Where the Snow Falls (Seasons of Betrayal #2)(29)

Her eyes opened, the pupils blown, even as she did as he asked, her hands going to his shoulders, her nails digging in. That pouty bottom lip of hers was red and inviting, and had it not been between those teeth of hers, it would have been between his.

“Kaz,” she whispered his name like a promise even as she moved her hips, dragging her * up and down his cock.

Violet fell into a slow rhythm, one that made his hands tighten on her body. That wasn’t good enough for him. He wanted her mindless—he wanted her f*cking begging him to f*ck her harder.

He knew what she needed better than she even did.

Wrapping his fist in her hair, he tugged her forward until he was just an inch from her mouth. “Are you going to come on my cock, Violet? Is that what you want?”

She couldn’t give him the response he wanted, not when she could barely catch her breath, each one hitching in her throat.

“You come so f*cking easily, don’t you? God, f*ck yourself on my cock.”

Kaz didn’t really need to tell her, not with the way her hips shifted forward, all rhythm lost as she chased an orgasm only he could give her.

Those f*cking moans … the way she lost her breath between pleas—he was about to f*cking explode.

But before he lost himself in the sensation, he splayed a hand over her stomach, dragging it down until he could get his thumb against her clit and rub.

He didn’t make her beg for this one because she was too close to the f*cking edge. When she finally broke apart, his name echoing off the walls, whatever thin thread of control he had left snapped.

Jerking her beneath him, keeping her legs tight around his waist, he shoved his hips forward, and a breath exploded from him as he began to f*ck her harder; the hands he had grasping her thighs squeezed so tight, he knew there would be bruises.

That first shuddering wave of her coming had nearly forced his to the surface, but he had managed to drag it back. But now, as he felt her * clamping tightly around him again, he didn’t fight it. He gave himself over to it, thrusting hard before emptying inside her.

As his senses came back, and he became aware of the droplets of sweat dripping down his back, he felt at ease in a way he hadn’t felt in a while.

Three days to be exact.

Kissing the corner of her mouth, he said, “Once a day from now on, hmm?”

Her answering smile made him chuckle, but when she said, “Twice a day and I’m yours,” it made his cock jerk all over again.





Violet sank a little deeper under the hot, bubbly water. With her eyes closed, the vanilla scented bubble bath soaked into her senses, relaxing her further.

Happiness chased bliss through her bloodstream.

From the side, she heard Kaz chuckle.

Violet didn’t even open her eyes as she asked, “What are you laughing about?”

“You—smiling for no particular reason.”

“I’m smiling because I’m happy.”

“Ah, I see.” His palm curved her jaw, his thumb sweeping her cheekbone. She tilted her head, letting it rest in his hand. “That is a good reason to smile then.”

“I thought so.”

“Are you almost ready to get out?” he asked.

Violet hummed a soft, “No.”

Kaz’s amused chuckles echoed in the bathroom all over again. “You’re going to be a prune, Violet.”

“So?”

Maybe she had been in the bath for a little while.

But maybe Kaz had been encouraging her with the way he kept draining the water and putting more bubbles in when he refilled it.

In a way, it was sort of his fault.

“Krasivaya …”

“Hmm?” she asked, smiling when she felt his thumb stroke closer to the corner of her mouth.

“If you get out now, we can order from that place you like before they close at midnight. Late supper.”

“Not hungry.”

“Liar.”

Violet gave his palm a kiss and then settled her cheek back into his hand. “I’m not, honestly. You should stop worrying about me. I know that’s what you’re doing. Right now, I am happy, Kaz. I am fine. Everything is …”

Great.

Perfect.

Wonderful.

“As it should be,” Violet settled on saying.

When she was with Kaz, everything was always exactly as it should be.

“I won’t deny the worrying,” Kaz murmured, “but, perhaps, I’d like to have you out of the bath, dried, and underneath me again. You did say twice a day, no?”

Violet opened her mouth to respond, but her words failed when she heard the gentle splash of his hand as it dipped below the water and landed right between her thighs. Her air caught hard in her chest when his other hand moved from her cheek to high on her throat, his thumb pressing against her lips.

Her eyes flew wide open as his fingers stroked her under the water, two pressing deep, curling upward in just the right spot while his thumb flicked up to press hard against her sensitive clit.

Slow.

Steady.

Insistent.

Knowingly.

The pad of Kaz’s thumb muffled Violet’s moan as she found him watching her, so interested, always curious. It was almost as if he loved to watch all the sounds fall from her lips. Like it was his favorite thing next to making her scream.