Page 54 of His Winter Wonderland

Growls rumbled through his chest. His darkness approved of this new position. So did Rhen. He was in complete control. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t run. All she could do was moan and take this tongue.

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Winter

Thankfully, she had high ceilings.

Winter couldn’t believe he’d lifted her in the air. Back against the wall, she kept one hand gripping his hair, the other was pressed against the ceiling. The ceiling! The damn ceiling! His tall ass had her up in the air like she weighed nothing. Though she was still considered slim by some, she wasn’t the same size she’d been when they first met.

She was a bit thicker and had more curves. Apparently, her vampire could handle her curves. He damn sure could lift them. Winter stared down at him as he feasted on her. There were no words to describe the pleasure she was feeling. Even if she tried to come up with one, it would be a mixture of different words.

Amazifabulogreatriffic.

Yeah, that’s what it was. There was no stopping her hips from jerking as he tongued her clit, sucking it into his mouth and applying just the right amount of pressure to make her moan his name.

“Rhen…” it slipped out before she could stop it.

He growled then ground his mouth against her clit, raising the pleasure level up two notches. He tongued her faster. Her breaths came in gasps. If he kept this up, she’d be coming in five…four…three…two…. Winter cried out. Releasing the ceiling, she gripped his head with both hands and rested her head against the wall.

Eyes closed, she moaned incoherent words as he drank down her orgasms. Spasms rocked her body. He held on to her tightly. At this point, she wasn’t thinking about falling. All she was thinking about was the pleasure he was delivering. Now she understood what cloud nine meant. The romance books she read always referred to it.

She’d thought it was just some cute word made up to make orgasms seem better than they really were. Lies. Cloud nine was real. She was there right now. And Rhen had sent her there. His tongue continued sliding through her wet folds, licking up every drop of her orgasm. He kept going until she couldn’t take it any longer.

“No more,” she whispered, throat slightly sore from crying out moments ago.

Mouth on her pussy, his gaze rose to hers. The look in his eyes had her wanting something else. He swiped his tongue over her clit one last time then raised his head. Her pussy instantly missed the feel of his mouth against it.

“I need to fuck you, Winter.”

There was nothing romantic about those words. Yet, they had her feeling giddy with excitement. Her inner demon growled. Her familiar purred. It was up to Winter to make the final call. Would she or would she not let her mate fuck her?

“Can I Kitten?” He whispered. “Can I fuck you on Christmas Eve?”

How could she say no when he asked so sweetly?”

“My bedroom is down the hall. First door on the right.”

With a growl, he lowered her, but didn’t set her on her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he carried her through the living room and down the short hall. His hands cupped her ass, kneading it as he walked. By the time they reached her bedroom, she was already wet and wanting.

Her bedroom door was open. He stepped inside and kicked it shut. Her excitement continued to grow as he carried her over to the bed and tossed her onto it. Winter pushed her hair out of her face, so she could watch him undress. She wanted to help. But she was ashamed to admit that she was too nervous to ask.

He stripped in less than ten seconds. Her gaze roamed over his body. He was still just as sexy as she remembered. But he too had changed over the years. He had more muscles than before. But that cock, it was just as she remembered. Long, hard, ready. It jerked. Her mouth watered. She was beyond ready.

Her familiar purred, proving that she too was ready to get this party started. Her gaze rose to his, beckoning him to join her on the bed. He just stood there, at the foot of the bed, watching her. Was something wrong? If he’d gotten her this excited only to change his mind, she was going to stake him. Twice.

He took a step back then went to his knees and lowered his head. What the hell? Winter moved to the edge of the bed and asked, “Rhen, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry for betraying your trust in me that day long ago.”

Really? He wanted to talk about that right now?

“I’m sorry that I haven’t been with you all these years. I should’ve been by your side, protecting you, loving you, accompanying you in life.”

“Well, I did sort of stake you or try to set you on fire every time you tried.” Was she suddenly feeling guilty?