Winter Ice (Storm for All Seasons 3)

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Logan took her into his arms and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her back. He grabbed her buttocks and drew her against his erection, rubbing his cock against her throbbing clit.

"Logan, please."

"Not yet," he said gruffly. "Watch."

Dropping to his knees, he spread her legs, reaching between them to stroke her slit.

Juices poured from her, wetting his questing fingers. He slipped them into his mouth and tasted her, then looked up and smiled.

"Watch me eat you, Sophie."

She glanced at the mirrors, her gaze transfixed as his tongue snaked out and licked her bare sex. When he took her clit in his mouth, she couldn't hold back the whimper of need that filled her.

Being able to see what he was doing took her arousal even higher. Her womb clenched with the need to feel him inside her, to sail over the edge of reason with him.

She stroked his hair, caressing it softly, gently, as his tongue caressed her clit.

Resting her feet on his shoulders, she gave him complete access to the most intimate part of her, spreading her legs wide and lifting her hips to feed her pussy to him.

Then she couldn't think any longer, could only watch in rapture as he thrust his tongue inside her slit and lapped up her juices. When she thought she couldn't take any more, he moved to her clit, enclosing his lips around it and sucking the nub into his mouth, at the same time slipping two fingers into her cunt.

"Oh, God, Logan. Oh, God." The first tremors of orgasm built. He thrust his fingers faster and deeper. Her pussy grabbed and held, squeezing them as she fell into oblivion.

She cried out her pleasure and ground her sex against his mouth, offering him her release, which he lapped up greedily.

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Before the spasms had completely settled, he flipped her around to face the mirror of the bathroom counter.

Bending forward, she braced her palms on the cool marble, still feeling the aftereffects of her climax pulsing through her.

"Watch," he whispered, then settled between her outstretched legs and plunged his hard cock inside her.

She whimpered, tensed, cried out, then came again at his first thrust.

Snow began to fall. Lightly at first, then harder, cool wind swirling around them as the bathroom became a wintry spectacle of snow, ice and sleet.

Yet she felt no cold, only a blissful relief from the heat surrounding her.

She gasped as Logan filled her, the walls of her cunt clamping down around his shaft.

If she looked to the mirrored side of the wall, she could watch his long cock sliding in and out of her. When he withdrew, his shaft was covered with her slick juices, making it easier to slip back inside, burying himself to the hilt.

Her belly clenched in a spasm of painfully sweet need, the visuals intensifying her pleasure. To be able to see what she felt was an amazing experience. She'd never watched herself get fucked before. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen.

Logan reached for her breasts, pinching her nipples, drawing out need that racked her body with spasms so powerful they made her legs quiver.

Who was that woman in the mirror? Her face was flushed, her hair mussed.

Snowflakes lay like sparkling glitter in her hair and on her body. It was like being fucked outside.

His face was tight, drawn with intense passion and heat as he drove harder each time. He moved one hand over her hips and lower, teasing between her legs.

His cock filled her, and yet he still slid two fingers inside, pistoning them alongside his shaft, something she'd never felt before.

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It felt like two men were fucking her at the same time. She'd never been so filled before, never experienced the heady sensation of having a man's fingers tunnel inside next to his shaft, completely stretching her until she thought she would scream from the exquisite sensations. Her cunt squeezed, her vaginal walls clamping down around his cock and his fingers, readying for a burst of orgasm.

Just as she was primed to fly over the edge, he withdrew his fingers and moistened her anus with her fluids. She glanced at his face, his expression concentrated, determined. He met her gaze and one side of his mouth curled in a wicked grin.

His fingers poised at the entrance to her anus, he asked, "You want this?"

Without hesitation she answered. "Yes."

Logan gently probed the rosette, pushing one finger inside her. She was tight, yet well lubricated with her own juices as he worked his finger in and out, stretching her, readying her. Not once did he stop the thrusting movements of his cock.

The sensation was indescribable as he buried his finger to the hilt in her ass while powering his cock against her in forceful thrusts.

She panted, gripped the sink edge and pushed back against his finger, rewarded with his guttural groan of pleasure.

"Yes, Sophie, I think you like this. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"

"No."

"You like my finger in there?"

"Yes," she whimpered, showing him how much she liked it by pushing her ass against his probing finger.

"How about two?"

He withdrew from her anus and reached inside a nearby drawer, fumbling around the condoms until he found the rarely used bottle of lubricant. He spread it on two of his fingers and around her anus, then slipped gently inside her again.

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She shrieked and he drove his cock deep. Her legs trembled and she could barely stand.

Still she watched, unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of his cock plunging in and out of her pussy and his fingers disappearing inside her ass.

Snow began to fill the room, creating mini-mountains and slopes along the wall and around them. Thankful for the blissful relief from the burning pleasure scorching her, she scooped a handful and spread it over her breasts, shivering when her nipples puckered.

Logan laughed and did the same, covering his cock with a handful of the white cooling flakes. When he reentered her cunt, she nearly died from the sensations of his cold shaft inside her steaming pussy. She could imagine steam pouring from her as the icicle melted inside her volcano.

Lord, the man made her hotter than she'd ever thought possible.

Now she was filled completely. He pulled his fingers back then thrust again, pushing further and further until he'd slid past the tight barrier, and began to fuck her ass in earnest, rearing back with both his cock and his fingers and driving harder and harder each time.

"Touch yourself for me, Sophie. Let me feel you come."

She reached between her legs and found her clit, circling the bud, swirling her fingers around the tortured button as Logan continued to pummel her with his thrusts.

The tightening began low and intense, then spiraled out of control.

"I'm coming, Logan," she warned, sparks shooting off in her womb as the exquisite sensation burst inside her, flooding his cock and squeezing his fingers as contraction after contraction sent her into a climaxing frenzy.

Tears filled her eyes at the amazing sensations. Logan stopped for a moment, then groaned and spilled shot after shot of hot come into her cunt.

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Sophie's legs were shaking, the enormity of what Logan had made her feel washing over her. He withdrew and pulled her into the shower with him, turning on the multiple spraying heads and soaking them both.

He soaped himself and then her, pulling her against his chest and kissing her with heat, with passion, with emotion that brought the tears anew. The slippery soap slickened their bodies until they were gliding against each other, his cock hard against her throbbing sex.

The water turned cold, then icy, as if they bathed in a mountain stream. His hands were icy magic over her breasts, teasing her nipples into tight peaks just begging for his mouth.

Whatever control Logan thought he had over his powers had completely disappeared. Winter surrounded them, and Sophie reveled in it.

Shock filled her as her own desires reignited, and he pushed her against the cool tile wall, lifted one of her legs over his hip, then slipped his cock inside her.

This time he fucked her slowly, his gaze never leaving her face. His eyes grew darker and darker with each climb up the hill of desire.

"Everything, Sophie," he said, dipping down for a kiss, drinking her cries as she climaxed around him, squeezing another orgasm from him as the spasms continued long past the point of reason.

When it was over, he turned off the shower, grabbed one of the oversized bath towels and dried her body and her hair.

The snow was gone, the room enveloped in steamy warmth.

He grabbed a brush and drew it through her wet tendrils, the movements of his hands so gentle over her hair that she relaxed completely. She yawned, finally completely sated.

They stepped toward the bed holding hands, just the way a couple in love would do. Logan pulled the satin coverlet down and slipped underneath the sheets, drawing 113

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Sophie against his chest. She wrapped her leg over his hips and within seconds, she was drifting off, more contented than she'd ever been in her life.

She loved him. No matter what happened after tonight, she admitted that she'd completely given her heart to Logan. Nothing would ever change that.

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Chapter Thirteen

Sophie weaved her way down the long corridor. A ghostly mist clouded her vision, forcing her to hold on to the wall to feel her way.

She didn't even know where she was going, only that she had to go this way.

Hurry, Sophie.

She heard the words, but didn't know who spoke them. But she knew them as truth.

There wasn't much time.

She made a right turn, then a left. The doors were all white, and the mist prevented her from reading room numbers or even what floor she was on.