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Chapter 7

Seven

W ith his arms stretched out, he wrapped her in a hug and buried his nose in her hair. For a brief moment, he returned to the last time they'd stood in this spot. He missed the days he could spend tucked away from the world with only themselves to worry about.

"Drake, there's just too much to say. Too many layers to add yet another one that's even more complicated than the last."

Yet she didn't pull away. Instead, she played with the long hair that brushed his neck.

"Layers were intended to be peeled back, sweetheart. I don't have the energy to deny the need I have for you, Esmeralda. I can see it in your eyes too."

Behind them were a few crates he could see she already rummaged through. He released her and in a couple of steps crossed the den.

He fisted the sides of a folded tarp. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught her admiring the view as he kneeled by the crates.

Spreading out the tarp, he made quick work of building a makeshift bed for the blankets and few rugs the locals left behind. "It's not goose down, but it will keep us warm."

"I'm surprised all that was in there."

Standing at the edge, he slipped the flashlight from her hands and placed it where the beam hit the ceiling to create a waterspout of light to pour over them. He fisted her hair and pulled her head back gently until he held her mesmerizing gaze. "There's a wild need in me to taste you on my tongue, touch you." He bent to run the tip of his tongue over the shell of her ear as he slid the zipper to her suit down the length of her body. He came to a stop at the juncture of her thighs. "Take you beneath me."

"And ruin me again? Ruin me for any other man? Put a baby in me?"

"All the above."

Winding one arm around his neck while holding him off with the other placed over his heart, he felt the tension tighten her delicate body. They were both fighting a losing battle. The only question was when they caved under their fiery attraction, would they get burned?

In two tugs he had her arms free from the confines of her snowsuit only to reveal another sweater with a zipped front. With each new layer, he leaned into the brittle barrier of patience separating him from baring his teeth and ripping through every shred of clothing holding him back from her supple skin.

"Drake. Oh, God!" She tilted her head back and he wasn't one to decline an invitation. He ran his lips along the juncture of her exposed neck and shoulder. Using his body as a shield from the cold, from her pussy to her ample breasts, he pressed them together.

"I'm going to bury you in so much passion you'll never want another man to touch you." His fingers tightened. "I'm not letting you go back to your cold kingdom, princess, I'm going to show you what it's like to have a savage mountain man between your thighs again and once I do, you'll never leave."

Esmeralda stared up at him, her lips parted with raspy breaths rushing past her lips. "I accept your challenge." She bit at her lower lip and fuck, his dick turned to steel.

"But Drake?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He gruffed as he watched that plump lips slip back between her lips.

"I never wanted anyone else."

Drake's jaw clenched from the thought of someone else touching her. Enjoying the pleasure of her sweet body. He growled into her ear, pressing between her thighs as he worked her legs apart. She gave under his instruction with a tiny whimper slipping past her lips and an uptick to her heartbeat he felt under his lips as he kissed her neck.

As he scraped his teeth along the tender flesh, Esmeralda tightened her finger in his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. Searing heat melded them together. Unable to break away, he slipped his hands between them. With handfuls of soft cotton, he bunched the material and pulled. Instantly her nipples pebbled and teased him through her clothing. Every ounce of blood in his body rushed to his dick, leaving him light-headed.

"You never came for me. Why?" Her arms looped around his neck. There was no escaping telling her the truth with how intently she watched his expression.

He didn't want to do this. Not now. The truth would hurt her. With how innocent she looked up at him, he knew for a fact her father never told her the truth that would break her heart all over again. And it fell to him to do the breaking. Dirty bastard. But holding the truth back would cause a deeper hurt.

"Esmeralda, never for a second think I didn't try. Your father threatened to disown you if I did."

Shock and uncertainty gazed up at him through her watery eyes. "But all that is in the past," he reassured her.

She blinked, nodding slowly. "I dreamed of you. Every night I thought I could sense you close. But every morning I woke to the same feeling of emptiness." Her expression reflected her quiet words.

"In your dreams, did you stroke your sweet pussy for me? Come for me with my name on your lips?"

"Yes," she whispered close to his ear.

It was all he needed. Using her several discarded sweaters as a cushion against the cold rock, he pinned her against the wall. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he worked off the last layer, keeping her skin from his touch. With her snowsuit peeled off to hang at her sides, he bent in to taste the delicious fruit his woman offered.

"Drake," Esmeralda moaned, the sound seeming torn from some deep part of her soul. She gasped the second he wrapped his warm mouth around the cold tip of her aroused peak. Beneath his touch, her heart raced in time to his own.

Harsh, pent-up growls of his own matched hers. Every muscle in his body clenched as she flexed her hips, pressing herself against his cock. The length of his shaft nestled between her thighs and the slightest movement of her hips nearly brought him to his end.

"Too much. You have too much clothing on."

"Fix it."

"Gladly," he cooed in her ear. In seconds every stitch of clothing she had on made a nice pile on the floor, along with her boots.

Before she could move, protest or rethink her whole situation, he had her in the middle of the blankets. Her parted thighs welcoming him in and several blankets blocking out the cold.

He couldn't take his eyes or hands off the delicate beauty he finally had beneath him. "My beautiful diamond princess."

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