Sam grabs my hand and pulls me through the back kitchen and out of the back door. The snow is falling heavier now, almost a flurry of flakes hitting us from above.
We trudge as quick as we can though the white blanket as we make haste to the cottage.
The door only just clicks shut when Sam’s mouth comes crashing down onto mine, his frozen hands reaching through my coat in desperation to feel me against him. My burning skin and his cold hands intensify the moment. I gasp a little as his tongue dances with mine.
He pulls away to look at me. “I can’t get enough of you, Harri.” His eyes are dark and hungry as his hand continues to trace gentle circles on my lower back.
I take off my coat and Sam does the same, desperate to get release in the short time we have.
“Upstairs?” I smile.
He grabs me, pulling me up so my legs are now wrapped around his hips. “Fuck yes,” he breathes into my ear.
Our mouths crash into each other’s once more. Our magic swirls inside us, burning our bodies with passion and need. We take two steps before slamming into the wall. My hands grab his hair as we kiss so hard I’m sure he’s going to bruise my lips. We stagger back again into the banister and Sam lets out a winded gasp as it hits him in the ribs.
“You OK, baby?” I smile against his lips.
He squeezes my ass in his hands as he holds me. “Shut up and kiss me,” he grunts.
My lips find his again, my body responding to every touch,every movement. My heart beats faster than lightning. We take a few more steps when Sam falls backwards, upwards on the stairs leaving me straddling him.
“I got you.” He smirks, holding my thighs in place over him. Of course he’s got me. We could be dangling off a cliff and he’d have me. He makes me feel safe and in danger at the same time.
I pull his shirt open to expose his chest, my palms rubbing over his muscles as my body shudders with anticipation. His hand reaches up to the back of my head, grabbing my hair in his fist as he plunges my head back down to kiss him more.
My body aches for him as my hips start to grind against him. The pressure of his growing bulge in his jeans rubs me in just the right spot. I can’t help but let out a moan as the electricity of the pleasure radiates through my body.
Sam looks up at me like I’m the most delicious meal he has ever devoured.
I can’t take a moment more of not feeling him inside me. I fumble between us to unbutton his jeans and pull him out. As he springs out of his jeans my body feels like jelly. God, I just need him right now. I try to pull my tights down, but keeping balance on him is a struggle.
Sam senses my frustration and with one big tear he rips the middle like paper, allowing me access to take him as I need.
I kiss him in thanks, urgently needing to feel him all over me.
I angle my hips up to enable me to slide down onto him, slowly at first, wanting to feel each inch get deeper inside me.
Sam groans as his head falls back on the step above him, his hands digging into my hips as I sink to his base.
“That’s it, baby,” he moans.
My hands rest on his chest to support myself up as I start bouncing my ass up and down. Sam uses his hands to guide me, helping me pick up the pace.
My mouth finds its way back to his. The heat between usis building like a fire, the burning of our magic matching the burning of our love making.
“I love you,” I groan into his mouth. “I love you so much.” I bounce harder on him, hitting the deepest parts of my core.
I feel his hands tighten even more over my hip bones, like vices on my delicate skin.
His teeth find my bottom lip, hungrily biting it as the pleasure intensifies between us.
“Baby,” I moan breathlessly.
He releases my lip from his teeth to look up at me. “Oh, baby, you look so perfect like this. My perfect little witch.”
My body is burning from my core to my fingers and my magic is struggling to control itself with the emotions. It steals me away briefly from the moment between us as I try to push the magic below the pleasure.
“Look at me, baby,” he growls. “Eyes on me. It doesn’t control you, you control it.”
