Where the Snow Falls (Seasons of Betrayal #2)(48)

“I need words for this, krasivaya.”

Violet’s initial hesitance slipped away at the sensations beginning to crawl up and down her spine. Deep and burrowing, it twisted hot and heavy in the pit of her stomach, and she pushed back against his hand.

“Yeah, Kaz.”

The first finger was easy—tight and new—but good. His dark whispers fell across her back as he worked that one finger deep into Violet’s ass until that feeling intensified and she asked for more.

More.

It felt like that was becoming a mantra of sorts.

But he gave her what she wanted, adding a second finger to the tightening ring of muscles. It burned with a sting, and it ached like nothing she’d ever felt before. But as fast as those flickers of pain had come, they were fleeting, leaving behind a different kind of ache.

New.

So good.

Kaz stilled his movements for only a second, but Violet was far too immersed in feeling to really pay attention to what he was even doing behind her. It was only when she felt the cool drip of something slick slide along his fingers buried deep in her ass did she realize what he had reached for in the nightstand.

“Breathe, yeah?” he said quietly. “Don’t tense up too much—trust me and feel.”

The last two things he demanded were easy enough.

The others?

Not so much.

The cool sensation of the lube helped the sting for the brief moment when Kaz withdrew his fingers. She almost expected him to be right back, but he was reaching for the nightstand again, and Violet did look that time, only to find he’d grabbed a condom.

His hand swept over her backside once, then twice, and it settled reassuringly along the swell of her ass before his fingers dug in deep.

That one shock of pain—something she hadn’t been expecting in his light touch—distracted her for just a passing second, and then she felt the head of his cock pressing into the tight hole of her ass. Still a bit tender from his fingers stretching her open, Violet sucked in a breath, holding it and tensing, waiting for that pain.

It was inevitable.

Even if for a short while …

She knew it would come.

Kaz’s fingers dug in again, his other hand tangled in the waves of her hair, and he tugged her head back. Violet chose to focus on those two things—the way his grip tightened, and his fingers bruised—and the sounds of his breaths coming out a little harsher as he started to push in.

He was slow at first—careful, even—working through that tight ring with measured thrusts and nothing too hard or fast.

That pain still came—sharp and fast—making Violet stiffen and bite down hard enough on her bottom lip to draw blood.

“Shhh,” she heard him say softly.

His hand in her hair let go, his fingers trailing down the length of her spine until she relaxed. Her muscles loosened, and the pain was gone—or damn near.

“Jesus Christ,” Kaz muttered heavily.

Violet wanted to agree, but the sound that left her lips was nowhere near coherent. She was just vocalizing a mixture of pleasure and need, and nothing else.

If he wanted words, she was f*cking out of them.

Again, his fingers stroked her skin.

“It’s going to be a little faster—harder—now,” he told her.

“Please.”

Kaz only chuckled, as if he knew exactly how she felt and just what to do about it.

The withdraw came a hell of a lot easier than that first thrust had. It felt like he was raking over every single one of her nerves but in the best way.

There was still that sting.

That strange newness.

That too-full sensation.

But still …

“More,” Violet whimpered.

Oh, Kaz gave her that—pulling out near to the tip and then thrusting right back in, almost sending her off balance with the force. That ache burrowed deeper—the want clawed higher. The second her muscles relaxed again, he didn’t hesitate, beginning a brutal rhythm that was sure to leave her sore but satisfied come morning.

His fingers found her hair again, his other meeting the junction of her shoulder and neck to grab tight and yank her back to meet every flex of his hips.

That fleeting moment of slowness and softness was gone.

Violet didn't even care.

She came faster the second time.

Harder.

Violently.

Crying into messy bedsheets and biting down on her own knuckles, she fought to find a goddamn breath because she couldn’t even breathe.

And it was f*cking wonderful.





There was something about the quiet moments, after everything had calmed and when nothing but silence and ease was left. And after the last few days, that was all Kaz wanted. Between trying to find Vasily while simultaneously staying one step ahead of whatever he was planning—he severely doubted his father would walk away quietly—he was f*cking exhausted.

But this was what he had prepared for.

Rooting through the slacks he’d left abandoned on the floor in his haste some hours ago, he grabbed a cigarette and lighter, inhaling the burning nicotine the moment it lit. But it wasn’t nearly as calming as it usually was because he still had too much to do.

“What are you thinking about?” Violet asked with wide expressive eyes, bunching the pillow beneath her head as she turned to better face him.