Winter's Woman (The Wicked Winters #9) - Scarlett Scott Page 0,61

ready. One of his long fingers was inside her again, probing. He sucked as his finger moved deeper, stretching her. The invasion was delicious. A second finger joined the first, stroking her, readying her. All the while, his tongue danced over her. Making her wild.

She grasped his hair. Two fistfuls, and tugged. “Now, Theo.”

He met her gaze and sucked hard, working his fingers in and out. The pleasure was almost painful. A curious mix. Foreign. She needed more. More him. More everything. And she was perilously close to coming undone again.

Just when she thought she would perish from the endless pleasure he stoked within her, he withdrew his fingers and kissed his way up her body. He lingered on her breasts, sucking and gently biting her nipples as he rubbed the thickness of his rod over her folds.

When the tip of him rubbed over her pearl, she moaned, her hips moving, seeking more. She was wet, so wet, between her thighs, her flesh swollen and throbbing. He kissed to her throat, then her ear. He slid along her folds, settling at her opening.

Yes. This was where she wanted him. Where she needed him.

“Inside me,” she ordered him on a gasp.

“What milady wants, milady gets,” he whispered into her ear, before catching her lobe between his teeth and giving her a gentle bite.

She shivered and trembled, eagerness making her mindless. He licked the hollow behind her ear, finding yet another place she had never known was sensitive. It was as if there were a hidden connection between that place and her sex.

“Oh,” she said on a moan.

Theo kissed her cheek next, then her jaw. He moved. The change was sudden and intense. He was indeed a big man. Every part of him was large. Especially this part. And she was small. His hips pumped, taking him deeper. He was inside her now, stretching her, filling her, and the sensation of it was unlike his fingers, unlike his tongue. It was…beautiful.

He held himself still, allowing her to adjust, his chest pressed to hers. His heart was pounding. She absorbed the beats through her breast. He kissed her slowly, lingeringly, cupping her cheek.

As if she were made of porcelain.

“Darling,” he said against her lips. “Christ, you feel so good. I am afraid I may lose control.”

“I want you to.” She kissed him, locking her arms around his neck as she rocked against him, bringing him deeper.

He thrust again on a groan as his tongue slid wetly into her mouth. She sucked, and he thrust some more.

Pain edged the pleasure. It was new. Strange. Exhilarating. She felt as if she might break apart into a thousand pieces at any moment. And she also felt as if she would never get enough. He moved in and out of her, and she could feel her body reacting to his. She surrounded him, and he sank into her. They were united and joined in a way they had never been before.

“Yes,” she told him, her body moving instinctively along with his.

The tension building within her threatened to explode.

She was burning, awash in sensation. Nothing could have prepared her for this, Theo’s lovemaking. It was him—loving and intense, sweet and delicious. He started moving faster, driving his hips against hers in a steady rhythm. Withdrawing, then sliding inside again. Faster. Harder.

She followed his lead, moving with him. Their lips and tongues mated, their bodies connected. His fingers dipped to the place where they were joined, toying with her pearl once more. The pain receded, replaced by nothing but pleasure, acute and beautiful. She was going to come undone. Lose herself again. There was something about the fullness inside her, of Theo plunging deep, that was almost unbearably pleasurable.

He left her mouth to rain kisses on her throat, chanting her name, thrusting. Everything within tightened, as if drawn into a knot. Bliss exploded inside her, rocking her to her core. It was stronger, better, more powerful. She quaked beneath him, surrendering herself to the undeniable passion.

On a growl, he began moving faster, taking her in a series of quick, hard thrusts that had her clamping on him again, lighting her from within. He stiffened, pinned her to the bed with one last thrust, and then the warmth of his seed flooded her.

He collapsed against her, his weight nearly crushing, his heart beating faster than ever. Her sweet beast, tamed at last. She held him to her, kissing the top of his head, then rubbing her cheek over his thick,