Page 127 of Blood & Snow

I palm her through the thin cotton first, make her grind on me, make her feel what she does to me.

She clutches my coat, torn between pushing away and dragging me closer.

I drag my thumb over her through the fabric in tight circles until her breath turns uneven and her hips chase my hand.

Only then do I tug the damp cotton aside and touch bare heat.

"You think I’d ever hurt you?"

I murmur against her mouth, and push two fingers inside her slowly.

Her knees clamp around my hips.

I set a hard rhythm and keep my thumb steady where she needs it most as the car continues to bounce and rock.

Her breath stutters, breaks, catches again, but I don’t give her release so quickly.

I draw it out, grinding my thumb over her until her thighs tremble, until she’s panting into my neck.

I murmur against her ear, "Keep taking it. Show me you’re not running from me, little bird."

She clutches at my coat, writhing, hips rocking helplessly as I thrust my fingers deep and drag her closer to the edge inch by inch.

She rides my hand because I give her no choice, because her body begs for what her fear tries to refuse.

When the release finally takes her, it tears through every inch of her.

Her thighs lock around my wrist, her hips bucking in broken rhythm against my hand.

She claws at my coat and gasps my name into my collar, and her whole body arches, trembling hard as I keep my thumb grinding over her, stretching the climax until she’s shuddering, her voice breaking on short, desperate cries.

I don’t let up, holding her tight on my lap until the aftershocks leave her limp and shaking in my arms.

I haul her higher, one arm tight around her back while the other frees my belt and zipper.

I drag myself out and notch against her slick entrance.

"Again," I tell her. "On me."

I grip her hips and guide her down.

The tight pull makes my vision haze, every nerve in my body screaming with the slick heat gripping me.

It’s a rush of fire, the kind that claws at control and tempts me to lose it all.

I grit my teeth, savoring the way she stretches around me, milking every inch.

She buries her face in my neck and whimpers, and I can feel every shiver of it through her body into mine.

I rock her slowly at first, then faster, driving up from the seat while I bring her down to meet it, each thrust sending sparks through my spine and rattling the breath out of my chest.

Nadya's lips part and she gasps, "Harder… don’t stop," the words spilling against my throat as if she can’t hold them back.

Her fingers knot in my shoulders through the coat, anchoring herself while I pound up into her.

I change the angle, one hand at the back of her neck to keep her close, the other locking her hip to grind her where it counts.

Her sounds turn wild. Sweat beads at her temple.