Chapter 34
THIRTY-FOUR
Austin
BEFORE SETTING ELLE DOWN ONTO my splitting slab, I peeled my coat away from her body with the animalistic force I could no longer contain. Self-control wasn’t at the forefront of my mind anymore.
Ravishing her was.
Waiting any longer to see her fully exposed wasn’t an option. I’d waited long enough, held back long enough, and dreamed of her long enough. It was time to show her how a real man showed up for his woman.
I wanted to keep her in the woodshed just long enough to show her how arousing the frostbitten air could feel when mixed with the heat of the moment, how the only warmth she’d ever need again could forever come from me.
Usually, the logs I collected and stashed were placed on the smooth surface in the center of the shed before I split them open, using pure, unfiltered strength.
I was ready to do the same to her.
Elle’s full teardrop breasts escaped from the bottom of her top when I tugged it over her head, which was more than enough to get my blood pumping.
The hot liquid pooled in my boxers with arousal so intense that it felt like the first time, but better.
Seeing her topless, resting back on bent elbows, staring up at me on the flat surface, clouded my vision.
Jesus Christ …
Perky nipples, possessed by the frigid draft creeping in under the door, gave her tits a look I could only describe as fucking luxurious.
If she ever graced a topless beach with her presence, no doubt she would become the cover model for the travel brochure.
Men would do terrible things to witness a chest like hers.
Me included.
“I’m f-f-freezing,” she chattered, with a look that told me she wasn’t used to the feeling but didn’t hate it.
I nodded, acknowledging it before my knees buckled.
I sank to the ground before her, leveling my face with her slightly spread thighs.
My hands—no longer controlled by reason—gripped opposing sides of her silky shorts.
Pulling forcefully, I shredded them from her hips before removing my shirt to show off my tattoos and the veins filled with longing that pulsed just for her.
Maybe she didn’t expect it from the honorable Chief Carterson, but the sneaky smile creeping across her face showed me she liked how feral she made me. How easily her presence possessed me.
Like blowing out a candle, I pursed my lips and let out a long-winded breath the moment I realized the panties I’d expected to find were never there. Their absence left her shaven pussy vulnerable—her purest form fully exposed to me.
I’d never seen a more mouthwatering sight.
Adrenaline-packed saliva slicked my tongue, fighting to stay inside my mouth. I swallowed. As hard as my dick begged me not to peel my eyes away from the most intimate part of Elle’s body, I couldn’t overlook her sultriness, her longing, silently begging for me.
She’d flashed me with her gorgeous teeth moments before. The stare she’d paired them with was anything but innocent. Her expression was desperate and bold, letting me know she needed me just as badly as I needed her. It was a realization that left me utterly untamed.
Broken by her.
Am I dreaming?
It was hard to tell when I straightened and leaned forward before my tongue crashed into hers. It wanted to dive deep into her soft pink lips, but my brain advised them to kiss her on the mouth first, like the gentleman I could never be in her presence again.
Her heated breaths entered my mouth. Every sweet puff cemented my addiction to her.
I got lost in her taste, unable to stop unleashing greedy nips on her tongue before they evolved into hungry bites, their placement dropping from her tongue to her bottom lip.
Eventually, they fell from her chin to her neck in the primal passion that overtook me like a whitecapped wave.
Nip.
Lick.
Suck.
The pattern continued.
“Oh my God,” she hummed, throwing her head back.
The low, addictive sound barely registered over the anticipation coiling through me.
I stood and inched forward, assuming a dominant stance above her. She remained on her back, waiting for me to pounce. The view from above amplified our vast size difference. I loved that I could devour her in one bite if I pleased.
Her lengthy gasp let me know she loved it too.
Nothing but pajama pants hung from the deep V of my hips. Elle was every bit the proper little princess, searching every bulging muscle of my body for rescue.
But I wasn’t the prince, swooping in to save her. No.
I was the dragon, coming to unleash fire on everything that had come before me—to destroy Jesse’s memory in her mind and replace it with one worthy of taking up space in her beautiful head.
Elle no longer wore her silken pajamas, yet a similar texture remained between her legs. The smoothness of her skin tempted my insatiable fingers, among other things, begging for a touch as they roamed her thighs and hips.
A sneaking suspicion told me my girl liked to be handled.
“Austin … I’m cold. I need your body to warm me back up … come closer.” Elle shivered, every inch of her vibrating.
Her request magnetized my mouth to the heart-shaped freckle just under her collarbone. An intimate detail about her that instantly hardened my already-stiff cock.
The sound of my name leaving her suck-swollen lips while I explored her body let me know my actions were right in line with her desires.
What we’d both been longing for.
“Did you know the human tongue holds strong around ninety-nine degrees?” I asked. Briefly, confusion crossed her face. “I bet it would feel amazing against your chest—don’t you think?” I added, grinning suggestively down at her. Her eyes met mine.
Our staring contest never broke, even while I allowed my starved tongue to taste her chest and make its way down her stomach. My saliva painted a slick line on her body in its wake.
Her rib cage bobbed with broken exhales, forcing me to stiffen my tongue on its downward path of destruction. That was, until it reached its final destination between the thighs she’d spread just for me—fully exposing her irresistible, glazed cunt.
“Christ, Elle …” I growled, undeserving of such utter perfection.
I paused just long enough to take a meditative inhale of her sweet scent, savoring the moment.
Between my girl’s slick inner thighs, I found the connection, the nourishment, I’d forever longed for, like nectar to a hummingbird.
Sweat, excitement, frostbite—I didn’t give a shit what had made her glisten; my tongue craved a taste.
It craved a whole damn meal made of her.
And it was dinnertime.
“I like to cool my meals off before devouring them,” I rumbled, surprising her with my sudden, upright movement.
“Wait. Don’t go!” She panicked, angled up, and pulled her knees inward—the opposite direction I preferred.
She didn’t understand why I’d stood. But she soon would.
That’s right, my little snow angel, I thought. Beg for me.
“I’ll be right back,” I assured her, placing my hand against her chest and inviting her to relax back on her bent elbows again.
She did, accepting my invitation. Inching toward the door, I looked over my shoulder at her once more and admired her like the goddamn masterpiece she was.
“Two seconds. Don’t you fucking move,” I warned.
An unnervingly cold breeze electrocuted my boner when I stepped out of the woodshed and frantically grabbed a handful of snow.
It wasn’t much, but the growing collection of flurries that had accumulated atop the nearby hydrangea blooms provided enough to serve their purpose.
Quickly, I returned to the shed, closing and latching the door behind me.
Before the icy handful could melt, I resumed my position, knelt before her, and leveled my eyes between Elle’s legs, setting my palmful of snow onto her now-swollen, pulsing clit.
The heat enveloping her pussy quickly liquefied the flakes and stole my movement.
I watched them melt and glide down her hungry, throbbing slit.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned gutturally. Firmly.
I’m done fucking around laced my profanity, and the blowing sensation was just bothersome enough to leave her panting for relief when it reached her velvety skin.
Her stomach quivered.
My shoulders flexed. I knew the sight before me would leave me hungover for months to come.
I sweltered in the heat of the moment, but evidence that the temperature was affecting Elle was all over her body.
She was naked after all. And it was below freezing.
Her body shook uncontrollably, chills stretching from her head to her pedicured toes. Time to heat her back up.
“Austin, please …”
Two words.
Two words—my new aphrodisiacs—were all it took to melt my tongue into her clit and give her the hot relief she was desperate for.
I drenched the pillowy pink skin between my girl’s legs, using every ounce of raw energy I had to unleash my fantasies into her.
The tip of my tongue became a wild flame, flicking her from side to side.
I devoured every drop she gave me.
The taste was otherworldly, an intoxicating mix of femininity and freshness that would forever live in my mind as a delicacy.
Like the first bite into a summer-ripe peach, her flavor was as refreshing as it was alluring.
I dived deeper into her for a better taste.
Sucking sounds filled the shed as I made out with the captivating pussy that spoke to me more than a mouth ever could.
I swallowed every pulse, savoring it as it coated my throat.
Every flex.
Every drop of her.
“Holy f-fuck. Yes …” she moaned, breathless in her conviction.
“You taste so damn good.” I slurped. “I could eat … you … forever.” Each individual word of my confession came in waves between the soft, slow, drooly kisses I placed onto her center.
Tasting her made my rock-solid boner as hard as a diamond. I felt pre-cum collect at the tip of my dick. Stroking it wasn’t necessary though because her scent alone kept me lost in a fog I never wanted to escape.
Her scent and taste stroked it for me.
Instead of touching myself, I slid one finger inside of her, gently circling in my pursuit of experiencing an even deeper part of Elle.
Immediately unable to resist, I stole my finger back and sucked it before adding a second into her tight cunt.
Her walls were tender and scorching as I dipped in and out of her.
After a minute, my jealous tongue returned to replace them.
The endless sensations unleashed something wild in Elle.
At least, it seemed that way when her left hand grabbed the handle of the tall axe stuck into the ground beside her.
Like a handlebar, one hand gripped it for dear life to get through my feast while the other slithered through my hair, teasing my scalp.
The pressure from her fingertips adjusted to match the tongue-lashing she was taking.
I could eat her all night and never tire of her.
On the other hand, I needed to suck her cum into my mouth like I needed air to breathe.
It was time to hear what Elle Madelyn sounded like when she lost total control.
Breaking the in-and-out pattern that crumbled her walls, I softened my tongue, flattening it over her clit as I nursed it back to health.
No, I wasn’t a doctor.
But I knew how to get the job done.
“Come for me. I need more of you,” I demanded, the growl in my voice leaving no room for rebuttal.
“I’m close, Chief …” Her grip tightened on my hair.
The admission hardened me so much that it was beginning to hurt. Throb. With my saliva, I created swirls of chaos. I spit and licked up my mess, repeatedly lapping up every last drop of desire I’d released onto and into her slick skin.
It was delicious.
“Yes … ahhh.” Her hips bucked uncontrollably when she cried out.
She fell to pieces on my lips, and I died inside, only being brought back to life by the creamy glaze filling my throat. Delighted, I swallowed, ensuring not a single drop escaped.
Our desperate cries echoed together through the shed.
Seconds later, I scooped her naked body into my arms, inhaling her residual moans into my lungs before kicking the woodshed door open in one sharp, lock-shattering motion.
It was finally time to carry Elle into my living room, lay her in front of the fireplace, and—if she wanted me to—take what I hoped would always be mine.
“We’re just getting started,” I whispered into her ear, presenting her through my front door like the queen she was.
The most unforgettable smile emerged through her postorgasmic bliss.