CHAPTER XLVII
I stepped out of my office, a wave of longing washing over me and pulling me toward the comfort only my angel could provide. I craved her presence, her soothing touch that could silence the chaos swirling in my mind.
I opened the door to my room without knocking. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I found Winter's silhouette on the bed. And in an instant, the tumult of my day began to fade away. Anger, frustration, and fear melted into the shadows, leaving only a deep sense of peace from being in her presence.
I moved closer, my heart steadying as I sat on the edge of the bed. Watching her, I noticed how her eyes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly as if lost in a dream, though I knew she was awake. When she truly slept, the gentle sound of her snores filled the air, and her lips parted in a way that made her look blissfully content, as if she held the world’s happiness within her.
My fingertips caressed her soft cheek as I leaned in closer. As her eyes slowly opened, her gaze held me steady like an anchor out at sea. And in that instant, the tension in my body dissipated.
"Hi," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, yet it resonated with a warmth that enveloped me.
She shifted in bed, sitting up slowly, and Demon leaped off. My eyes swept over her; she was wearing a cute red and white flannel set, an image of innocence.
She inclined her head, studying me. "Are you okay?" she asked almost hesitantly.
"I will be," I replied, reaching for her soft hand, my thumb brushing small circles around her wrist. "Come to bed with me," I pleaded, hating the vulnerability in my tone.
"Okay."
She rose from the bed and took my hand, and our fingers intertwined as we left the room. Step by step, we walked together to my room. The door clicked shut, and as I turned, my breath caught in my throat. There she stood, my angel. Her hands rested behind her back, and I knew that playful, mischievous look all too well. It was a look that said she wanted me.
My dick awakened, and my heart pulsated erratically in my chest. She sauntered toward me, each step deliberate and full of intent. My breath quickened as she took my hand and guided me toward the bathroom. Once the door shut, she slowly undressed me, her touch sending electric shocks through my body. A hiss escaped my lips as her hand brushed against my hard dick.
With each article of clothing that fell away, my desire for her intensified. Her body was a work of art, a masterpiece that I longed to explore and worship. My gaze traveled over her perky breasts, taut nipples, and down to her rounded hips.
When she turned on the shower, my eyes were glued on her round ass.
She turned to me, a smirk playing on her lips, and I knew I had been caught staring. But I didn't care. I would give her anything she wanted.
Offering her hand, she silently invited me to join her in the shower. I was usually in control, but the rules didn't apply with Winter. She owned my heart, and I was a slave to her.
The warm water hit us as she squirted a generous amount of body wash onto the loofah. With circular motions, she cleaned my body with her soothing touch. From my chest to my arms and hands, she washed away the day's tensions.
My stomach tightened with anticipation as she moved lower. Her gaze, filled with innocence and desire, held mine as she washed my abs, my cock twitching with need. Her touch was gentle as she cleaned my sensitive balls and hard cock, her fingers teasing. Kneeling before me, she continued washing my legs with slow, deliberate strokes. Every fiber of my being urged me to take her, to claim her mouth, her body. But I held back, my fists clenched at my sides, and reminded myself that this was her way of showing love for me.
After she washed my hair and face, we stepped out of the shower. We dried each other tenderly, our touches speaking volumes of our unspoken passion. Still naked, we returned to the bedroom, where she guided me to bed.
"Lay down," she whispered, her voice thick with lust.
I raised an eyebrow and complied, my body throbbing with need
“Can I... can I ride you?” she asked, a mix of shyness and anticipation in her voice.
My fingers trailed along her skin. "You want to ride my dick?" I asked with a playful smirk, enjoying the flush that spread across her cheeks.
She nodded, her breath quickening.
"You don't need permission, Angel. You can take whatever you want from me." My voice came out low and husky.
Winter brought out a side of me that no other woman had. She made me want to indulge in foreplay, to explore her desires, and to talk dirty until I saw the heat of arousal in her eyes.
Winter, my naked, sweetest temptation, crawled toward me on the bed. Her eyes never left mine as she positioned herself on my lap, her hands resting on my chest.
"I'm a bad influence, aren't I?" I teased, my thumb brushing her lower lip.
She grinned, a spark of mischief in her eyes. "Maybe just a little." Her gaze fell to my aching arousal.
"If you keep looking at it like that, it's going to explode, and you'll be covered in my cum," I warned her with a wicked grin.
This was what I need right now. Winter . My Angel.
Her eyes widened, and her laughter filled the room. I couldn’t help but smile at the sound, feeling that familiar tug in my chest. Winter affected me like no other, and I couldn’t deny the depth of my feelings for her.
"Why so scared, Angel?" I asked softly, seeing the trepidation in her eyes.
She bit her lip again and moved her gaze to my dick. "I want to try something."
Raising an eyebrow, I feigned ignorance. "Oh, yeah?"
A playful glint danced in her eyes, and just as I reached out to pull her closer, she raised her hands, stopping me in my tracks. “I want to be the one in control this time,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.
Oh, fuck.
My heart raced. I’d always been the one in control, the one calling the shots in the bedroom. The mere thought of being bound and surrendering my power felt like stepping into uncharted territory. It scared the shit out of me to allow a woman to cuff me to the bed while she rode me hard. But it also sent a thrill of fear and excitement through my veins.
But then I remembered Selena and the betrayal that still haunted me. Trusting someone again was a risk I wasn’t willing to take, and yet, as I gazed into Winter’s eyes, I saw a spark of innocence that pulled at my heartstrings. There was something about her, something that made me want to break my own rules and give in to her every whim.
Maybe normal people would call this love, but I knew better. This was an obsession—a dangerously intoxicating one. Winter was my obsession, and as I laid there, caught between fear and desire, I realized that for her, I might just be willing to let go.
I replied, a teasing lilt in my voice, trying to mask the tumult of emotions swirling within me. “You think you can handle me?”
Her smile widened, the challenge sparking between us like electricity. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”
"Okay, baby. You can have your way with me." I pulled her closer, my hands grasping her curvaceous ass. Her lips were inches from mine, a mischievous smile playing on her plump lips. I couldn't resist any longer and crushed our mouths together, my tongue seeking hers in a passionate dance. Her giggle vibrated through our kiss, and as she pulled away, her tender gaze pierced my soul. I wanted her—heart, body, and soul. I wanted to keep her safe, to love her fiercely, to mark her as mine, and to create a future with her.
Fucking feelings.
Lost in my head and my growing obsession with Winter, I almost didn't notice the soft click of the handcuff around my wrist. Her breasts brushed against my face as she leaned over, and I captured one pert nipple between my teeth, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. My hips bucked involuntarily, driven by the raw desire coursing through my body. I needed to feel her, all of her, now .
As if reading my mind, she threw her head back, and my precum leaked from the tip from her moans alone. I wrapped an arm around her waist while my mouth continued its assault on her delicate skin. I was ravenous, starving for her taste. She cried out, her pleasure fueling my own aching need.
"You're driving me crazy, woman," I growled, my voice hoarse with desire.
She rubbed her pussy against my stomach, seeking that delicious friction, teasing us both. Our bodies glistened with sweat, and our breaths came in short, sharp pants as we teetered on the edge of control. But the dam was about to break, and when it did, I yanked the cuffs from the bedframe, causing Winter to scream and tumble onto her back, taking me with her.
Our eyes locked, and I saw the same raw emotion I felt reflected in her gaze. This was more than just a physical connection. This was love.
"This isn't fair, Nico!" She giggled in frustration. "I want to ride you."
We were in our own little world, our laughter filling the room, and for me, it was a rare and beautiful sound. A sound I hadn't heard in years or shared with a woman. A sense of peace washed over me. Her laughter soothed my soul, and this woman, my angel, was something special. Something worth fighting for.
I grinned and lowered my mouth to her ear and whispered, "Fine.” My hands gently traveled up her sides, capturing her waist. With a swift yet gentle motion, I reversed our positions, granting her the power to take control. "Ride me."
I felt her warmth as she slowly lowered herself onto me, a devilish smile playing on her lips.
The rhythm of our bodies became a sensual dance. Winter rode me like a porn star, her hips moving in perfect sync with mine. Our moans filled the room, and the heat between us built, our bodies glistening with sweat.
With a sultry glance, she arched her back, exposing her body to my hungry gaze. She moved her arms behind her to brace herself, resting on the mattress beside my legs. I tucked my arms behind my head, watching her.
The pace quickened and Winter's breath became ragged. I could feel her closeness, her need mirroring my own. I sat up, wrapping my arms tightly around her. Our bodies moved as one, our hearts pounding in unison.
I buried my head between her breasts. “You feel so good," I whispered. I pulled one of her breasts into my mouth, lavishing it with my tongue, biting gently, claiming her. Her sharp intake of breath told me she felt the same undeniable connection.
The familiar, delicious tension built in my body, signaling my impending release. "Are you ready, baby?" I asked, my voice hoarse. My hips thrust deeper, faster, matching her rhythm.
"Yes," she breathed, her eyes closing in sheer ecstasy. Her lips found mine, kissing me deeply, passionately. Our climaxes washed over us, a tidal wave of sensation.
I continued to thrust, my body still alive with pleasure. My heart was laid bare as I confessed the words I hadn’t spoken to anyone since I was eighteen. "I fucking love you."