Where the Snow Falls (Seasons of Betrayal #2)(10)

“Love you.”

Violet’s eyes closed when she felt his thumb press into the hollow of her throat, and she echoed, “Love you, Kaz.”

Maybe closing her eyes had been a mistake because all she felt was his arm circle her waist a second before she was airborne, and then her back was hitting the bed again.

Her eyes flew wide as the breath rushed from her lungs. All she saw was his knees hitting the edge of the bed before he was looming above her. That hand was back on her throat in an instant, and Violet reacted to the rough touch by arching into his hold and widening her legs for him.

“No soft, no easy,” he said.

Violet shook her head, wetting her lips. “No.”

She wished he’d move just a little bit closer, so then maybe if she could at least feel the weight of his body against hers, she could get some relief for the throbbing ache between her thighs.

Something.

Kaz grinned like he knew exactly what she was thinking. “Does it ache?”

“Like you don’t even know.”

“I bet you’re so f*cking wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you.”

“Probably.”

No shame.

“Good,” he said, his gaze raking down her naked, trembling form and only coming to a stop at the small scrap of lace that was her thong. “We’re doing this again, huh?”

Violet pressed her lips together, knowing damn well what he was referring to. “They’re not my—”

She didn’t even finish the sentence—that the panties weren’t one of her favorites as she had always proclaimed—before he let go of her throat, took hold of the flimsy fabric, and f*cking tore it from the top straight down to the middle until he could pull the ruined thong off her. Her skin stung from the roughness, but she couldn’t deny how the bite of pleasure and need followed right behind.

Violet blinked, her air catching hard in her chest. “Jesus.”

Kaz’s index finger stroked slow, lazy circles over Violet’s center, making her shake. “That’s better.”

“You know I’m not really the demanding type, right?”

“Not usually.”

“You can draw this out another time—make me beg just the way you like. But not right now.”

Kaz chuckled deeply. “Fair enough, I suppose. One question, though?”

Violet let out a slow breath when a second finger joined his first; the circles stopped, and he deliberately began stroking her sex from her wet slit straight up to her clit. Unhurried swipes that pressed in just the right spots and made her whine.

“What, Kaz?”

“The last four months—”

Violet grabbed onto Kaz’s wrist, stopping his movement altogether. She found his gaze with her own, holding it steady. She wasn’t sure what he was going to say, or ask, but she wanted to make one thing clear before he even bothered.

“Nobody else, just you,” she told him.

The bit of tension that had stiffened his shoulders left just like that.

“I didn’t think so,” Kaz said, “but I never asked you otherwise, either.”

“I was waiting for you. I don’t—didn’t—want someone else. I still don’t, Kaz.”

She wasn’t all too sure where or what he had been doing the last few days since his release, but she didn’t feel like she had to ask him about women. Not if he had wondered because, to her, that meant he hadn’t even considered anyone else but her anyway.

“Is that it?” Violet asked.

Kaz smiled, flashing his teeth. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“And we’re clear.”

“Like crystal.”

Violet didn’t get the chance to say another thing. Her words stumbled from her tongue in a high moan when his fingers found her slit again and pushed in deep. His thumb flicked up at the same time, pressing firmly into her clit. Violet’s hand tightened around his wrist as he f*cked her like that, watching her every little movement, his grin deepening into something far darker and sexier with each thrust of his digits.

No tricks, she had wanted to tell him.

She just wanted him to f*ck her stupid until she couldn’t think and was somewhere else entirely—somewhere sinful and beautiful with him.

That demand was lost when Kaz curled his fingers on the plunge, and then widened them on the withdrawal. It’d been too long since she had him touching her like this, and she’d almost forgotten what it felt like.

Almost.

Except she couldn’t forget at all, her memories had not done his talents any justice, and her own hand had repeatedly failed to do what his could.

This was perfect—bliss.

So she took his fingers and lost herself to the sounds of his harsh breaths, the flickers of pleasure starting to lick through her veins, and the wetness of her arousal smearing her thighs.

So f*cking good.

“Come for me,” Kaz urged, his tone a husky whisper, “and I’ll really make it good, krasivaya.”

Violet let her fingernails dig into the thin skin of his wrist, knowing damn well he’d feel it. She didn’t want soft, and she didn’t f*cking need easy, so she wanted to make sure he still understood that.

“Make me,” she taunted, breathless.

Kaz sneered. He thrust his fingers a little harder, and his thumb drove into her clit a bit rougher. Another quick curl of his fingers against her G-spot and Violet exploded on the inside, sensations bursting under her heated skin like sparks from live wires.