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I woke up feeling another wave of heat flooding my body, vibrating, sweet energy that pulsed through every cell, electrifying me and filling me with turbulent currents of lust.

Snuggled up against Winter, I lay there blissfully, my body pressed to his, skin to skin. Apparently, he had taken off his clothes while I was sleeping, and now he was holding me in a tight grip. I could smell his body; the scent was getting stronger, the lavender aroma sweeter, even though it was only the third day without suppressants. When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was lying in a field of purple flowers. The scent was truly hypnotic. I almost burrowed into him, my arms wrapping tightly around Winter. We were already tangled together, but I still craved more contact.

"Winter, please," I murmured.

Then my hands instinctively slid down his muscular back and landed on his butt. The firm, perfect curve sparked an even greater fire in my veins.

"Winter, can I—I want to be inside you," I whispered, my voice breaking with excitement as I struggled to catch my breath.

Winter’s silver eyes slowly opened, his frosty lashes fluttering slightly.

"Maybe you'd like it differently this time?"

Just hearing those words, promising something new, sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.

"With you, any way is fine!"

Winter’s mouth lazily slid along my neck, his tongue brushing over my glands. His lips were slightly moist, warm.

He gradually shifted positions, ending up on top of me, his thighs straddling my hips. That’s when I realized what he was preparing for: the rider position!

A subtle smile played on his lips as he left feather-light kisses on my chest, slowly making his way down.

His pink lips soon hovered inches from my cock—one of my favorite sights. When they touched it, my shaft throbbed, releasing a thin stream of pre-cum. Winter’s tongue slid along the slit on the tip, and his face took on that expression I’d imagined so often: ‘an island of sensuality in an ocean of coolness’, the side of him that was always hidden from the world.

Even his eyes looked different—dreamier, hazier, almost sweet. I reached out and brushed his cheek, letting my finger wander to his lips, which were busy leaving soft kisses on my shaft, now standing proud like a flagpole. His lips worked just as I’d fantasized, making incredibly gentle, sensual motions.

"God, your divine lips… You're so sexy, Winter. I want you so bad," I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Winter gave me a coy smile. Then, with one hand, he scooped up the overflowing pre-cum and slid his hand between his thighs, probably to lube himself up.

Then came the moment that really got me: he rose above me, straddling my hips, and asked, "Ready?"

"I’m always ready with you, Winter," I replied, trying to sound steady despite the hunger building uncontrollably inside me.

He flashed that flirtatious smile again, then lifted himself up on his thighs, aligning his entrance with my erection. He began to lower himself at an amazingly smooth and quick pace. In no time, he had swallowed my entire length, and his face lit up with a mixture of relief, excitement, and relaxation, all blending together and softening his sculpted features.

I raised my hands, running them along his thighs and hips, brushing across his beautiful, perfectly ripped eight-pack abs.

"This is like the fulfillment of every wet dream I’ve had about you," I muttered, completely swept up in the sensation, tightness around my cock, warmth, the perfect fit.

Then came the even better part: Winter started moving, first slowly, lifting himself only a little, and I could see thin strands of pre-cum sliding down my shaft as it emerged and then disappeared into his tight passage.

Hypnotized, I stared at the divine spectacle unfolding before me; this man with a perfectly defined, toned body rising and falling above me, his thighs working in steady rhythm, his long hair cascading down his chest in thick white waves. It really felt like I was making love to an ice elf.

The rhythm intensified, and I had to summon all my willpower to avoid cumming immediately. But in heat mode, climaxing multiple times was inevitable. And that’s exactly what happened. My body was seized by intense ecstasy, and I exploded inside Winter, barely lasting two minutes under his ride.

Still, I remained hard, continuing to enjoy the incredible sight in front of me. Winter’s erection bounced with his movements, and I grasped it. He let out a soft growl. Droplets of pre-cum landed on my abdomen, and I gathered some on my fingertips, then slid my thumb into my mouth, all while Winter’s eyes stayed locked on me. He didn’t stop. Up and down, up and down…

Soon, he moved faster, and I watched the muscles in his body work more powerfully—his abs pulling his pelvis upward, every motion smooth and controlled. He was in such amazing shape, his body didn’t even sweat as he rode me. I felt like I might actually be able to come again before the end.

And so it happened… Winter sped up, and something boiled in my veins, I was about to burst, like I’d explode into pink bubbles. The pleasure was overflowing, suffocating me, drowning me, but I would die happily.

"Winter, Winter…" I exclaimed, rubbing his dick harder, and he responded with a soft, stifled moan.

"Oh, Sariel," he muttered.

And at that moment, a hot stream of his cum shot between my fingers, splattering onto my stomach and chest. My body surged with the wave of his orgasm, fueling my own, and my knot began to swell. I felt the middle of my shaft expand, locking me inside him. My beautiful lover let out a peculiar sound, then gently collapsed onto my chest.

His cheeks were deeply flushed, and I pulled him close, capturing his lips in a hot, devouring kiss.

So damn happy, I forgot everything around us. With my eyes closed, I felt the pleasant weight of Winter on top of me… and fell asleep, still connected to him by my knot.