Page 18 of Winter's Thaw


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Her nipples beaded. Her clit throbbed.

The man had her turned on and lost with one kiss.

“Fuck, Laura.” He moaned her name and kissed his way to her cheek, then whispered into her ear, “We need the bed. Now.”

She nodded and kissed him again.

The next thing she knew, she was naked and on the bed, not at all chilled in her human skin, but on fire to have Gerald inside her.

The press of his body against hers felt beyond right, as if a lock had suddenly pried open inside her, allowing her to feel so much more.

He kissed his way to her breasts and sucked, tonguing her nipples, pinching and playing and turning her into a writhing mess.

“Laura, you’re gorgeous.” He licked her before sliding up to take her mouth again. “So fucking fine.”

She was shocked to believe him, or at least, to know he believed it. And he made her feel pretty, wanted. He played with her breasts while that thick cock slid against her thighs. She shifted, hungry for him, and felt slick with desire.

Gerald wouldn’t be rushed.

“In me,” she panted, not caring about anything but their joining. A need pressed, a spiritual yearning she didn’t understand but craved.

“Yeah, in you. Soon.” He kissed his way down her belly. “You’re so soft, so sexy,” he growled, sounding feral as he continued his descent. Then he found the heat of her, kissing and licking her clit and sending her into a climax so intense she saw stars.

He didn’t stop, still feasting on her. But instead of making her oversensitive, her body clamored for more. He inserted a finger into her, plunging in a rhythm that stirred her into new heat.

“Gerald, now.”

He rose over her, staring into her eyes as he finally pressed into her, inch by inch, the fullness taking her breath away.

His eyes flashed from brown to gold, his animal spirit staring out at her with affection, approval, and something more.

“Laura, oh my God, I can’t…” He pushed all the way in and stilled, trembling on his arms as he lay buried inside her. “You feel so good.”

“Yes.”

Then there was no more talking as he took her, his powerful strokes growing faster and harder, until she was crying out again and he shoved one final time and came.

He groaned her name as he poured into her. And in that moment, something almost spiritual occurred. She couldn’t be sure, since she’d never had such an intense union before, but she felt Gerald deep in her bones. A sense of masculine energy and sly fox caressing her all over.

Then it was gone, and she only knew she felt boneless, extremely satisfied, and never wanted to move again.

He remained thick, lodged inside her, standing on his arms while he filled her with his scent and seed. She’d never seen him look more powerful…or sexy. His hair tousled, his eyes closed, his lips parted as he moaned his pleasure.

Then his eyes opened, and he stared down at her, replete and stunned at the same time. “Laura,” he whispered before kissing her, the feel of his mouth tempered by a softness laced with pleasure.

The kiss was slow, consuming, and hinted at words not said. Words she wanted to hear, though she knew she was imagining things. Great sex did not have to equal great affection.

Gerald pulled back and cupped her face, braced on his elbows. He stared into her eyes and smiled.

She smiled back, feeling beyond good. Until she realized they’d had unprotected sex and she hadn’t given one thought to being safe. Though Ac-taw couldn’t get sexually transmitted diseases, they sure as shit could get pregnant.

The panic she should have been feeling didn’t come. Instead, a new surge of lust for the shifter in her arms took over.

He must have sensed it, because his smile left him, a new intensity enveloping them both.

“Again,” she said.

He nodded, focused on her mouth. Then he was kissing her, and she lost herself in his touch.

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