Page 64 of Season Warriors & Wolves

In moments, there was nothing on me, I was wet and bare before him.

He crawled to me, hooking his hands under my knees and nuzzling his face between my legs. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he hummed, pressing his mouth between my thighs, kissing my sex.

My back arched off the bed when he licked all of me and sucked on that bundle of nerves that had fire spreading over my spine. Hells. Seven burning hells. “M-maybe we should discuss what’s happened first. Catch up on everything.”

“Yeah?” he hummed, lapping at the wetness down my centre and I shuddered when he slipped a finger inside me, then another. My hips rolled against his mouth, and he obeyed all demand, pumping them faster. “Maybe. But fuck, look how wet you are, my love.” His arms went under my knees and he flipped us over until I was on top of his face. “Sit first. I’ve not had my meal yet.”

“How will you breathe?”

“You think I want to breathe when I have your sweet cunt on my face.” His palm met my skin hard and he rubbed the sting away, palming and kneading my bottom. “Sit, Snowlin, I’m fucking starving.”

My knees buckled on their own and then went entirely liquid when his tongue plunged inside of me. The man ravished me entirely, his massive hands wrapped around my hips to keep me there, riding his face.

A tremble raked my limbs when he groaned against me, hot coiling pressure pooling between my thighs. “Kil, I can’t, gods,” I cried out, grabbing onto the headboard to hold upright while my body curled and shivered from the waves of blinding release. “Hells, burning sweet hells,” I breathed out, giggling and panting for air all at once.

He lapped at me leisurely, leaving kisses all over my thighs before he flipped us over again and came to stand right between my legs. His eyes burned silver flames when they trailed them over my body. He palmed his cock, stroking himself over the dark underwear. “What a cruel dream you are, love of mine.”

Those words rose gooseflesh over my skin. “You said you’ve thought of me,” I said, still breathing hard and watching his muscled chest fall and rise rapidly.

His teeth dug into his lower lip when he smiled. “I have.”

My eyes dropped to his hips. “How? How have you thought of me? Have you—”

He freed his hard length from the boxers. Hard and thick. “I have.”

Well, that made me smile. Later, I’d ask him to show me.

Gripping the edge of my nightgown, he pulled and the silky thing parted in two. He cupped my breasts, gently kissing the curves and missing their hardened centres as if to torture me. “Have I told you how much I love your body?” His hands skimmed my stomach while his mouth latched on my neck, fingers dipping everywhere, grazing places that I never thought would feel so intense to touch. Finally, he relented to my writhing pleas and wrapped his full lips over a nipple, sucking and teasing it with his tongue until I melted into a puddle of need into the sheets. “More so how it reacts to me.”

He fisted his length, brushing the tip against my wetness and slowly nudging my entrance, stretching me open, almost torturously slow—so slow I was about to lose it.

“Gods, you’re so big,” I cried out, my nails digging on his shoulder, half pushing and pulling him.

“You always take it so well.” He groaned in my mouth as his entire length sank inside me in one thrust. His hips were flush against mine and I could feel him in my stomach, my hips rolling against his despite the sting. “Fuck.”

“Shit.”

“All good down here?” he asked, dropping a small peck on my nose and rolling his hips just a little. “Your body couldn’t have forgotten mine so soon. Tell me it hasn’t, because I remember yours too well. So well.”

I felt so full it burned. “It hurts so good,” I whispered between hard kisses, my body slowly adjusting to him. “Kilian, ah, yes. It feels so good.”

“I want to go slow,” he breathed harshly, his cock dragging in and out of me again so torturously slow. “I want to learn you all over again. But I can't be patient. Ask me to be patient. Tell me to be patient.”

“No,” I whispered over his mouth, sucking on his tongue. “Please.”

“Please what?” he taunted.

“Fuck me hard. I need you to fuck me hard, please. You know how I like it.”

My jaw went slack, all sorts of sounds came out of me when his hips started pounding against mine, relentless. He devoured my mouth, sucking and licking all moans and whimpers off my tongue. A small shudder rolled over him when I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, my breast brushing his chest each time her thrust, relieving just the slightest bit of the ache that had encapsulated me entirely.

The sounds of our bodies grew obscene, louder, heavier, and demanding. I was sure my flesh had bruised from the force of our joining, yet he didn’t even slow. Only him, I only ever wanted him to mark my body. However he wanted to.

I’d missed him. I’d missed this. I’d missed feeling wanted, desired, not disgusted by my own skin. Repulsed by my own existence. Each delicate stroke of his hands on my skin, the weight of his body on mine, our joining, his mouth on mine, the same breath we shared, grew so intense all of a sudden.

Kilian leaned back on his haunches, watching where we joined with a little too much satisfaction. “Who is fucking your pretty cunt?”

“My husband,” I cried out, reaching to hold onto the headboard behind while his punishing thrusts rocked us.