Page 105 of The Coldest Winter


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“Look at me, Star,” he ordered, pulling his face away, still working those fingers nonstop, holding eye contact. “Con amore,” he whispered. “Sempre.”

With love always.

My breaths were panting as his eyes locked with mine. My heartbeats intensified as his words filled me with a peace I didn’t know I could find. I pushed myself onto my elbows and kept his gaze as he worked his magic within me. My back arched as I grew closer and closer to losing myself entirely from his words.

With love always.

He meant it.

I felt it, too.

“I…it…you…” I stumbled over my words, no longer able to form sentences. I fell into a euphoric state as he brought me closer and closer to my climax.

“That’s it, Star, keep your eyes right here,” he said, his voice dripping with sex appeal and love. I liked when he did that. I liked when he took control of my body and my soul.

“I’m going to…Milo, I’m going…”

He picked up his speed, sliding in deeper and harder, working me as if his only goal was to make me come repeatedly. My body quivered against his fingers as I cried out his name. My thighs throbbed against the countertop as he took his free hand and thumbed my clit in circles, working more and more to bring me to the most earth-shattering orgasm I’d yet to discover.

“Oh my gosh.” I gasped.

Aftershocks raced through me as he slowly pulled his fingers from me. He kept eye contact as he removed his pants and slid his hardness inside me.

“Milo,” I breathlessly panted, slamming my hands against the countertop.

The love in his eyes, the small part to his lips as he groaned out in a torturous pleasure, made me fall for him even more than I had before. This didn’t feel like goodbye. He was making love to me with a silent promise that he’d be back for more.

Mine.

All mine.

Con amore sempre.

He leaned in and rolled his tongue against my lips before placing his hand against my back pulling me closer to him. My hand fell to his chest as he began thrusting harder, more profound. The feeling of him entering me repeatedly made my breaths manic and untamed. The wildness of his lovemaking made my legs tremble against him as his hands fell against my hips.

He cursed under his breath as he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to mine.

My mouth parted to speak, but words were a mystery that I couldn’t obtain as he brought me closer and closer to another orgasm. Each thrust felt as if it were signed with forever, and each touch was marked with always.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me, allowing me to place my arms around his waist as he moved us to the refrigerator. My back fell against the steel, cool fridge, and he thrust even deeper, making the entire appliance vibrate with us.

“Yes, yes, please,” I begged, feeling my thirst for more of him building with every intense thrust. His mouth landed against mine, and he parted my lips with his tongue. Our tongues swirled together as we kissed like hungry animals, not wanting to miss a drop of one another’s tastes.

“Bed,” I pleaded, feeling the quivering of another orgasm building more and more.

“Bed?” he whispered against my mouth.

“Bed,” I replied, wanting to bring him to the same place of wonderment he’d brought me multiple times.

He carried me to his bedroom and laid me in the bed, keeping the lights on so he could see every inch of me. He climbed over me and tangled his hands in my wild hair. Slowly, he pulled me closer to him and rested his forehead against mine. “I love you so much, Star. I hope you feel that, too. I hope you feel my love,” he whispered as his hardness sat against my entrance.

He wasn’t as wild as he’d been in the kitchen. No, his movements were steadier and tamer as he kept eye contact with me the whole time. I felt my chest tighten as emotions swept over me.

Milo wasn’t saying goodbye at all. As he entered me, each thrust was him telling me he’d wait. Every deepening second was him locking my heart with his key. He made love to me in that bedroom as our bodies intertwined and became one system, one rhythm, one love story.

As we were drenched in love, I arched toward him, and he quickened his pace. My fingers dug into his back as I pressed myself to his body. We kissed hard, but we made love harder repeatedly that night. When he came inside me, I fell apart along with him, feeling our bond only growing.

At one point, we fell against the mattress, exhausted. I closed my eyes as he trailed kisses across my whole body, making me feel loved, safe, and free.

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