Page 48 of Ice Cold Christmas

She was wet. She knew it. Getting wet and she was rocking against him. Riding the big, hard cock she could feel shoving at the front of his pants. She dug her nails into his arms and wanted him so badly that she was ready to rip off his clothes and have sex with him right then and there. Yes, yes, Victor. Now.

Her eyes flew open. Her breath heaved in and out. Her nipples ached, her panties were getting wet, and it was all from a kiss.

His kiss.

A kiss that had just nearly obliterated her. Her legs unlocked from his waist. She pushed at his arms as she tried to lower herself down.

He growled again. His grip became even tighter, and, at first, she thought he wasn’t going to let her go. But…

He lowered her until her boots touched the floor. He didn’t release the hold he had on her waist, and he continued to pin her between his body and the wall. His eyes glittered as they met hers. “Still feel nothing?”

If she said that she felt nothing, they’d both know she was lying. He had to feel the tight nipples that had been stabbing against his chest. And she’d been rubbing her body against his like some kind of cat in heat. Even now, she wanted to grab him and haul him back to her. Press her mouth to his and just give in. Let the passion take over so that she could stop worrying and fearing and get lost to pleasure for just a little while.

Oh, so tempting.

“I think you feel plenty, don’t you?” Rough. Deep. Rumbling.

She yearned.

“I want to fuck you, Melody.”

Yes, she’d gotten that clue with the giant dick that thrust against her.

“I want your nails raking down my back. I want your pussy against my mouth.”

Oh. Okay. It was way hot in there.

“I want to be so deep in you that I own you.”

That was scary. Intense. Too much. It was?—

“Because you own me.” Even rougher. Harder. “You have for years. And, hell, no, I didn’t fuck someone else while you were gone. No one else compares to you. It’s you or nothing. Do you get that? When I say I was searching, I was never going to give up. I was always going to hunt for you because you are mine.”

She wet her lips, and she tasted him. His hands around her waist seemed to brand her. Fear and need twisted inside of her.

And then a bell rang. It echoed in the house.

But he didn’t let her go. Victor stared at her with his dark eyes and his granite-carved face. He looked at her as if he truly wanted to devour her.

“You didn’t answer me,” he muttered.

What had the question been? She was really gonna need a refresher on that one.

“Still feel nothing?” A taunt.

Her chin lifted. She could handle his taunt. “I feel like I want to rip your clothes off.”

His eyes widened.

“But I also feel like I should run as far from you as I can.” Utter truth. “Why? Why am I afraid? What is it that makes me want you and fear you at the same time?”

A muscle jerked along his clenched jaw. “I would never hurt you.”

The bell chimed again.

This time, he let her go.

Before he backed away, Victor told her, “But I will kill anyone who ever tries to take you from me again.” He turned to exit the room.