Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(74)

“To take your virginity like this.” He lets out a sigh. “You might not give much importance to it, but I do.”

“Of course, I do too. I was about to do it with the man I love. Until he brought my dad into the equation...”

He smiles and tenderly kisses my forehead. “Just give me some time to talk to him. I’ll make it right, I promise.”

His principles and loyalty toward my father couldn’t vex me more. I let out a deep sigh of annoyance. Why does he have to be that like that? Dear Lord. He has no idea how many times I’ve wished to be here alone with him and feel him… But now I’ll have to wait because of Dad? Ugh! I press my lips against his cheek, thinking about how my wild night has just been ruined by his morals. “Can I at least sleep here tonight?”

“Sure, there are four bedrooms. You can pick whichever one you want.”

I put on my most innocent smile. “I meant, sleep with you.”

“I think it’s way too risky,” he asserts icily.

“I’m sure you can control yourself. Just sleep with me.”

“I can control myself, I’m not sure if you can control yourself, Ms. Van Gatt.”

I let a cheeky giggle escape. “I promise I will.”

“Are you sure?” He furrows his brow, but I nod confidently at him. “Very well. You just gave me your word, Ms. Van Gatt. I hope you can keep it.”





I remove my soaked black panties, take down my chignon, and lie naked in bed. My head is dizzy, maybe from the cacha?a, maybe from his touch, his kisses, maybe from everything in between. I can smell his scent on the pillow. I smile, sniffing it. I shut my eyes, trying to cool down my excitement. But my body is trembling. I’m so warm and horny at the idea that I’m going to sleep with him.

He’s gone for a shower in the en suite bathroom. The sound of falling water resonates in my ears quite sharply. I wonder what it’s like being in there with him, lathering soap to wash his body, seeing him naked, touching him, and… oh God, feeling him inside.

The water stops.

Silence.

Despite the lights being off, I can discern his shape emerging from the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his hips. I look for a few more seconds but instantly shut my eyes at the sight of him staring in my direction. If I pretend to be asleep, maybe he’ll come to bed naked. I know the odds are low. I hear a drawer opening, and I look discreetly again.

He’s standing at the end of the room, right in front of the wardrobe and close to the window, where the outdoor lights give a perfect view of his back.

He lets the towel slip down.

I sigh, admiring his delicious body. For some, chocolate or cocaine are their guiltiest pleasures, but for me, it’s him. His shoulders and back seem tanner than usual, but as athletic, broad, and vigorous as always. My eyes drift slowly down. I can see the tan lines on his butt. I blush. He doesn’t know I’m staring anyway. I bite my bottom lip. Even his ass looks strong and toned. Shit. Petra, cool down. I see him taking some garments from the drawer. Indeed, he dresses in a white T-shirt and black boxers. Why so many clothes on, Alexander? He’s moving toward me. I close my eyes tightly again. His body slides beneath the bedsheets. My heartbeat’s thundering, but I remain still, angelic. He moves closer. I feel his face incline toward me. His lips slowly touch my cheek; they are smooth and wet.

“Good night, Petra,” he murmurs.

I reply with a mumble, contorting my body. I’m not into sleeping. Nope. Not a tiny bit. But I wait for him to lie down, his head on the pillow.

The room quiet, I open my eyes and look timidly at him. He’s right next to me, peacefully asleep. I sit up and, in a sudden move, lie on top of him, slowly kissing his cheeks, nibbling his jawline… His eyes open wide in surprise, but he doesn’t protest. Instead, he smiles tenderly at me. His gaze lost in mine, I devour his lips passionately, pressing my tongue in his mouth and playing joyfully with his. He caresses my lower back; his touch is so warm that it makes my entire body shiver. He knows I’m naked. His clothes will be our boundary. The boundary not to cross.

“I will control myself, trust me,” I whisper in his ear. He seems quite anxious as I straddle him, kneeling above his cock. Oh my. I can already feel him, so big and hard. “Ahhh...” I breathe louder.

His jaw drops, watching me while I’m mounted on him. He knows I can feel him against my crotch. I start slowly moving on top of him, back and forth. He shuts his eyes, and I hear him groaning.

“I want you so badly,” I murmur, humping him where he’s hard.

“You have no idea how much I want you too,” he replies, lifting his torso up to reach me, to reach my lips. “I love you,” he whispers, while pinning my chest against his. I wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me tight and starts following my rhythm.

I’m dripping wet, sweating, craving more. I close my eyes at the intensity of the pleasure. “Oh, Alex…” I drag some precious air into my lungs. “I wish you could be inside me,” I whisper.

He moves to my lips, kissing them hurriedly, then to my neck, sucking it hard.

“Take off your T-shirt,” I beg, already pushing the garment up.

“No. You promised.”

I grow desperate. “Just the T-shirt. I won’t go further.” He hesitates for an instant then decides to obey, helping me take it off. I can’t help but sigh; his pectorals are so striking, defined and firm. His skin is boiling, his chest melting against my touch. I look a bit further down to his abs, so sculpted and ripped. Oh dear… I’ve never seen any guy close to his shape. He’s finally mine, and I’m sure to enjoy it. He bends down to my nipples, sucking and licking them greedily. “Ahhh…” I run my fingers through his wild hair as he gorges himself on my tits. “They are all yours,” I moan again. It feels so good to have him here. Our sweaty bodies clasp together, moving and arching in a melody where only we know the song. Between panting breaths and like we’re making love, our strokes become more insistent, hurried, moving faster and faster. “Ah… Ah!” I can’t hold it much longer. “Cum on me,” I beg him.