Page 92 of Abdominal Snowman

She scooted back on the bed, shucking her pants to lie back bare before him.

The cool air of the room skated across her skin and between her legs, where she was wet and wanting with a desperate need. He could have caught her at any time in those woods. Instead, he’d chosen to let her run. To chase her. To make her want and wait.

His hands roamed across her creamy skin as he leaned down, placing chaste kisses where his touch was a moment before.

“Soren,” Sage warned. “I swear to the skies above you did not just chase me through the woods to make love to me like a porcelain doll.” The leftover adrenaline from her run through the forest burned in her veins. She did not want sweet and slow right now.

The monster in question chuckled darkly, his pupils blown and wild as he leaned up to capture her gaze.

His hand snaked its way upward, claws skating along her skin, dragging goosebumps in their wake. One finger at a time, he gently wrapped them around her throat. Soren’s hand squeezed just slightly, enough to take control and keep Sage in place as he opened the fly of his pants and released himself.

He tightened his fingers and thumb around her neck as he nudged the head of his cock at her core and slammed into her.

Sage shouted at the intrusion, stuffed full of Soren. God, he was huge, and she felt every inch of him as he withdrew himself to the tip, teasing, making her whine against the palm on her throat.

He rewarded her with another thrust, his hips smacking into hers at a brutal pace. The slap of their skin filled the room, breathless gasps echoing with every plunge. Sage’s fingers threaded through the thick fur of Soren’s arms, holding him tight. Sage loved it. This. Him. All of it.

Soren changed his angle, increasing his pace against that spot inside her, and she keened. Her orgasm crackled closer, and she rocked her hips up to meet Soren’s bruising pace.

He moved his hand, claws dragging against the skin of her chest as he kneaded and plucked at her swaying breasts in time with his thrusts.

Sage moaned shamelessly, gasping through the waves of pleasure crashing into her. And Soren only played with her, took her higher and higher on that crest, ice burning her from the inside out.

Desperate, she roamed her hand to the bundle of nerves Soren had been neglecting, working herself in time with Soren’s hips. His gaze focused there, his pupils blown and jaw slack with pure desire.

Sage grabbed onto whatever part of him she could reach, his chest, back, shoulders. She raked her nails through his fur and tilted her hips up as she chased her orgasm, Soren’s name a stuttering moan against her skin.

A growl erupted from Soren, and its depth vibrated her chest as his hips smacked and stuttered against her. Finally, she shattered like ice with a hoarse cry, clasping and fluttering around Soren’s cock, the push and pull against her walls making her head light.

He filled her and smacked his hips against her once more, pulling an over-sensitized gasp from her throat as she gripped lazily at him.

He snapped his shocking blue gaze to hers and stirred his hips in their wetness.

Soren leaned his massive head against her chest, and once they’d caught their breath, slowly inched his hips back, pulling himself out in a rush of their combined release. He shifted back, his white hair sticking up at odd angles just like Sage liked.

“Skies above, Sage. We should do that more often.”

“Remind me to thank Gabi,” Sage said with a snort.

“What?” Soren asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“You know, the books she’s been lending me? They’ve given me a bunch of pretty good ideas lately, eh?”

“You… you’ve been wanting these things because…” He looked crestfallen, and she leaned up, took his face between her hands.

“Aw, Snowflake. They might have been ideas from the books, but I wanted to try them with you. Don’t worry, no fictional man will take me away from you.”

A smile curled Soren’s lips as he rolled his eyes. “I know that,” he said facetiously and tipped them to the bed.

She slotted between his legs and rested her head on his chest. His heart pounded steadily below her.

“So...what other things have you read about?” His voice rumbled against her cheek, and her mouth dropped open at the question.

“Soren!”

“What? You started it!” he argued.

Sage sat up on her knees and nipped at his abs before trailing lower. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”