Page 16 of SnowFyer (Roosters #8)

With a hoarse yell, Seth flipped them over, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder and bracing himself above her with his other arm.

Seth fucked her like a man possessed. He slammed into her with all his strength, their flesh slapping together loudly.

Scarlett screamed, digging her nails into his shoulders as her cunt spasmed around him.

“Milking me, Scarlett? Trying to take my cum before I’m ready?”

“Need it,” she whimpered. “So much!”

“You’ll have it. But not before I say.” He smacked her ass where it hovered slightly above the mattress in the position he had her in. Once. Then again.

“Seth!” She screamed his name as she came again. Hard, by the sound -- and feel -- of it. Her pussy squeezed him so hard he yelled out in surprise. Her inner muscles seemed on a mission to make him lose his mind as well as his seed.

Sweat dampened her skin, making their bodies glide over each other like silk.

Scarlett shimmied her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust, actively taking her pleasure.

Seth wasn’t sure how long he could hold out like this, especially when she scratched down his torso with those little dagger-like nails of hers.

He threw his head back and roared when she did, his dick pulsing like mad, needing the release he knew he’d only ever find with her body.

“Witch!” He bit out the word like a curse. With one more smack to her ass, he flipped her over to her belly, snagging her wrists in one hand while he aimed his cock with the other.

With one hard shove, he surged back inside her.

Seth used her arms for leverage as he pounded into her.

He couldn’t seem to fuck her hard or fast enough.

He needed to brand her, to mark her as his for eternity and didn’t seem to know how to go about it.

All he could do was this. Fuck her. Pleasure her.

Keep her in his arms as long as possible.

“You’re mine, Scarlett. Say it!”

“Yours,” she whimpered, her voice jarring with every thrust of his body into hers.

“Always mine!”

“Always.”

“ Only mine!”

“Seth!” She said his name on a scream, her body convulsing around him once again. He let go of her arms then, settling his full weight on top of her so that she had no choice but to lie flat on the bed.

Over and over he fucked her, biting down on her shoulder to keep her in place, not wanting to let her have once ounce of leverage to push him off her.

His hips surged against her, plunging his cock deep. Seth knew he probably looked as much like an animal rutting in the dirt as anything else, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

“Oh, God! That’s it, Seth! Oh, God!”

“Ahhh!” With that one cry, Seth came. His body seemed to convulse with each explosion of semen jetting from his cock.

He shuddered over her as he yelled to the ceiling.

Mind-numbing, soul-searing pleasure unlike any he’d ever known overtook him, connecting him to Scarlett when he felt her convulse around him at the same time.

For long, long moments, Seth could do nothing but lie there on top of her. His cock still pulsed inside her, and his hips still moved as if to get every last drop into her when he was really emptying himself in the condom.

“Are you OK?” he asked her, nearly dreading the answer. He hadn’t been gentle in the least.

“More than OK,” she sighed. “Fabulous.” She sounded sleepy. Sated.

Satisfied.

Which filled Seth with his own satisfaction. Which made him want to hold her to him closely forever.

Seth rolled them to their sides, his arms going around her. Her head was pillowed on his arm and her hands clutched his arms where they enfolded her in his embrace, Scarlett lay with him looking as content as a newborn babe. He was almost afraid to break their truce, but he had to talk to her.

Had to know she’d meant it when she said she was his. “You know, I meant it when I said you’re mine, Scarlett. I’m going to marry you at the first possible opportunity.”

She snorted. “You have to ask me first. I’m not agreeing to anything in the heat of the moment.”

He might have been offended, but he could see that adorable, cocky smirk on her face. “You’re very satisfied with yourself, aren’t you?” He nipped her earlobe sharply. “Don’t think I won’t ask you, because I will. Probably in a stadium full of people at our next concert.”

“Well,” she gave a long-suffering sigh. “If you do that, I suppose I couldn’t turn you down. Wouldn’t want to crush your fragile ego or anything.”

They both chuckled. Seth was nearly giddy at the prospect. Scarlett was his. Would marry him. No, she hadn’t agreed outright, but he knew she would. They were like harmony and melody. They complemented each other. Belonged together.

“I love you, Scarlett Fyer.” The words bubbled up from his chest before he could censor them. Not that he wanted to. She needed to know his feelings for her, and he needed to acknowledge them.

“I knew that.” She giggled. “I’ve known that for a very long time.”

He frowned, then simply gouged her in the ribs, tickling her with a vengeance. “Oh, really? Nothing to say back to me?”

“Stop!” she shrieked, laughing as she struggled to get away from him.

“Not until you admit you love me too.”

“Stop it!” Her laughter was carefree. Fun. Almost as if she were prolonging the moment just to keep him from really stopping. She wiggled until she was facing him. When she quit struggling, Seth stopped tickling. For long moments, they lay there, looking into each other’s eyes. Both were smiling.

Finally, she reached out to push a lock of hair out of his eyes with gentle fingers. “I do love you, Seth Snow. I’ll always love you.”

Seth smiled at her before kissing her gently. “Good. Because you may well crush my fragile ego if you turn me down tomorrow.”

“Then I guess you better bring your cocky. Because I won’t submit to just any man.” There was a merry twinkle in her eye.

“Oh, it’s on,” he answered.

And it certainly was…