Fuck, she stretches around me like a perfect god damn fit. Like her pussy was molded to curve with my dick.
Her hips roll and she rides me hard and steady gripping my shoulders, digging her nails into my heated flesh. Marking me. Claiming me with her crescent shaped indentions on my body. I thrust upward matching her strokes, hitting her deep so damn deep we become one unit.
One body.
One mind.
One soul tethered together by an invisible magnet.
Freya circles her hips, grinding on my cock. She’s so beautiful. Perfect. My palm slides up her neck, and I hold her by her throat with raw possession. I don’t choke her hard, but I squeeze to show her who she belongs to. Her breath hitches becoming erratic as she pants, loving every inch of my dick.
“Fuck, Death,” she moans on my name as her pussy clenches me so damn tight. Her muscles contract. Her orgasm rocks through her as her body trembles.
I slap her ass and give her a second to recover before I position her face down and ass up on the floor in front of the fireplace. I hold both her arms back over the dimples right above her ass as I slam in from behind making her ass cheeks clap. I pound into her sweet heat driving into her over and over again.
“Ah. Ah. Uh,” she cries out.
I pull out and jerk my dick against the seam of her ass, smearing my come over every inch of her back side. I grab her by the chin and jerk her head up to give her a kiss. “That what you wanted.”
She gives me a sated smirk that says its exactly what she wanted. I drop to my ass on the floor and pull Freya to my side. She curls into me. Dropping her head to curve between my shoulder and neck.
“Merry Christmas, babe.”
Her lips brush over my neck and the two of us stay where we are watching the snow continue to fall. Eventually she drifts to sleep, and I put her on the couch after I zip my jeans. I find a quilt to cover her with. I check the gas to make sure she’s good and warm. I can’t stay. Though every nerve in my body knows she’s mine.
Crow would slit my throat no questions asked. In his eyes Freya’s his baby girl and always will be. No man will ever be good enough. Especially not me.
I start out the door when her voice stops me. “Death?”
I glance over my shoulder as she sits up with the blanket wrapped around her waist. Her hair messy and wild. Lips swollen. Eyes slanted. That beautiful just fucked expression.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Got any plans for New Year’s Eve?”
I can’t fight the grin that spreads over my features, stretching to my eyes. “We’ll see.” I shrug my leather jacket back on.
I close the door and step into the bitter cold. Back to reality. The chill in the air creeps into my bones. I start off the porch when I hear my damn cell going off from inside the cabin. Fucking hell. Got so wrapped up in Freya I forgot about it.
The second I turn around to return for it the door opens. “You forgot this.” Christ. She’s naked other than the quilt draped over her shoulders.
All I want to do is charge back inside and take her all over again. Bury myself so deep that I forget where I begin and she ends.
I glance at the screen. Crow is calling me. Fuck. I shoot her a smile and answer as she watches. “Lo.”
“Need you up at the main now.”Click.
I tuck my cell in the pocket of my leather jacket. “See you around.”
Her soft, pink tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Maybe.” I wait till she closes the door and I hear the lock engage.
Back at the lodge that serves as the main clubhouse Crow is pacing the length of the bar, barefoot with his jeans on and nothing more. “Where the fuck you been?”
“Was talking to my kid and busted my fucking temple crawling through a window to let your brat into a cabin. Where’s your whore?”
“Shit is fucked,” he snarls and for a minute I wonder if he knows I was fucking Freya. “One minute that stupid cunt was taking my dick and the next I looked down and her eyes were rolled back in her head and foam was coming out her mouth.”
“Is she dead?”