Where the Snow Falls (Seasons of Betrayal #2)(11)

It was enough to silence the world around her for just that brief moment. With the relief of the orgasm came a whole slew of emotions as four months just caught right back up to her in a single blink.

Jesus.

“Kaz.”

His name came clawing out of her throat—harsh, high, and broken.

She wasn't sure what did it for him—what made him snap. Her coming or her screaming out his name. But the cloying sensations of the orgasm weren’t even gone from her bloodstream before he was flipping her over and forcing her to her knees. Blinded by the waves of her hair for a moment, Violet could only take in breath after shuddering breath of air as his hands raked down her sensitive skin.

Along her sides, back up her spine, then down again, and over the swell of her ass. When his one palm left her backside, she took the chance to inhale, knowing what was coming next.

The first swat made her sigh.

The second, placed a little lower, made her fingers curl hard into the sheets.

The third, landing close enough to her * that the tips of his fingers grazed her sex, had her moaning again.

They hadn’t been sweet or playful.

Her ass stung, and she felt the heat of the slaps traveling straight to the spot between her thighs. Kaz hummed under his breath, appreciative and sinful.

“That’s a nice color, Violet,” he said behind her.

Christ.

Why was her throat so dry?

She couldn’t make words form.

Behind her, he moved on the bed, and she peered over her shoulder, making her hair fall out of the way so she could see again. Kaz kicked off his boxer-briefs before he reached out and grasped her inner thigh, squeezing tight and letting his fingers dig in deep enough to hurt.

“Wider,” he demanded, his hand sliding up from her thigh to her sex again. Violet complied with his command, feeling him move in behind her again. The hard, thick line of his erection pressing into her backside had her stomach clenching with need again. “And we can’t have this, either, Violet.”

“What?”

His hands found hers clenching the sheets. He carefully unfurled her fingers before bringing her hands up and putting them on the small headboard. It was only a foot higher than the bed itself and covered in soft, cool leather.

“I am going to scratch that all to hell,” Violet told him. “It’ll ruin it.”

Kaz just laughed. “Someone has to do it. Better it be you than to notice after it’s already been done by someone else, no?”

“That’s awful.”

“Maybe so.” Kaz’s hand landed on the other side of her ass with a fast, hard swat, making her yelp at the surprise slap. “Don’t let go, though.”

Fuck.

Violet opened her mouth to give him another smart-ass reply, but he leaned over her and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Tugging her head back until the muscles in her neck strained, he watched as she bared her teeth with a hiss right on the tip of her tongue. A sting radiated over her scalp, and it was only intensified when Kaz gave a more playful tug on her hair, chuckling.

“You know I love your mouth, yes?” he asked.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

“Then make sure you put it to good use for the next … while.”

“A while?” she dared to ask.

Kaz shifted behind her again, and she felt the head of his cock slide against the sliver of her *. She focused on that sensation, knowing he was just a flex of his hips away from what she wanted the most—what she had been waiting months for.

“It’s a two and half hour flight. And I’ve got shit to work through.”

Violet swallowed audibly but couldn’t hide the shiver crawling down her spine. “I missed you, Kaz.”

She didn’t have to look back to know he was wearing a smug-as-f*ck grin when he said, “I knew you did.”

Violet didn’t get the chance to prepare for the next moment when his hips flexed forward; his cock stretched her open, and he was filling her full with one hard, deep thrust. She focused on his voice, the hand pulling her hair taut, and that sting keeping her eyes wide and her teeth clenched.

A whole new ache started.

Shit, she’d forgotten—or just not realized—his size and girth. Usually, he would have given her some time to adjust or taken her a little slower. Instead, he’d entered her with no warning, and a whine ripped its way past her teeth.

“Not soft, not easy,” he said behind her, his voice thick and hot in her ear.

Violet let out a shaky mumble and shook her head. He was pulling out from her body with his next move and thrusting back in instantly. Hard enough to force her forward on the bed and make her grasp the headboard more firmly.

That initial ache was gone, and with every slide and pull of his body against hers, her nerves snapped and screamed. Every single part of her could feel him somewhere.

What started out as soft cries and jittery breaths quickly turned into deep moans and pants when he started a fast rhythm, keeping her neck taut and her ass high. Violet pushed back to meet his every thrust, wanting him deeper and needing that slight bite of pain that came with sex when it had been too long.

“Fuck,” Kaz muttered, “I wish you could see this, Violet. See what I see.”

Hearing him was enough.

Feeling him, too.

She still couldn’t help but peer back over her shoulder, only to find his gaze fixed on the spot where their bodies met. She felt his hand palm her ass roughly, and his thumb slide along the swell as he grabbed tight and stretched her open a little more.