She might be used to being in charge in her own life, but I won’t tolerate it in the bedroom.
Seeing the defiance in her emerald gaze only makes me more determined to tame her. Grabbing hold of Winter, I shove her back onto the bed. I begin to yank the tuxedo from my body as my eyes rake over every inch of her exposed skin.
She’s a fucking goddess.
I rip my shirt off and make quick work of my pants and underwear while kicking my shoes off. When I’m finally naked, Winter's eyes roam over my body, and her breathing begins to speed up as her green irises darken with a hungry look.
Placing a knee on the bed, I take hold of the white lace panties and drag them down her legs. When she’s totally naked, my eyes lower to the neat strip of ginger curls.
Winter begins to move, trying to sit up, and it makes me grab hold of her shoulders, pinning her down to the mattress. “Keep still,” I growl the instruction as I keep myself braced over her.
The expression on her face turns to a glare. “I’m not going to lie still like a docile submissive.”
Her fight makes my lips curve up, and then my mouth crashes against her.
“You will submit,” I growl against her lips before I bite her bottom lip and suck on it.
She tries to turn her face away from me, and it has me wrapping my fingers around her throat.
Winter grabs hold of my biceps, her nails digging into my skin, and then she pushes her body up against mine. Unlike before when we were in training, and I subdued her, feeling her bare breasts pressing against my chest makes me lose control.
I begin to ravish her mouth, my tongue brushing hard strokes against hers. Winter doesn’t submit one bit but matches my strokes with her own.
Wanting to gain the upper hand, I slip my other hand between her legs as I partially lie down over her. When I spread her open and my middle finger presses against her clit, her body jerks, and she gasps into my mouth.
Not giving her a moment to grow accustomed to my touch, I begin to rub hard circles around the sensitive bud. Winter’s breaths start to rush against my lips, and lifting my head, I capture her eyes, filled with an inferno of heat.
My voice is low as I say, “Submit.”
“No,” she gasps, every muscle in her body tightening beneath me.
I increase the pressure on her clit, and without any warning, I thrust a finger inside her. Her inner walls instantly clench around me, trying to suck me deeper. I pull my finger out and return to punishing her clit until her features begin to tighten.
“Come, Princess,” I murmur, my voice deep with the need to see her lose control.
Her grip on my biceps tightens, and then her body begins to shudder as a whimper escapes her lips.
She doesn’t look away as her orgasm hits. Instead, Winter keeps her eyes locked on mine. Her lips part with a moan, and then her body bows against mine.
Pleasure strips the defiance from her face, and I’m rewarded with soft moans as she rides out her orgasm against my hand.
When her body slumps back against the bed, my lips curve up into a victorious smile.
“Two can play this game,” I murmur as I lean forward to claim Winter's mouth so I can feel her breaths rush over mine. “You can’t win, Princess. Not against me.”
Chapter 18
WINTER
I must be sick because it’s one hell of a turn-on to fight Damien in bed.
The corner of my mouth lifts as I push against him, trying to get him onto his back. The man is a mountain, though, and I quickly give up.
It makes him chuckle into my mouth before his tongue sweeps over mine. Feeling his naked body pressing against mine makes me tremble for more.
The kiss grows rough until my lips are tingling from the friction. I move my hands to Damien’s chest and slowly brush my palms over his skin as I drink in the feel of every rippling muscle.
His body. God, his body. Just looking at him in all his naked glory was enough to make my ovaries go up in flames, and now I get to touch him.
By the time I reach his abs, I’m almost drunk on the feel of him. I keep going lower, my fingers dancing over the chiseled curves of his hips. My temperature spikes, and I’m in danger of overheating as I flatten my hands over his ass.
Damien reaches down, and grabbing hold of my thighs, he yanks my legs open. Instantly his hard length settles against my pulsing core.
My mind clouds over with lust, and I whimper into his mouth. In return, his teeth tugs at my bottom lip, and he presses his cock hard against my sensitive flesh.
The trembling in my body grows as I pass the point of fighting for control. I just want Damien inside me.
God, fuck me already.
Instead of getting what I want, Damien breaks the kiss, and locking his burning gaze with mine, he slowly begins to rub his cock against me.
I need more. So much more.
I widen my legs as much as I can, giving Damien full access.
Still, he doesn’t thrust inside me but instead sets my body alight with need as he keeps slowly rubbing his thick length against me.
I dig my nails into his ass, and it only makes his lips curve up.
“Submit,” he growls, the sound of his low voice making my abdomen clench.
For a moment, the head of his cock flirts with my opening, but then he goes back to stroking my clit.
When I tilt my hips up for more friction, Damien pulls away. His lips brush over the side of my neck until he reaches the scar, and then he sucks hard. I gasp as my fingers move up the wide expanse of his back.
Damien moves lower, placing soft bites over my collar bone and down to my breasts. When his mouth finds my nipple, he sucks it hard into his mouth. There’s a sharp twinge before he soothes my pebbled flesh with his tongue and lips. He keeps repeating the action until I’m breathlessly arching myself, shoving my breasts shamelessly into his face.
It makes a low growl build in Damien’s throat, and when the sound ripples over his lips, he moves down to my stomach. His tongue lashes at my skin, his teeth nipping as he works his way down to my clit.
My entire body tightens, and my hips bow off the bed as I once again press myself into his face. I grab hold of the back of his head with the full intention of keeping him imprisoned between my thighs so I can ride his mouth until I orgasm. But my strength is nothing compared to Damien’s. He only bites me softly before easily pulling free of my hold and crawling back up my body.
I let out a frustrated groan, making the corner of his mouth lift in a ravenous smirk.
“Submit, Princess,” he growls as he braces his body over mine.
I almost give in but manage to shake my head as my eyes drift down his muscled body until settling on his hard length.
I begin to reach for him, but he grabs hold of my hand and pins it down above my head. Shaking his head, he settles himself between my legs and rests his full weight on me.
It feels glorious.
“You want my cock,” he murmurs as he nips at my mouth. “Admit it, Princess. You need me to fuck you.”
Again I manage to shake my head. Just barely, though.
As punishment, his hips rock forward, his erection rubbing my clit into a frenzy.
With my free hand, I grab hold of his ass again, but Damien takes that hand too and effortlessly pins it next to the other above my head. With one hand, he keeps hold of my wrists, and with a wolfish grin spreading over his face, he keeps the torment up by rubbing himself against me.