Page 63 of Blood & Snow

“Don’t stop,” she pants, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me in again.

That’s all the permission I need.

I set a pace that makes her body jolt with every thrust, steady and hard, not giving her time to recover.

Sweat slides down my spine.

She clutches at me like she’s drowning, her teeth grazing my jaw before she moans into my ear.

“Harder.”

“Greedy little thing,” I growl, grabbing her wrists and pinning them over her head.

She squirms, but it only makes her tighter.

I drive into her again, rough enough that her head tips back and her mouth falls open.

“You’re mine, Nadya. Every part of you.”

“Yes,” she gasps, voice breaking. “Yours.”

Her agreement sparks something wild in me.

I pound into her, hips snapping.

Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples hard against my chest.

I lower my mouth and suck one into my teeth, making her arch and scream.

Her whole body is trembling, close to breaking again.

I feel the way she tightens around me, the quick spasms building as her orgasm claws up her spine.

I don’t let up.

I want to push her over the edge and watch her fall apart on my cock.

“Come for me,” I order, biting at her throat.

“Right now.”

She obeys, shattering under me with a scream that tears out of her throat.

Her legs lock around my waist, her pussy convulsing, squeezing me so tight I nearly lose it inside her.

I fuck her through every wave of it, grinding deeper, dragging out the peak until she’s sobbing my name against my shoulder.

The way she milks me is too much.

I slam into her one last time and let go, spilling inside her in hot, pulsing bursts.

My groan is low and guttural, muffled against her neck.

I keep moving, slower now, pumping every last drop into her before collapsing on top of her, both of us drenched in sweat and gasping for air.

She strokes my back with shaky fingers, her breaths still uneven.

“You’re insane,” she whispers, but there’s no judgment in it.