Page 48 of Slashes in the Snow
“Why?” I push her legs apart, exposing the sweetest, most vulnerable part of her body.
“Because you make me question everything?”
“Question the way I truly feel? What my true intentions are?”
“Yes,” she huffs as I blow on her clit.
“I’m going to put all those doubts to rest tonight.” I kiss the pink piece of flesh. “No more doubts. No more secrets. No more fears. I’ll give myself to you right now, if you do the same. If you tell me you’re mine. Pledge it to me.” I suck on her clit, hard enough to send a message, soft enough to make her respond.
“Ky,” she mewls.
“Do you want to be mine, Kira?” I lick and suck, gliding my tongue along her slit in light, airy strokes.
“Do you want to be mine?” Kira buckles, crunching up to look at me, her cheeks pink with need.
“I’m already yours, Kira. All yours.” I look her dead in the eyes. I have never given myself to another human being the way I have given myself to Kira. I’m drawn to her in ways I can’t explain. On a level so profound I can’t even comprehend it. The only thing I truly understand is that I need Kira in my life.
Period, end of story.
“Promise?” She latches onto my neck, desperate for my word. And I’ll give it to her. When it comes to Kira, I’ll give her anything.
“I promise.” And I mean it with every breath and every fiber. Every cell that swims through my veins.
We seal our pact with an intense, emotion-filled kiss that sets the sheets on fire and ignites the passion boiling right beneath the surface.
“Scream my name when you come. Scream that you’re all fucking mine.” I eat her out with no reserve or restraint or repression. Pulling out her pleasure as fast and as hard as my lips and hands will allow.
“Ky, Ky, Ky,” she pants, oppressed by the weight of her ecstasy. I finger her fast then slow, her pussy spasming from the oscillating sensations. A seesaw of highs and lows that drive her straight to the edge. Her body tenses, her breathing shallows, and her nails claw at the back of my neck. “Fuck, I’m yours,” she declares seconds before she shatters in a beautiful display of bliss. “I’m all fucking yours,” Kira nearly cries as she comes, and it’s a stunning stretch of surrender I wasn’t prepared for. Even though I wanted it, pushed for it, essentially begged for it, the reality of it reduces me to almost nothing. Kira has taken my heart hostage and is now holding it for ransom. A ransom I’m positive I’m never going to pay.
“Ky.” She murmurs my name so purely I rush up her body to kiss her. To lose myself in her. To hand myself over to her.
“You fucking destroy me, Snow.” I press my lips, hot and hungry, all over her face, and neck, and naked chest. I have finally come to realize I need more than just her body. I also need her love. “I—need—you.” It’s as close as I can come to professing my true feelings and not stumble all over myself.
“You have me,” she promises between emotive kisses. Kisses that hypnotize me. That break me down and nearly annihilate me.
“Roll over.” I urge her onto her stomach and pull her up to her knees. Making quick work of my fly, I release the fucking projectile my dick has suddenly become and sink into the one place that will cover the explosion.
“Ah, Ky,” Kira’s voice pitches as I thrust, the force too much.
“Fuck, sorry.” I cover her body with mine, anchoring one hand over hers, and tilting her chin up. “I told you I needed you.” I kiss her deliriously, hard up, and hungry to fuck. Kira clutches the comforter as I continue to pound away at her. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m fucking yours.” I hold her tightly against me, our choppy breaths mingling with each brutal thrust.
I’ve never been so rough with Kira before. Possessive, dominant, demanding, maybe, but not rough. Tonight is different, though. Everything is different. I need her more, crave her more, just demand so much fucking more.
And she gives me everything. Her body, her trust, her entire self.
Hard, fast, deep. Hard, fast, deep. Hard, fast, deepthe rhythm goes until the tip of my cock becomes so sensitive it could burst like a carnival balloon.
“Kira.” I shudder as my thighs go numb and all my energy drains rapidly in a rapturous way. “Fuck, baby.” My body and mind drift through a euphoric space, high off the woman I’m buried deep inside of.
I press a long, lingering kiss against her temple. “You take it like such a good girl.”
“You give it like such a bad boy.”
I growl and bite her neck. “I play to my strengths, Snow.”
“I want to be one of your strengths, Ky.”
“You already are, baby. You already are.”
