Page 32 of Silent Snowfall

“Tell me how it feels,” he growled against my ear.

“Good,” I gasped. “So good. Cavolo, Nico, don’t stop. Please! Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t.”

His pace increased. His control slipped. He drove into me with enough force to rock the bed frame against the wall. But I was beyond the point of caring. Each thrust sent the vibrator buzzing against my clit, and each buzz sent another jolt of pleasure up my spine, building on the last until I was climbing toward a third peak, I wasn’t sure my body could handle.

His hand found my breast. He squeezed. He circled my nipple until it ached. I wanted him to suck it, but I couldn’t find the words. Besides, his mouth was on my neck. He nipped at my pulse as he pushed me toward the edge.

A sad, painful secret split through my chest. I’d never come during sex. My brain chose that moment to remind me.

But my body didn’t listen.

His cock…his attention…it was enough.

It was perfect.

“I’m going to come,” I whimpered.

“Then fucking do it,” he said, and fucked into me so hard the headboard hit the wall with a crack.

I moaned desperately.

“Carina, I need to feel you come on my cock. Do it,” he growled. “Come for me.”

The third orgasm tore through me like something being ripped out by the roots. My entire body seized, back bowing off the bed, a scream tearing from my throat, and I was dimly, distantly grateful for the pillow that was once again smothering my face. The contractions around his cock were violent, rhythmic, milking him as he drove into me through every pulse, and the vibrator continued its onslaught, extending the pleasure into something that bordered on torment.

“You’re fucking perfect, Rose.”

The words were far away, glittering on the edge of bliss.

The praise laced with the release, making me float in a sea of pleasure.

Somewhere back on earth, that monster in the dark thrust hard then groaned.

That primal sound was dragged straight from his soul.

Gasping for air, I focused on him as his hips stuttered. His cock pulsed inside me as he emptied into the condom. His body went rigid above me, muscles locked. For one suspended moment we were fused together, shaking, breath mingling. The pillow was gone a second later, and his forehead pressed to mine as we rode out the aftershocks in tandem.

His weight came down on me, and I welcomed it. He didn’t crush me. I basked in the solid, warm press of him. The smell of sweat and sex and that faint, elusive scent that was just him surrounded us.

What happened now?

I slid my hands down his spine, enjoying the feel of his body for a few more precious seconds, hating the doubt that crept into the places left empty by the release.

He brushed the hair off my face and pressed his lips against my forehead. “You did so well, carina.”

I smiled shakily, glad for the cover of night that he couldn’t see.

I wanted to kiss his mouth, but I didn’t reach for him. A kiss felt too intimate, even after the carnal acts we’d just shared. When he didn’t offer one, my heart stuttered painfully.

It was okay. I didn’t need that.

That’s another lie….

His breathing gradually slowed, and his heartbeat thundering against my chest settled into a steadier rhythm.

“Sshhh, it’s alright,” he rasped against my skin. “I’m not done with you.”