Where the Snow Falls (Seasons of Betrayal #2)(30)

Kaz arched a single brow, his lips curving into a smirk as he watched her. Violet’s movements were involuntary—she pushed her hips into his hand with every thrust, making the water slosh around the sides of the tub.

“You’re beautiful when you come, Violet,” he said quietly.

He was, too.

She didn't think he realized it, but he was the most natural at that moment.

She loved it.

“Come on, give it to me, and then I can get you in bed like I want you,” Kaz said.

Violet’s teeth caught her bottom lip as the first sparks of bliss started dancing across her skin. Kaz wasn’t having that, as his thumb pulled her lip free and then swept over the wet, red flesh.

“I might even let you get on your knees again and watch you lick me clean, Violet …”

Another stroke of his fingers, dragging across that spot again and he was making her see stars, his words dark and heady in her ear, and his thumb sinking into her mouth, promising to fill it, too … and she was gone.

Violet felt his hand leave her throat and wind up in the hair that she had piled on the top of her head. Kaz pulled her head to the side as she shook and panted her way through an orgasm that seemed to sweep over her slowly, and he leaned over the side of the tub to kiss her hard.

The cloying sensations weren’t even gone entirely before he was pulling away, his hands leaving her body and her hair. He hit the plug, making the water drain, and reached behind him for the towel he already had waiting there.

Violet would have helped—stood up, dried herself, or something.

Kaz pulled her out of the water without a word, setting her on the edge of the tub with the towel ready. He kissed her again, softer the second time, and his mouth didn’t leave hers as he ran the towel over her trembling form.

She wasn’t cold. That wasn't why she shook.

She was hot as hell, and his tender actions only made it better.

Once Kaz was apparently satisfied that Violet was dry enough, he tossed the towel to the side and scooped her up into his embrace again. For the distance between the master bath and the bed in the attached bedroom, he crossed it quickly.

Violet’s back hit the middle of the bed, and she had just caught sight of Kaz fisting his boxer-briefs and shoving them down before his knees hit the bed and he was moving toward her. His hands met her thighs, spreading her wide enough that her muscles protested, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care when his head dipped down, and his mouth found her sex.

Her thoughts were gone—just like that.

The strike of his tongue.

The nip of his teeth.

The pressure of his fingers digging into her legs.

He teased her right back to the edge of that cliff with his tongue, and then he was pulling her back from it as he lifted his head, shot her a grin, and started kissing a burning path from her pubic bone to the underside of her jaw.

“Next time,” he promised in her ear. “Next time, I’ll make you shake and scream over and over with just my mouth, hmm? Not right now, though.”

Violet’s hands uncurled from the blankets she’d grabbed, one tangling into Kaz’s hair and the other raking down the tattoos on his chest. She loved the way his muscles jumped under her touch, but he never gave a thing away. His expression never changed from that sexy smirk and intense gray stare.

“We’re fine,” she told him.

Violet wasn't even sure why she said it—he hadn’t asked.

She thought that maybe, he needed to hear it. From her.

Again.

Not just that she was fine, regardless of what had happened, or what was yet to come, but that they were perfectly fine.

Still just Violet and Kaz.

“Fine,” he echoed above her.

Violet felt his hand between their bodies as he readjusted his cock to line up with her wet slit. He dropped down to his elbows, his lips ghosting over her chin and jaw just a breath’s worth of time before he grabbed her hip and thrust forward.

Maybe it was their earlier f*cking, and then the orgasm she’d just had, but she felt sensitive to the touch, and it was overwhelming.

It didn’t hurt, but she felt every inch of him as he filled her.

Kaz let out a low curse, his head falling forward to rest against her chest. She could feel it in the muscles of his back—how he strained to keep still for just that brief moment.

Violet didn’t need or want him to be still.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, tugging on the strands of his hair.

Kaz’s grin grew against her skin. “Wait a second, krasivaya.”

She dragged her nails down across his shoulder.

He sucked in a hiss of air.

Apparently, that was all he needed. Violet arched off the bed as Kaz pulled out, and just as fast, he pushed right back in, the force moving them farther up the bed.

His arm wrapped around her back, holding tight. She barely got his name out of her mouth before his teeth found the cord in her neck and bit down hard enough to leave one of his marks behind.

Another one, she knew.

He just kept adding more.

But Violet really didn’t mind.

Every pull came faster, and every stroke came deeper.

Through the haze, she heard him say, “Love you.”

Violet figured the rest really didn’t matter as long as he kept saying those words.

“Love you.”