Rocked violently against him.
Until I came on his mouth, climaxing so hard the cabin seemed to be spinning.
Bo snarled against my core, but didn’t let up.
He just.
Kept.
Going.
I came again.
When I tried to shove his head away, he shoved my hand in return.
“Fucking stop, Ambrose,” I choked out, coming down from my second high with every part of me oversensitive.
He ripped his head back.
His eyes practically glowed with the beast inside him as he met my gaze. His mouth and chin glistened with his saliva and my pleasure.
When his tongue dragged over his bottom lip, like he couldn’t help but keep tasting me, a soft groan escaped me.
My lower half was clenching and unclenching as the aftershocks of my pleasure rolled through my entire body.
“I’m nowhere near done, Madi. You want me to stop?” His voice was barely controlled. He sounded nearly feral.
I bit my cheek to stop myself from moaning.
What had he done to me?
“I’m not used to this. Give me a minute.”
He waited.
His wild gaze burned into mine, our eyes locked.
I’d had sex before. Not a lot of it, and definitely nothing as intense as this, but Ihaddone it before. It had taken ages for me to get off, and I’d definitely never had a man look at me like that.
Like he was going to burn up if he didn’t have me.
Like the taste of me on his tongue was the only thing keeping him from shifting to his beast form.
Like I was consuming him just as much as he was consuming me.
So no, I wasn’t ready for more.
I wasn’t even sure I was ready to keep going.
What was going to happen if I did?
Could I lose myself to Ambrose Stevenson completely?
If I lost myself to him, if I let myself grow too attached or too connected, it was going to kill me to walk away when the snow melted.
And I’dhaveto walk away. He wasn’t leaving, and he obviously had no desire to claim me as his mate.
We were just… sating his hunger.
