Page 144 of Season Warriors & Wolves

“So am I,” she admitted in a whisper. “How long until we aren’t anymore?”

“I’d give up forever for one moment of delirious happiness. And remember,” I said, stroking her cheek. “Your husband is a fearsome man. If anyone ever again threatens to ruin your happiness, I will do some very bad things that rhyme with hill and bill.”

“Have I corrupted you to the dark side, my darling?” she whispered, leaving wet kisses on my neck that shot blood right to my groin.

“I am a simple man. Easily persuaded.”

She smiled over my skin then licked a trail to my ear. “I remember it differently. I remember it taking quite a bit to persuade you.” Her hot breath fanned my skin and I had to physically peel her from me before I lost the last strand of sanity I held together with some glue made of the same material as her.

She growled, kicking her arms and legs in the air for a moment before surrendering and collecting all of the blanket to her side of the bed. “Klaghne.” Idiot, she murmured in Calgnan and then recited a long line of curses that would have made the hot sun blush.

“Come here. Be angry in my arms, woman. You vowed to me. Twice.”

She collected the blanket again, sulkily laid her head on my chest and I gathered her in my hold.

I kissed her head. “That’s my good girl.”

When her little snores started filling the room, I decided to close my own eyes for some sleep.

My hold felt empty, my body colder and panic made me jolt awake. Only to find Snow sat at the end of the bed looking at me, her chin rested on her knees that had gathered tightly to her chest.

She couldn’t sleep again. How many nights had it been now, she had to be exhausted.

“You’re awake,” she said softly, looking like every cruel dream of mine under the faint lights of sunrise. “Finally.”

“Why, were you waiting for me to awaken?”

She lifted her head and stretched her legs to the side. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

She nodded and sat up on her knees before pulling her thin nightgown up and over her head till she was naked before me. She crawled to me and cradled my hips, sitting right over my aching cock. “Can’t believe you made me beg for it.”

“You didn’t beg,” I said, and it was the wrong thing to say because she ground her hips on me for a moment and lifted herself up, leaving me aching and searching for her touch.

“Did you want me to beg?” she murmured in my ear, her hand travelling lower down my stomach, but not low enough. Her fingers skimmed the band of my trousers and every nerve end on my body collapsed at the sensation. “Is that it?”

“Fuck no.”

She dragged her hips over mine again, making me pay for what I’d done. I was so painfully hard. “Then why is it so difficult to ride my husband's cock?”

I’d beg, if I didn’t know she liked begging me more. “A please would do.”

“Pretty please,” she hissed over my mouth, sliding her hand over my length.

Hells.

I grabbed her jaw and pulled her mouth to me. “Pretty please what?”

“Pretty please fuck me,” she moaned, breathless, her small hand stroking me root to tip. “Fuck me like only you know how to fuck me. Make me come apart and then let me feel you come apart in me.”

Burning seven hells, if she didn’t stop, I would come just like this. “You want me to fill you up?”

Her hand moved faster. “Yes. Yes, please.”

I grabbed her and spun us till she was on her back, under me, fucking naked and panting with need. Her black hair pooled around her like the darkest most alluring night, framing her face stained with the prettiest blush. Every soft curve of hers stood out against the navy silk sheets. See, I was already utmost impressed, but I was more impressed with the fact that she was all mine. Head to toe.

She knew my brain well, her hands travelled over her stomach and cupped her tits while she writhed with need, kneading her soft flesh and rubbing her hard nipples. She watched me with hooded eyes, teeth sinking on her fleshy lip, as I softly kissed her sex.