belted out, my body and mind breaking apart. The brutal sensations claiming me were almost too much, and I wiggled to get away. Frost clamped down harder, holding me in place as he ruthlessly devoured me, my body violently shaking as it burned with an orgasm.

Pleasure I had never felt before shredded what was left of my brain, my body reacting on instinct. I dug my nails into his scalp, my pussy rocking against his mouth so intensely my vision blurred, and my muscles started to shake.

“Frost!” I cried out, feeling my climax rushing for me, spinning my head. I didn’t want this feeling to end, but the need for more pleasure was impossible to fight. He rammed my leg higher, his tongue curling and licking against the walls I had built around me, his thumb rubbing against the bundle of nerves.

I was lost. I was found.

I was nothing. I was everything.

My world exploded. My heavy moans pitched through the void as I convulsed, pleasure rupturing through every cell in my body, feeling I couldn’t get any higher.

Sharp daggered teeth bit down.

I was wrong.

I know I screamed. The sound pierced the air, but I was no longer in my body but hurtling off all planes of reality.

Bliss flushed through me so violently, I couldn’t control myself, flopping around like a fish. Frost held me against the house, my legs giving out, my body jerking with