She’s breathtaking.

And dangerous.

My beautiful nightmare.

She reaches for the buttons of my shirt while I reach for her face. Her fingers work furiously, unbuttoning each obstacle while I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids, and nose. When she gets my shirt open, I turn us around, giving her a light push onto the bed. I remove my shirt completely, then remove my pants and boxer briefs, letting my cock spring free.

Winter’s eyes drop to my dick immediately. “Jane Austen’s ghost,” she whispers, her eyes round golden orbs.

I try not to laugh, then open the top drawer of my nightstand, and remove a condom.

“Any second thoughts? Now’s the time to voice them…”

Winter grins, shaking her head. “No second thoughts.”

I rip the condom open with my teeth, spitting the wrapper to the floor. “You sure?” I ask, sheathing my rock-solid cock. “Because once I’m inside you, you’re mine until the wedding is over.”

Winter rolls her eyes, positioning herself on the bed. I’m about to stuff her with my giant cock, and she’s rolling her eyes. Damn brat.

“We’ll revisit this conversation.”

“No, we won’t,” I say, climbing onto the bed, my hands skating up Winter’s legs as I climb between them. “I’m claiming you with my dick, Grimm.”

“You can’t claim me with your dick, Aleck.” She chuckles, sliding her fingers up my sides.

Her sass and pushback should soften me immediately, but it doesn’t. It makes me harder.

“I can. And I am.” I line myself up with her gorgeous cunt. “Entering you now.”

I ease my cock inside Winter, and this time all the way before some asshat knocks on our door again.

“Fuuuck,” I moan, grinding my teeth when I bottom out, balls pressed firmly against Winter’s ass.

I don’t know if it’s because this moment is long overdue, the tension between us mounting, compacting into almost explosive levels, but Winter feels better than anything I’ve experienced. She’s so wet and so tight… And those sounds, her soft little moans turn pained when I pull out of her slowly. Then her moans go soft again when I re-enter her, filling her to the hilt.

I curl my hand around her knee and bend it, lifting it to my hip as I pick up my pace, thrusting into her deeper and harder until the headboard smacks against the wall behind it.

I’m finally fucking Winter Sommers.

Mine.

For now.

Winter pushes at my chest. “I want to be on top,” she says, panting.

And our battle for control continues. I wasn’t quite ready to give it up, but far be it for me to deny Winter the fuck she wants. Besides, watching her ride my cock while I lay back and let her handle shit is high on my bucket list. I snake my arm around her waist and flip us around, keeping myself deep inside her. Winter presses her hands into my abs and starts grinding her pussy over me.