Gavin
As soon as the declaration leaves my lips, I palm the door on both sides, tempted to kick it down.
I’m going to fucking break it down in five seconds if she doesn’t answer.
I see the way she flushes. I know the way her pulse rockets when I look at her. We almost kissed in the woods, but I knew if I claimed those lips—got a taste, I wouldn’t be able to stop. And when I kiss her, I want her to be unafraid.
My sights are set on her because I know she feels it too; she’s just too scared to let herself fall with me.
I lose my patience. My sanity. My fucking voice of reason when it comes to her. I lost it a long time ago.
The door swings open fast and hard. It makes the cold air whip across my face.
Her eyes darken. Those fucking honey brown eyes that drive me wild. Brown eyes are the most common eye color in the world, but hers feel like the rarest ones of all to me.
“Finish the game, sweetheart.” I take a step closer to her. Taking her in from head to toe, stopping at her chest. It rises and falls faster and harder the closer I get. “I dare you to kiss me.”
“No.”
My heart sinks.
“Please, sweetheart. I want to know what heaven tastes like. Just once. I’ll be a good fucking man who begs.
” I brush my lips against her cheek. “I’ll go slow.
” I kiss her neck, and I hear her moan, arching her back.
“Or if you want, I’ll go hard and fast. I’ll make it last all night or until you pass out. It’s all I want.”
I need it. I need her so bad.
“Gavin,” she purrs, breathless.
God, I’m a mad man hearing her say my name like that.
Jesus.
I thread my fingers through her hair and pull firmly from the base.
Her head dips back, exposing her neck, and she presses her full breasts against my chest. Her perfectly peaked nipples are felt through her shirt, and I want to know what they would feel like inside my mouth.
Our warm flesh connects, and it sends a rush of fire straight below my waist.
“I dare you to kiss me…please.”
“I’m saying no, because I don’t just want a kiss, Gavin. I want more.” She tangles her fingers into my shirt and pulls me in closer, rough and demanding. The version of her I’ve been dreaming about is here in front of me, and I’m about to come undone.
Fuck.
I’m not the only one begging tonight. It’s getting my dick hard, making me more damn feral for this woman.
“Give me more, Gavin. I want all of you all night,” she declares sensually.
“Force me,” she breathes, her brown eyes lighting up with intrigue.
“Take it from me. Take all you need tell me I’m beautiful.
” Her eyes plead with me, and I wish Liam were here so I can fucking kill him, and then fuck her in his blood for making her feel less than.
I grab her face, my fingers snaking into her thick curls, and pull her in until her breath is ghosting my lips. “Coraline. You are more than just beautiful. That word doesn’t do your beauty justice. You’re celestial. Out of this world, so goddamn celestial.”
She sucks in a breath, her cheeks and neck pinkening. Her nails fumble with my belt, but I let her take control and pull it out of the hooks.
“Do you want me to take you right now against this door?” I push her against it, her breasts bouncing.
“Yes. Tell me what you like.”
“I like you. I want to see you tied up and gag you with my fingers and dick. I won’t even pull the rest of your clothes off because I don’t want to waste a damn second. I’ll pull your panties aside, unzip my jeans, and stick my cock in you. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” She nods, breathlessly. “I want to try it rough, names, pain. The dirtier, the better.”
Fucking fuck.
“You’re perfect.” I hook my arm around her waist and pull her into mine.
Her eyes widen, gasping as she looks down.
I grip her hand and thrust into it. “Your existence does this to me, sweetheart. Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you? Do you feel what you do to me? You make me crazy.” I thrust against her again.
She bites her lip, then swipes it with her tongue.
I want her to wrap those full pink lips around my cock.
“I’m going to come right now in my damn pants because I’m so fucking pathetic for you. ”
I’m in a trance. She wants this just as badly as I do—my celestial artist.
“Don’t,” she pants. “Don’t come right now.
” She slips her hand through my waistband, managing to get past my belt and around my length.
I shut my eyes tight as she wraps her hot, soft hand around me and gives me one slow stroke.
Then, she leans forward and stops until she’s at my ear.
“I’m on birth control. I want it all inside me. ”
Jesus.
This mouth.
I pick her up in a second. Before I can close the door behind us, her lips are crashing against mine, full of need and sensuality.
Every brush of her lips sends a pulse straight to my heart, solidifying my obsession with her.
In fact, it’s been upgraded to another tier after kissing her.
She feels just how I imagined she would.
Soft. Heavenly. Perfect. And so damn celestial.
My tongue immediately dominates hers. She wraps her hands around my neck as I dig my fingers into her thighs.
I slam her against the wall and fulfill the promise.
I pull her pants down, move her panties to the side just enough to expose her weeping pussy, and drive only the tip of me inside.
I immediately groan as I sink into her slowly.
I need her to stay in Alaska with me forever. My chest tightens, and the ability to breathe is impossible every time she looks at me.
Like right now, I feel like I can’t breathe.
She’s here with me. Underneath me. This is real.
She’s too beautiful. The kind of beauty that makes you think she would never say yes to a date with me, because she’s out of this world, magnetic, and divine.
“Oh, my fuck, Gavin. You’re too big.” She moans and mewls against my lips.
Fuck, she begs so fucking pretty. Using the palm of her hands, she tries to scoot away, but I pull her hair again, keeping her in place, and she smiles through it.
“Force it from me, Gavin. Take me. Now.” She licks my lips and looks down at our connection.
“You’re going to be a good filthy girl and take it, won’t you, sweetheart?”
I push more in slowly and groan. She’s so damn wet and soft. She scratches my back, her nails stabbing deep, and I slap the wall from how good the pain feels, knowing it’s coming from her.
“Say it. Say you can take it,” I growl.
“I can take it all night.”
I drive all the way deep until I can’t go any more. I’m hitting a spot, and she gasps, her head dipping back, with only the whites of her eyes showing.
“So tight.” I plug my fingers into her mouth, imagining her on her knees. She sucks and moans around them. I remove them from her mouth and grip her ass. She takes me completely, as if she were made for me.
If she’s going to leave me when the snowstorm is over, I’m going to make sure these memories will haunt her for the rest of her life. She’s going to remember how good it felt to be my little whore when she goes back home.
“I’m going to make sure you won’t be able to move on from this because every time another man kisses you, it’ll be my lips you’re picturing. Every time another man holds you, it’ll be my arms you’ll wish for. Every time another man is inside you, it’ll be my cock and name you’ll be screaming for.”
I pull my dick out and groan.
Fuck.
“Gavin, I, uh, I’m married,” she breathes, the fear and trauma evident in her expression. Liam has done a number on her, breaking her confidence.
“Coraline.” I pull down her shirt until her breasts are exposed. “Do you want to talk? Or do you want to get fucked? Because Liam’s wife is my whore tonight,” I declare slowly.
She slams her lips onto mine.
“That’s what I thought.” I snicker.
She screams against my lips, my length stretching her. I pump slowly, and with each thrust, her breasts bounce, her perfect brown nipples calling my name. I want to suck, bite, and fuck them.
“I’m going to fuck his imprint out of you until you can only remember mine.
” I trail kisses down her chest until my mouth is on her perfectly pointed peaks next.
I pull out and rush back in. Her warm, soft walls grip me tighter.
She gasps, moans, and pumps her hips until she’s fucking me back, meeting me pound for pound as I suck on her nipple.
I go to the other one, equally worshipping her.
“I’m going to fuck any doubt you have of yourself away. That fucker poisoned your mind with his own misery, but you are mine now.”
Sex has always been fast and quick. A chore that needed to get done. An itch to scratch. But it’s different with Coraline. I don’t want this to be over after one round. I want forever. She’s different. No one has ever come close to what she tastes like. I’m truly fucked.
“I want you all night, over and over again until you’re crying out my name, and you can’t remember anything but how good it feels to be mine. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she says in a high-pitched guttural moan.
“Good girl. My good girl.”
I pull down her panties until they’re hanging around her ankles and line myself at her entrance again. Her nails stab into my back as I slam inside. She’s cut me open, but I don’t care. She can make me bleed and come, and I’ll make her clean up her mess.
“Eyes on the mirror, I need you to see how fucking sexy you look. I need you to remember this image. I need you to remember how it feels to be my whore and how you look when you’re getting your brains fucked out of you.”
I turn her around and walk her to the standing mirror in the corner of my bedroom.
Her cheeks are red, her mouth gaped open, perfect full breasts and brown nipples making my mouth water.
I press her hands on either side of the standing mirror and slap her ass.
Lifting her waist, I sink back into her tight, wet hole, and dig my fingers into her hips. She rises to her toes as I thrust deep.
“Gavin!” She cries out my name like I knew she would. I could hear her scream it over and over again, never getting tired of her sweet voice.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to finish already.”
Holding her up by her hair, I smirk as I angle her face toward the mirror. She looks at herself as she finishes, making me wish I could eat her out and fuck her at the same time.
“We were made for each other, baby.”