“On your knees. Ass up.”
She scrambled into position, and the sight of her like that—ass in the air, pussy swollen and dripping with her arousal, mademy vision blur around the edges. I had never felt this out of control.
I grabbed her hips and slammed back inside, the new angle letting me go even deeper.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned into the pillows. “Crew, that’s—”
“Deeper?” I reached around to find her clit again. “Hitting spots you didn’t know you had?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. Not until she came again. Not until I’d wrung every last bit of pleasure from her body.
I fucked her hard, my hips slapping against her ass, my fingers working her clit, feeling her build again. Impossibly, incredibly, building toward another orgasm.
“Can’t,” she gasped. “Can’t again—”
“You will.” I braced myself above her, gripping and pulling her head back. I kissed her hard and deep before straightening back up to hold her hips. “This pussy belongs to me right now, and I say you’re coming again.”
My words pushed her over. She came with a scream, her whole body convulsing, arms giving out so only my hands on her hips kept her in position.
And I couldn’t hold back anymore. My orgasm hit me, pleasure slamming through me as I buried myself deep and came harder than I ever had in my life.
We collapsed onto the bed, both of us shaking, covered in sweat, gasping for air.
She was curled against my side, her hair a wild mess around her face. I could see the marks my beard had left on her neck, her thighs. The bite mark on her breast.
Mine. At least for tonight.
“That was—” she started.
I pressed my finger to her lips. “Don’t. Nothing you say is going to capture what just happened.”
She smiled against my finger. “I was going to say better than I imagined. And I’ve imagined it a lot.”
“Yeah?” I pulled her closer. “Well, get some rest. Because as soon as you catch your breath, we’re doing it again. And this time, I’m going to find out how many times I can make you come before you pass out.”
Her answer was a breathless laugh and a kiss to my chest.
Outside, the snow continued to fall.
But in here, we’d generated our own heat.
And I had no intention of letting it cool down.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Charlotte
I woke slowly, my body heavy and sore in the best possible way. Every muscle ached. My thighs felt like I’d run a marathon. And between my legs—God, between my legs I was tender with a delicious, throbbing soreness that reminded me with every tiny movement exactly what we’d done. How thoroughly he’d claimed me. How completely I’d surrendered. Memories of last night flooded back in vivid detail.
Crew’s mouth on me. His hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. The way he’d commanded me, possessed me, made me scream his name until my voice went hoarse. The way he’d made me come again and again until I’d begged him to stop, then begged him for more.
Heat flooded through me, and I had to press my thighs together against the immediate response of my body. I already wanted him again despite the soreness, despite how thoroughly he’d used me last night. My core clenched, empty now but remembering exactly how full I’d been, how deep he’d reached, how perfectly he’d stretched me.
He was still asleep beside me, one arm thrown over his head, the other wrapped possessively around my waist even in sleep. The sheet had slipped down to his hips, revealing all that scarred, muscled chest. Every ridge and plane of muscle, every raised scar that told stories he’d never shared.
I know there’d be marks on his back, and it gave me a sense of satisfaction to know I’d done that—left evidence of my possession.
