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Wynter

Nick's eyes blazed with passion as he snatched my robe away. He looked me over, his eyes going up my legs before briefly settling on my breasts. He was clearly undressing me with his eyes; well...what ever was left to undress.

When his eyes lifted, I found myself shrink under his tantalizing gaze. His gaze was hard but soft. Eager but patient. His orbs glowed gold with dark speckles of brown; in them was the reminder of my innocence and his vow to strip it.

His hands were carnal, gripping the curves of my waist before pulling me tight against his torso. Although I was eager to feel him, I didn't want to lead him on. I was going to tell him about breaking off the engagement and giving him back the ring.

I couldn't do it anymore.
I couldn't marry him, even if it was pretend. A future with Nick meant suspicion, mistrust, and hatred from every side of his family. Nick's parents hated me, his assistant despised me. I couldn't subject myself to a life of misery, no matter how much I loved him.

But as he held me in his arms, I found myself dwindling at his touch; it was so addictive.

He dragged his lips against my skin, painting every inch of my body with fervent intensity. Slowly but skillfully, he pulled off my silk panties, his teeth gnawing at the seams.
Every brush of his lips against my skin jolted my body with an explosion of ecstasy.

It didn't take long for my moans to overtake the silence.

Nick

Wynter's pheromone was addictive.
I could sense her impatience, her anger and her fear for the unknown. She was upset at me for what I said and she had every right to be, but I could imagine a life where she shunned me.

For hours I wondered if she was safe.
Two days passed before I knew where she was. Imagine my anger finding out she was in the clutches of Jack's hands.

Call me crude.
Call me selfish, but I wanted to know Wynter in more ways than one. Her body was my temple, and I? An obedient servant; a worshiper succumbing in awestruck wonder.

Her large doe-eyes glazed over mine as she muffled a loud moan with her hand.
"N-Nick!"
She pushed her wrist into her mouth, biting it to suppress her screaming. Her moans only turned me on.

I opened her legs wider, making sure I tasted every inch of her delicious flower. Her sweet nectar coated my lips, flowing uncontrollably like mid winter spring. I could repress my carnal urges no longer. I lifted Wynter onto the bed, flipping her over and grabbing her waist tight.

"Nick" she whispered, turning her body around to face me. She hesitated for a moment, pushing her fingers against my chest.

"You're still mad at me?" I ask her through a smirk.
She nodded silently, biting the edge of her lip.

I bent forward, pulling her lips into mine. We snacked carelessly and recklessly, my beast rising with each minute that passed.

Impatiently, she unbuckled my pants, signaling me to her delicate flower.

I knew Wynter was was angry with me but I was selfish. I missed her scent... her touch.

Reluctantly, I broke from her lips, pushing my lips into her ear . "I'm going to fuck away any anger you have left for me."  I growled, opening her legs wide.

Wynter

His words of promise sent shivers down my spine. 
Gently, he rubbed the swollen tip of his manhood against my lips before slowly pushing in.
I bit down on his shoulder as he stretched me open, adjusting to his size, his girth already making my head swell.

And that's when his words came into fruition. He started to fuck me, hips rolling to meet my thighs, our bodies slapping against each other's, our pace slowly building. I felt myself unravel.

He was so raw but so caring about the way he held me. It was like he was trying to savour the moment for as long as he could. Like he knew this was the last time we would be in each other's arms.

And the way he looked at me, admiring me like I  were a goddess ... his goddess...bowing to my every need and disregarding his title, his family, his place in the Pole.

All for me.

Nick

"Nickkk" she screamed my name, cursing as I rocked her slowly then fast again. I sat up, pushing my arms around her waist. Her back was facing my stomach.

We continued on for minutes, maybe hours. I stopped counting after the fourth round.

"Mmmm" she moaned, throwing her arm behind my head and stroking my curls. Now is the time I would tease her. I paused my hips, letting her hover against my thick base.

She whimpered as I pulled her neck into my palm, chuckling against her neck.

"Stop fucking teasing me Nick Claus" she growled, waiting for me to move my hips again. My hands instead found the way to her breasts, caressing them with care. The sensation of it made her growl.

"Nick!" She fumed, impatient to reach her full potential. I still teased her until she pulled out and stood to leave.

"Hey." I exhaled, grabbing her waist to prevent her departure. My actions now turned to greed. I couldn't help admiring her beautiful body. Feeling weak as Wynter's face weakened from my control.

I pump into her again, more eager than ever.
Wynter was on top now, launching on and off again then pulling out as we both finished.

Our heavy breaths filled the room, our chests both rising and falling as we tried to regain our breaths.

I knew we had a long night ahead of us. I pull her in my arms and christened every part of my room. The bed, my wardrobe, the window in in the back of my room.

We continued on until the sun peeked though the darkness.

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We made love that surpassed all of time.
Maybe it was the magic left over from the fight.
Or maybe it was the thought of never seeing her again, but as she rested in my arms, I tried to imagine a world where she wasn't mine; I couldn't fathom it.
I refused to imagine it.

"Wynter? She was breathing heavily, knocked out from our passionate night. "You might not hear this. You might not even remember half this night but I just needed to say this"

My heart raced as I thought of the next three words. I hadn't said to anyone. Not even Samantha.

I had never been scared of anything, nor was I hesitant to accept a challenge but having to say the words aloud filled me with terror.

"I love you Wynter" I whispered, kissing her cheek as I intertwined my palm with hers.

I refused to imagine a world without her because there was no other world I would rather be in than this one; with Wynter, sleeping safe in my arms.

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Author Note
I'm sorry. I hate writing smut.
It's so cringe and I get so embarrassed.

Anyways! See you in the next chapter.