“No.”
He hummed his approval as his hand dipped between my legs. He slipped in one finger and groaned.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so ready for me. Have you been dripping like this the whole time?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
My eyes rolled back when he added a second and third finger. His other hand gripped my jaw.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
I forced them open, meeting his lust filled gaze and wicked smile.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Use your words, Nightshade. Yes what?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
“Lift your arms. I want this off.”
He tugged my turtleneck sweater over my head and dropped it on the ground behind me. That left me in a blue lace bra—his favourite—and my skirt. I should have been freezing, instead I was burning under his gaze.
“Wrap your arms around me.”
I did so he could lift me. I thought he was going to walk us over to a tree, instead he dropped to his knees right there and laid me down on the ground. How he managed to lay my sweater out so my naked back wasn’t directly on the snow, I couldn’t even guess.
His lips trailed over my jaw and neck while he rolled his hips, teasing me with the bare minimum friction.
“Aus,” my voice came out needy, pleading.
He stopped kissing, opting to hover over me instead.
“What do you want baby?”
“Fuck me. Please,” I breathed.
I thought his eyes had been black before. Nope, not even close. Now they were—completely black, barely any white from the way his pupils dilated. He looked like a demon set out to devour me—mind, body, heart, and soul.
His lips crashed into mine, plunging all the way into me in one brutal and demanding thrust. My gasp quickly turned into a moan as he kept moving. Usually he’d give me a second to adjust, but apparently my use of the word please made him as feral as his reaction to my teeth on him had made me. Not that I was complaining. I told him to use me and, fuck me, he was so good at it.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I hooked my feet together behind his back.
“Fuck,” he moaned at the change in angle. “You feel so fucking good, V. Like you were made for me.”
I was barely registering his words, too busy getting lost in him. The way he moved, how his skin felt against mine, his scent. He consumed every one of my senses until nothing but him remained.
32
THE VOLUNTEER
Ten orgasms later,he had me with my back against a tree and my legs tossed over his shoulder. At some point, his lust-filled haze started to fade, and he remembered his wholeyou come firstpromise he made three days ago. (Jesus Christ, only three days?) He’d been making up for it for… I honestly couldn’t tell you how long. Even though I insisted he had nothing to make upfor, he wasn’t hearing any of it, and I certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Then my phone started ringing. More accurately, my villain phone. Holy fuck, we’d been out here for nearly three hours.
