Where the Snow Falls (Seasons of Betrayal #2)(47)

“But—”

“Open.”

She did, letting him slide his thumb into her mouth once more before he withdrew the digit and ran it across her lips, leaving a trail of wetness.

As slow as his hand had moved one second, it struck blindingly fast the next, fisting into the hair at the nape of her neck and driving her forward, making her back straighten. Kaz flashed her another knowing grin as he slid the crest of his cock against the seam of her parted lips, never quite letting her have more than just the taste of her tongue sliding along the soft flesh of the tip.

“If you think this is torture for you, krasivaya, just imagine how it feels for me,” he told her.

Violet didn’t really have to imagine anything. She could see it in the tension crawling over his muscles, how his gaze flashed with lust, and the way his hand tightened in her hair a little bit more to hide the shake.

Yeah, she knew.

“Just a taste. Get me wet,” Kaz said, a thickness coloring his words, “but don’t make me come just yet.”

Violet barely had time to prepare for his next move before he had let go of the base of his cock with his one hand, pushed at the back of her head with the other, and then grabbed under her throat as he filled her mouth. With his palm flat to her throat, Violet had no choice but to relax the muscles in her throat as his length slid all the way in and then back out again. Her lips tightened around his cock, and her teeth grazed the pulsing vein along the underside of his shaft.

Kaz chuckled, his fingertips drumming on her throat as he f*cked her mouth. “Yeah, shit, I missed this.”

But as quickly as he’d given her a taste, he was pulling away. Withdrawing his cock from her mouth, he released his hold on her throat and hair.

He tipped his chin down at her, saying, “Take it all off—the rest of it. Get it off now.”

Violet felt like it took her fingers way too long to unclasp the hooks on the back of her bra, never mind pulling the lace fabric off her body. By the time she was kicking the matching panties off, Kaz had already shed the remainder of his clothes and was kneeling down on the bed, forcing Violet back on her elbows.

His mouth found hers—hot, demanding, and hard. She sucked in a shuddering breath when his hands spread her thighs. He hooked her legs around his hips, and his cock lined up perfectly to her bare sex. One second he was there, and the next, he flexed forward, taking her fast and deep.

That immediate sensation—being stretched and filled, even as wet and hot as she was—still ached.

Violet only craved more, only asked for more.

Kaz’s fingers threaded into the waves of her blonde hair, fisting tight and then tugging hard enough to make a sting radiate over her scalp as he urged her head back until the muscles in her throat protested with a burn. Another angled, brutal thrust of his hips filled her all over again, and made her cry out. His teeth found the cord on her neck, adding a sharp pain to the bliss currently lighting a fire through her nerves and over her skin.

Her thoughts and wants came tumbling out in a mess of words.

There and f*ck and don’t stop because just a few f*cking days were too f*cking many with this man.

Too. Fucking. Many.

“Louder,” he rumbled against her throat. “Scream a little louder for me, Violet.”

Her hands fisted into the bedsheets, and she met him push for pull, nearly there but just barely hanging on.

And as always, his words took her over that first cliff.

Falling, breathless, and spun.

Mine, Violet and every single inch of you is mine.

Had she ever been anything different?

She couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t been his now.

Violet didn’t have time to crash down completely from the orgasm racing through her blood. She didn’t even have the chance to take a single breath before Kaz let out a harsh breath and pulled away from her again. She only saw a flash of his gray gaze before he spun her around, and her knees hit the bed, her ass high in the air.

His arm linked around her legs, pulling her back until she heard his feet hit the floor almost soundlessly, and her knees rested on the very edge.

“All mine,” he said, repeating his words from earlier.

Violet tried to catch her breath, running a hand through her messy hair so she could look over her shoulder. She caught sight of his hand coming forward a second before it snapped fast and hard along swell of her ass where it met her thigh.

A whine caught in the back of her throat but died before it could escape, and only because the tips of his fingers stroked the same spot he’d smacked.

Tender.

Soft.

Sweet.

And then his other hand struck the other side of her ass, leaving it with a deep ache, too.

“Jesus,” Violet groaned.

“You trust me, don't you?”

Violet only nodded.

She didn’t think he needed words.

Apparently, Kaz disagreed. “Violet.”

His palm landed on her ass again, but that time it fell close enough that the tips of his fingers stroked along the tender, wet slit of her sex. Just as fast, two of his digits sunk in, curling hard and making her scream from the shock of pleasure it caused.

But when his fingers slipped out slowly and trailed a little higher, Violet tensed.

It was a brief flicker of anxiety as Kaz’s fingers stroked the tight hole of her ass with insistent, firm circles. Never pushing in, his fingers only teased.