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The breath rushes out of me at the same time as he groans. He holds my gaze as his thickness throbs inside of me, stretches me, fills me up with such assurance that I know I can never have anyone else inside me again. No one can compare to him. I open my mouth at the same time that he brushes his lips over mine. "I fucking love you," he murmurs as he pushes his forehead against mine. He tilts his hips, grinds his pelvis against my clit, and electricity shoots up my spine.
"I can’t…" I pant, "I can’t come again."
"You can," he stares into my eyes, "and you will."
He thrusts into me with enough force that the entire bed moves. He pulls out until the crown of his fat cock is poised against my entrance, then he drills into me. My body jolts. The headboard slams against the wall. It’s as if he’s putting his entire body and soul into his fucking… Not that he hadn’t previously; just ... this time, there’s an added dimension to the way he crams his cock into me, over and over again. The skin stretches across his cheeks, a bead of sweat slides down his temple, and his blue eyes gleam with intent. He seems like a man possessed, a man intent on ensuring that he wrings every last drop of orgasm from my body.
"Come with me." He plunges into me again and hits that spot deep inside me that sends tremors shivering up my spine.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh my god!" My eyes roll back in my head.
"Look at me," he commands.
I peel my eyelids open and meet his gaze as he slams into me, burying himself so deep inside me that I swear we've melded into one.
"Come all over my cock," he orders, and the orgasm crashes over me. I scream, and when I try to swallow, my throat hurts. He thrusts into me once, twice, then his shoulders go solid. His chest muscles heave, and I know he’s going to come. He begins to pull out, and I lock my ankles around him.
"I’m on the pill," I burst out. "For medical reasons," I add. "It helps regulate my cycle."
"You sure?" He hesitates.
"Yes, please." I reach down between us, circle him at the part where he’s joined to me, "Come inside me, please. I want to feel you, Christian."
His gaze intensifies, then he pushes back inside of me. He closes his mouth over mine as he shoots warm gusts of cum inside of me. He slumps over me, keeping most of his weight off of me, as I run my fingers through the sweat-drenched hair on the nape of his neck. I squeeze my arms around him, urging him to lower more of his weight onto me. "I’m too heavy," he murmurs.
"No, you’re not," I insist. "I can take it. I want to feel the weight of your body on mine, please."
He relaxes a little more, and his weight pins me down, and I draw in a breath. My eyelids flutter down. We stay that way for a few minutes, maybe more, then I’m dimly aware of him pulling out of me. I protest, and he gathers me close. He drags his fingers through the mess between my legs, then he rubs his fingers over my lips. I suck off the evidence of his arousal and mine as he continues to scoop up the remnants of his cum and rub it into my skin. I shiver, a part of me appalled that I’m enjoying this blatant show of his possession. Even as everything in me revels in it.
Sleep overcomes me, and when I wake, the covers are pulled over us. I’m tucked into his side, his arm under my neck, the other one around my waist. He’s pinned me down with one thigh flung over my legs. I’m surrounded by him—his heat, his scent, his complete masculinity—which feeds that hunger inside of me I wasn’t aware I possessed. When I awaken next, both of us are in the same position. The bluish light of dawn streams in through the window.
The pressure in my lower belly makes itself known, and I manage to extricate myself from his embrace inch by inch. He doesn’t stir as I swing my legs over the side of the bed and go to the bathroom. I catch sight of my face in the mirror as I’m washing my hands. Flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, hair mussed up in a way that hints at just what I’ve been up to. I feel content, and more than that, I feel excited. And alive. I can’t wait for a life together with him, a life I can have if I want it. I only need to reach out and grab it.
When did everything change? When, over the last few days, did I go from hating him to … falling for him? And he loves me too. He does. I can’t wait to tell him so, but first, I need to ensure that I secure the safety of him and his brothers.
I need to find a way to protect both of our families. I can’t allow anything to happen to any of them. Is that even possible? I don’t know, but I’m not going to give up without trying.
I step into the bedroom and pull on my clothes. With one last look at the sleeping Christian, I step out into the hallway. I pull on my socks and boots, shrug into my jacket, and tug Christian's hat over my hair. I let myself out through the back door, and the cold instantly assaults me. I shove my hands into the pockets, despite wearing gloves, and walk past the woodshed, then hesitate. Which way should I go?
I cross the snow-covered ground toward the tree line, then take the only path there is, the one that heads through the woods.
The silence wraps itself around me. There’s not a breath of air, no sound from insects or birds. The pale dawn light is cut off in places by the thick overhead cover. I step in the snow, and while my boots guard me from the worst of the wetness, instantly, a chill runs up my spine. I increase my pace in a bid to keep warm, then cry out when a shadow peels off from a nearby tree.
My heart pounds in my ribcage, and my pulse rate ratchets up. I bring a shaky hand up to push the hair off of my forehead as the man comes to a stop in front of me.
38
Aurora
"Hello, Ms. Garibaldi " The man folds his massive arms across his chest. The lower portion of his face is covered in a mask. It seems to enhance the impact of those grey-blue eyes that glare at me.
"H-how did you get here?" I stutter. I had seen him peek in through the window last night, and that was when I screamed. A part of me knew then that this meeting was inevitable. I left the house knowing that he'd find me.
"You mean, the snowstorm?" He arches an eyebrow, "Turns out, this lodge isn't the only place to take shelter in. I found another cottage not very far off where I could hunker down until the snow stopped falling. Evidently, folks in these parts are trusting enough to leave the key to the front door in the most obvious of places. I didn't even have to look too hard to find it." He sounds disgusted like he'd have preferred more of a challenge.
"How did you know where I was?"
"I followed the two of you from the chalet, before the storm swept in."
