Where the Snow Falls (Seasons of Betrayal #2)(64)

Finally, he let his fingers slip under the lace, cursing low as he sought her out. He was always f*cking amazed at how good she felt, but even better once he was inside her. Her * gripped him so f*cking tightly that need shot through him.

Her small hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he f*cked her with his fingers, dragging her higher with each stroke, but he wasn’t ready for her to come yet.

Pulling his fingers free, he moved his hand back up, pressing his thumb against her clit, but didn’t move it, even as she tried to twist her hips to do it for him.

“These stars mean I’m in control. Look at me.” Only when her eyes were on him, his own need reflected in their green depths, did he add, “That means when I give you a command, you obey.”

“Kaz …”

“Get on your knees.” She rushed to obey, looking up at him with wide eyes and expectation. “Take me out.”

Dainty fingers tugged at his belt, practically ripping it open with her need to get his pants undone. When she had his cock in her hands, she didn’t hesitate to put her mouth on him.

His head fell back as she swallowed his cock, sucking him hard and fast. Hand fisted in her hair, he guided her movements, quick on the up slide, slower as he pushed her back down, feeling the muscles in her throat contract around his cock.

Her mouth could make him forget himself—made him feel like he could focus on nothing other than the pleasure she was giving him. She just always looked so f*cking into it.

“That’s it. Take my cock.”

And he wanted nothing more than to enjoy the sight of her just like that, but they didn’t have much time. And if he was going to come, he was coming inside her. Dragging her mouth off him, he pulled her up by her hair, releasing his hold once she was on her feet. With his hands now at her waist, he lifted her, her legs going around his waist.

He was too far gone to focus on anything other than the feel of her wet slit against his cock. Fisting his cock, he rubbed the head against her clit, thrilling in the moans spilling from her. He meant to keep her there and tease her a little more, but as he drew back, he hadn’t been able to fight sinking into her as deep as he could.

Violet’s answering moan made heat crawl down his spine. “Shh. You don’t want them to hear, yes? Be quiet.”

He didn’t cover her mouth, not when he could watch her struggle to contain the noises she desperately wanted to make, even to the point she was biting her lip. But even as he slammed into her, knowing that he didn’t want an audience, he couldn’t help goading her, pressing closer still as he thrust as deep as he could.

“Is that what you want, Violet?” he asked in her ear. “You want them to hear you taking my cock?”

His words were enough to make her go tight around him, a curse escaping him as he slapped his hand over her mouth, just as a keen whine came clawing out of her. But even as she came around him, he didn’t stop, pounding harder still, prolonging it.

It just was not enough.

Never enough.

Tilting his hips to find a better angle, he lost himself in the squeeze of feminine muscles and muffled, broken moans. And as she tightened around him once more, the need he had been pushing back came rushing to the forefront.

“Fuck, Violet! Take my—”

But he didn’t get to finish his command before his balls were tightening and she was milking him dry, taking everything he had to give and more.

Coming back to earth, he carefully pulled out of her, rearranging his pants. It would take him a matter of moments to pull himself together, but she stood before him looking like she’d just been f*cked.

He still smiled.





Violet bowed her back off the bed, her fingers weaving tighter into Kaz’s hair as his hands pushed her thighs open even more. The ache it caused in her muscles was nothing compared to those jolts of pleasure coloring her vision with every flick of the broad side of his tongue against her clit.

Every single morning since their wedding a few days before, he’d woken her up this way.

Head between her thighs. Tongue on her clit. Fingers in her *.

Goading her.

Demanding her.

Promising her.

Violet had already decided that she liked it.

She liked it a whole lot.

Kaz had a way with his mouth. He was cocksure and arrogant on his good days, but when he really put that mouth of his to use?

On her?

Fuck. Yeah.

Violet sucked in a deep, hard breath as the familiar heat started to pool in her stomach and her muscles clenched all over. A low keening whine clawed its way from her throat, giving away just how close she was to shattering.

And then his tongue left her clit, only for his mouth to replace it and the slightest nip of his teeth as he sucked against the throbbing nub.

Just like that, Violet was gone.

“Kaz!”

He didn’t even back down as she shook and shouted her way through the orgasm. No, he kept sucking her, and then his tongue was back, turning her sensitivity up a notch or two with fast, brutal jabs that left her gasping for breath.

When he finally did stop, Violet’s throat was dry, and her fingers trembled in his hair.

Kaz looked up at her, cocking a single brow and laying his scruffy cheek on her inner thigh. He gave her a sinful smirk that said he enjoyed this—maybe a little too much.