Snow - By Deborah M. Brown Page 0,2

sides, allowing Anais to appreciate the way his heavy muscles moved under his skin, the broad shoulders and narrow waist. The long legs.

He was beautiful.

Sitting on the bed, he let his gaze roam over Anais’s face, then lower. “Take off your dress,” he rasped.

She turned her back to him. “I’ll need you to undo the buttons.”

She heard him draw in a deep breath. He patted the bed beside him. “Sit here.”

Anais sat beside him. His fingers tugged at her buttons. As he freed them, the cool night air brushed against the bared skin of her back. His hand caressed her neck, the fingers warm and sure. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade, and she shivered.

“There,” he said thickly. She pushed the dress down over her arms, then stood to let it fall about her feet. “Turn around,” he commanded.

Anais faced him, letting her gaze roam boldly over his body. Moisture pooled between her legs. By all the gods, but he was beautiful. Long and lean, sharply delineated muscles sliding beneath his smooth pale skin. Between his thighs in a patch of thick dark hair, his erection rose like a column of marble. She traced one throbbing vein with her fingertip, and he gasped. His hand shot out and grasped her wrist in a grip tight enough to bruise. He took her other wrist and drew her down towards him.

His lips touched hers. For the barest second they were soft, gentle. Then his tongue swept into her mouth and it was no longer a kiss. It was a war.

Sometime later, between battles, when Rui lay dozing beside her, Anais took the time to study his sleeping face and to catch her breath. He was insatiable. Even as he spent himself, his flesh remained semi-erect, hardening again in a satisfyingly short time, sometimes even as he still lay sheathed within her. All memory of her husband’s rutting had been erased. To her delight, Anais found herself as insatiable and as fierce in her desires as Rui. She stretched cautiously, feeling the muscles in her thighs pull. There were scratches there, between her legs, a bite mark high on her right thigh, another on her breast. Still, she had left her own marks on the man beside her. She ran her finger across a bite on Rui’s shoulder, and his skin twitched beneath her hand.

He reminded her of a great cat, lying there sleepily next to her. His face with its high cheekbones and pointed chin. The sleek, lithe body that had plundered hers so ruthlessly. There was a faint scar on his chin running from the left corner of his mouth in a diagonal line to disappear beneath his jaw. She traced it softly, and his eyes opened. He studied her with an intent stare that made her both uneasy and hungry for him at the same time.

“How did you get this?” she asked.

He gave a lazy smile. “You don’t really want to know.” He moved closer to Anais, throwing one long leg over her hips, and took her mouth in another bruising kiss. Tumescent once more, his phallus prodded at her belly. Anais bit at his lip, hard enough to draw blood, while his hand plucked at her nipple, squeezing it between his fingers. All night it had been thus, neither one of them willing to cede dominance to the other. Their couplings had been fierce and explosive.

Anais pulled her mouth from his and slid down his body, running her tongue down his smooth chest and ridged belly before closing her lips around the swollen head of his shaft, letting her teeth graze his flesh lightly. His breath hissed between his teeth.

“No biting now,” he warned her, his fingers tangling in her hair. She ran her tongue around the rim of his cock, letting it dip into the opening and tasting him, salty sweet. One hand stroked him firmly whilst the other cupped his balls and gently kneaded them. He flexed against her mouth, and she suckled him harder, feeling him swell even more. She gripped his hips, holding him still as she worked him with her mouth, listening to the harsh exhalation of his breathing. He pulled her head away and pushed Anais onto her back, then covered her with his body, his erection nestled between her thighs.

With his mouth, he suckled fiercely at one breast, his teeth pulling almost painfully at her nipple. He slid his hand between her legs, stroking the damp folds of her sex