Page 155 of Mountain Men Heroes

Warm air brushed over her folds and her veins filled with unquenchable fire. Then he licked her from clit to pussy and she nearly came undone from the very magic that held them together.

Love.

Slowly he repeated the action as his fingers explored every inch of her including her anus. With gentle strokes he teased her pussy then trailed the juices over her flesh to circle her back entrance as his tongue did wicked things to her clit.

“You make me wild, baby,” he crooned as he bent over her, his cock replacing the area his tongue lashed into a frenzy of need.

“Damon! You can’t stop now.” Heat crept up to her cheeks as a wicked thought came to mind.

“I don’t plan to. We have all night, and baby, from the size of that storm we might be snowbound for more than a night.”

Using her left hand for balance, she brought her right hand between her legs and dipped a single digit into her channel and moaned then pressed another inside, stroking the silky confines once. Twice.

She drew her hand away and looked over her shoulder as she slipped both fingers between her lips.

His eyes became impossibly bright.

A week ago she would swear nothing like this existed in life. Hell, thirty minutes ago she still doubted. But now? Now she felt and she couldn’t deny the depth of emotions that sunk so deep in her mind and in her heart nothing could happen to erase the feeling.

“Oh angel, you shouldn’t have done that.” He gripped her curves and pressed his cock to her tight newly fucked pussy.

In one long stroke he seated himself in her channel until she felt his balls smack against her clit.

She screamed. The tight walls of her cunt stretched and widened to fit his thick, throbbing shaft.

He pulled out slow and steady. Warmth from his body wrapped around her as his arms wound around her waist.

Holding her close, he drove back in. Light kisses against her shoulder sent a shiver every place their body touched.

He withdrew only to thrust back in so wickedly hard the smack of his thighs against her filled the room.

Cracks and pops from the fire drifted to the background as her cries rang out, drowning the sound of the storm still raging beyond the large window.

He pulled out slowly and turned her around to lie under him. Looking into his eyes, she reached between them and guided his cock back to her entrance. He pushed forward and her eyes rolled shut.

“Look at me.”

She complied.

“You’re the gift I never expected but I can never live without now. Crazy as it sounds, I need you in my life, Ivy.”

Using languid strokes, he maintained the steady build of pressure as he rose over her and watched as her body accepted him time and again.

A light sheen of sweat glistened on the planes of his abs in the firelight, and she raised her gaze until their eyes connected.

Love poured out of him, and she didn’t need to hear him say it when it showed in the way he held her and made love to her like she was his treasure. Every cell in his body radiated the fact he loved her like a beacon in the night to guide her home.

Home. Could it be true? Could she finally have found a place in this world she could call home? Not just another place to live but a home with people that loved her.

“Yes,” she whispered and Damon slowed to a stop. “I want this, I want you. I know it’s crazy but there’s no way I can deny what I feel. I don’t think I could live without you either.”

It was scary accepting that fate sometimes had a hand in a person’s life, but it could slap her in the face only so many times before she had to listen.

“And angel?”

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

He fell forward, bracing himself on the couch arm as his other arm came to rest by her head.