Snow Falling on Lovers

Snow Falling on Lovers A Phaze Snuggler HeatSheet by

Adrianna Dane

Phaze 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222 This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. eBook ISBN 1-59426-570-4 Snow Falling On Lovers © 2006 by Adrianna Dane All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Cover art © 2006 by Trace Edward Zaber Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC.

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One "I have a surprise for you," he said. He stepped up to her when she walked out the door of her office on Friday afternoon and slipped her arm through his. She pulled her wool coat more snugly around her against the cold, biting chill of the winter afternoon. He helped her into the car and placed a black silk blindfold over her eyes. "Relax. You'll enjoy it," he said as she felt the car pull away from the curb. He put on some soothing, Celtic music and it lulled her until eventually she slept, her head leaning against the cool, wet glass of the window. "We're here." His voice awoke her from a sound sleep. She sat up and stretched, but the blindfold remained in place so she could not see where they were. A rush of cold air assaulted her as he opened her door and unfastened her seatbelt, helping her from the car. She stood on unsteady legs, still trying to push the cotton wool of sleep from her mind. "Where are we?" "You'll see in a minute," he said as he led her along what felt like a shoveled path. The air somehow smelled different, more crisp and clean than usual, more bitingly cold. How far had they driven? Suddenly the blindfold was gone and a gust of warmth assaulted her. She blinked rapidly as she accustomed herself to the light. Then she shrieked in pleasant surprise, turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, feathering kisses all over his face. "You did it. Oh, God, this is wonderful. You finally were able to book us a cabin on Snowtop." She heard him chuckle. "I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought it

would be the perfect place to celebrate." "Oh it is, it is," she breathed. Turning away, she looked around the intimate, rustic room. There was a fire already burning brightly in the fireplace and she walked toward it. She stepped onto the brightly colored rug and knelt before the hot flames. He had always been this thoughtful—and romantic. That was part of why she loved him so much. His surprises were always so special...and personal. They had talked for a year or more about wanting to spend a weekend at Snowtop. It tended to be difficult to find accommodations unless one booked well ahead and it was one of the more expensive vacation spots around, so he must have been planning this for some time. And he had kept it all a secret. She turned away from the fire as she heard the door close. He had two suitcases in his hands and dropped them by the door. "You'll need to hurry—I've made some special arrangements for dinner." She hopped to her feet. "You have? What?" He shook his head and a secretive look came across his face. "Uhuh." He looked down at his wristwatch. "You have thirty minutes. I've packed a dress in your suitcase. It's black, and perfect for tonight." The look in his eyes darkened. "Only the dress, nothing else. You understand? Oh, and the garter belt and stockings that go with it." A slow smile spread across her lips. Oh, yes, she understood completely. No bra, no panties. He liked her accessible, especially on trips like this. She had no problem with that at all. He picked up the suitcases and turned away, heading up the wooden steps to the loft above. Quickly, she followed him, eager to begin the evening together. Her nap in the car had rejuvenated her and she looked forward to whatever he had planned. He turned around to look at her as she hovered behind him waiting expectantly. His gaze met hers. Unzipping his coat, he pulled it off and tossed it aside. She waited for him to come to her. His head dipped down and he licked her lips. Drawing back, he narrowed his gaze. "Open," he commanded. She parted her lips willingly and he swooped down to claim them, driving his tongue deep into her mouth. Her head dropped back as he

deepened the kiss, his tongue memorizing the recesses of her mouth, swirling over her teeth, dancing along her tongue. Heat spread through her as passionate need assailed her. He pushed her coat from her shoulders and it dropped to the floor. His determined hands ripped open the blouse, buttons flying in every direction and tossed it across the room. Pushing the straps of her bra down her shoulders, he lifted his mouth from hers and pressed it to her neck, trailing kisses along the definition of her shoulder. Unhooking the bra, it followed the mangled blouse. His hands surrounded her midriff, pressing and lifting her. Her shoes fell to the floor and he shoved them aside with his foot. Then he lowered her back to the floor, pressing her body against him. She felt his hard erection and her pussy flooded with her juices eager to have him inside her. Needing him right now. He tore open the back of her skirt and shoved it down over her hips. Her slip, pantyhose and panties followed quickly. She was divested of every piece of clothing, naked before him, her body humming for his possession. "Fuck me," she whispered. He lifted his head and stepped away from her, a satisfied smile on his lips. "Now you can get dressed." He turned away from her and headed for the stairs. She knew there was no use begging him. He had done this for a reason and eventually she would find out what it was. Hurriedly, she turned and opened the suitcase and found the black angora turtleneck dress neatly folded, and the black garter belt and black silk stockings. Turning, she located the bathroom and decided she needed a quick shower before she dressed. She was determined to look perfect for him. She had thirty minutes to transform from the professional businesswoman to the sexy companion her man wanted her to be. She'd had tighter deadlines and she would meet this one as well. She certainly had more incentive, she thought, as her pussy continued to pulse, needing the relief it had been primed to expect. She didn't dare bring herself to climax. He would know—he always did. How, she had no idea, but she didn't plan to spoil this night and all his plans by bringing herself off before he wanted. Quickly finishing her shower, she donned the garter belt and silk stockings, then allowed the soft dress to float down and caress her body,

the full, slitted skirt settling over her hips. It teased at her already sensitive nipples and brushed against her needy mound. Squeezing her thighs together her body spasmed with need. She could only hope she wouldn't be made to wait much longer for relief, because she didn't know if she could hold on for very long. The dress felt extremely luxurious against her skin. As she moved it stroked her like soft hands caressing and pulling at her desire. Before the night was over, she would be begging for relief that only he could give her. She rummaged through the suitcase for shoes, but didn't see a pair packed anywhere inside. She wondered what he had in mind. Was she supposed to go barefoot? The shoes she wore to work that day were totally inappropriate to go with the dress. She shrugged and skipped down the stairs in stockinged feet. He would let her know what he had planned. She stopped at the landing and looked around the room. He stood, gazing into the fire. She now realized his outfit matched hers perfectly. A black turtleneck sweater sheathed his broad shoulders and black wool trousers enclosed his lean hips. With his raven black, slightly longish hair, and sizzling blue eyes, she was drawn to him across the room, like a moth drawn to dangerous light. At every turn she expected to be singed by him. He must have heard her because he turned and his gaze encountered hers. She stopped. Waiting for his approval. She twirled in the center of the room and then stopped, facing him again, holding her arms out horizontally at her sides for his inspection. Long moments passed as he stared at her. Then he walked toward her. He lifted his arms and his hands settled on her breasts. She sucked in air at the tingling need swirling through her. His fingers encountered her sensitive nipples and he rubbed them through the dress, drawing them out, tight pebbles of hot need. She uttered a soft moan. His lips curved into a satisfied smile as he smoothed the dress over her body. Sliding a hand through the slit at the front, he caressed the edge of her stocking, brushing against her sensitive thigh, then stepped back. His gaze lingered on her fully defined nipples, evidence of her fierce arousal as he studied her, a sculptor examining his creation. "Now you are ready. You look beautiful. I knew this dress would suit you."

She could barely suppress the need for release he had built to a raging peak, but tried to control it to the best of her ability. He turned away from her and walked toward the fireplace, veering to the left. He leaned down, picked something up and straightened, turning toward her. She noticed he was holding a pair of black boots. He came back to her and led her to the sofa where she sat down. Kneeling before her, he sheathed each of her feet in the warm fleecy suede boots. These small, sweet, extra touches he always did, made her love him to distraction. He had taken the time to warm the boots, because he know how cold her feet would get in the middle of winter. He then helped her to her feet and led her toward the door. On the coat rack near the door he pulled down a full-length black suede coat, also lined in fleece and help her into it. As she turned away, his arms encircled her and she inhaled his wonderful scent, as he began to button the front. "Can't have you catching cold, my love," he whispered against her ear. One nip, then he moved around to the front as he finished buttoning the last button. He then pulled a pair of black leather gloves from the pocket and she held out her hands as he sheathed each one into the tight, supple coverings that molded to the contours of her hands. He then turned away to don his own matching shorter jacket and skintight leather gloves. She would do anything for this man. He was her lover, her master, her soulmate. His care of her surpassed anything she had ever known in her life before and being with him was more precious to her than her next breath. He turned back to her as he took her arm. "This is all for you, my dear. Enjoy every moment of it." He opened the door and they stepped outside into the chill night.

Two Again, she gasped in surprise when she saw what awaited them. At the end of the shoveled path a horse-drawn sleigh awaited. It was black with gleaming red trim, including beautiful red cushioned seats. It was drawn by a pair of black, shaggy coated draft horses with thick, wavy manes, waiting patiently. The harnesses appeared to be red leather with large sleigh bells attached. The driver wore a long black wool coat and a black top hat. As they drew closer the driver hopped down and walked around to help her onto the back seat and she sank into the soft cushions. He then drew a thick black blanket over her lap. He stepped back so her companion could climb in beside her, then returned to climb into the front. She was surprised when she saw him pull a set of headphones from his pocket, take off his hat, put them on, and then replace the hat. "All comfy?" he asked as her lover got in beside her. She turned to smile at him. "This is so wonderful. I can't believe you arranged it all and I didn't know a thing about it." He lifted the blanket, pulling it over his lap and snuggled up close beside her, circling his arm around her shoulder. "I told you," he whispered against her ear, "I wanted it to be special for you." Just then the sleigh began to move forward and the sound of the sleigh bells indicated they were on their way. The cold, silent night enveloped them as the horses moved forward at a slow, lumbering walk. The night was so clear and stars sparkled overhead in the sky. He titled her head back. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" His cool lips descended over hers and sucked at her mouth. His gloved hand moved beneath the blanket again finding the slit in her skirt and slid between the opening to tease her thigh.

She consumed his taste and a soft moan escaped her as she felt his leather-encased fingers dance across her moist flesh. It was winter, and the air all around them was brisk and biting, but beneath the blanket, in his arms, it was like a blast of summer heat rising to enclose her. She broke from his kiss. "The driver," she gasped. He smiled confidently. "Earphones," he responded before demanding her lips yet again. The erotic feel of his leather-covered fingers drove her crazy, pressing against her engorged lips, trailing along her crease, teasingly circling around her clitoris. She couldn't help but undulate against him, urging him to enter her, needing to feel him inside her. He lifted his head. "You're going to come for me, right here in this sleigh. And I want to hear your scream. Your pussy is so nice and wet and hot right now. You'd never know we were riding along in the middle of a frigid winter night, now would you?" As he spoke he fingered her lips, then pressed deep inside her with two of his fingers. She thrust against him, needing to come. But here? In the sleigh? Out in the open like this? That was something she had never done before. His fingers thrust firmly, retreated, slid and circled until she had built a rhythm with her hips, pushing against him. "Spread your legs," he demanded, driving inside her with three fingers, widening her and her slick cream helping him. "Oh, please," she begged. "Tell me what you want. Let me hear you say it." He said as he drove inside her again and again. "Let me come." she whispered. "Louder," he said as he swirled around her clit without touching it. Nibbling at her neck, he pushed the loose turtleneck down, tasting her hot skin, driving her out of her mind. "Make me come, here in the sleigh. Right now," she begged in a louder voice. "Please." Once touch of his finger at her clit and she went over the edge, convulsing with the pleasure. "Scream," he demanded as he thrust inside her again, curling his fingers, pressing into a sensitive spot that made her give him exactly what he demanded. She arched and screamed into the night, her voice echoing back to

her cutting through the silence of the ebony stillness. Again she screamed as he stroked at her sensitive vagina and her liquid heat covered his hand. She trembled in his arms, but it was not from the cold. As he withdrew, she fell back against the seat, biting her lip as the waves of pleasure continued to consume her. He reached up beneath the dress, pressed across her stomach, keeping his fingers splayed there, he leaned across her and licked at her lips. "That was beautiful, darling. You let yourself go so perfectly for me." His hand possessed her beneath the soft dress, hard and demanding as he kneaded her skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she attempted to gain some control. "I can't believe I did that—that I screamed like that." Again she shuddered and his hand bit into her waist, letting her know who was in control. "You'd do it again if I asked, wouldn't you? And this time with no hesitation. No worry about anyone else." Her urge was to glance at the driver, but he had taken control of her attention, her body, and the presence of the driver no longer mattered. In fact, it added a sense of heightened titillation to the moment. But then he understood that she knew that. Whenever he pressed her boundaries it was always at an unexpected moment, such as this one. They had never really done anything in public before, out in the open like this. It felt naughty and exhilarating, and wonderful. She saw him smile knowingly. "You liked it." She nodded without breaking eye contact. He lowered his mouth to press against hers as his fingers slid inside her again. Without being told, she opened her legs to give him better access. "This time I want you to let me know loud and clear that you want to come," he said when he lifted his lips from hers. This time there was no thought in her mind to deny him as he thrust into her, this time four fingers drove her high and far and fast. "I want to come," she yelled into the silent night. "Please let me come." He pushed her up and out, fast and hard and again she screamed and screamed as she came for him over and over, shuddering against him, pushing for more, wanting him to climb inside her and keep her at this

pinnacle of pleasure forever. For her, there was nothing but him, nothing but her need, his taste, his touch, and the sound and smell of sex clinging to the brisk night air. She looked up at the sky and her satisfied smile grew larger on her lips as his wet sheathed hand receded from her pussy. She blinked as she felt the first snowflake settle against her skin and disappear. She laughed and turned her head to look at him, her senses highly attuned to him and to the night. He always did that to her—brought her to such a heightened state that she could feel everything around her with a magnified edge. He smiled back as he reached up and wiped several flakes from her face. "A perfect night," he said as he leaned forward to lick several more flakes from her skin. "Perfect," she answered. Suddenly the sleigh pulled to a halt before a building and she blinked and sat up. "Where are we?" she asked as though awaking from a dream. He smoothed her dress down over her legs and pulled the sides of her dress together. "Dinner, my dear. Have you built up an appetite yet?" She looked at him and couldn't help laughing. The pure joy of being with him overwhelmed her. The driver hopped down from the sled and it was only then that she fell the twinge of color begin to climb in her face. Oh, dear, what he must have heard. He pulled off his top hat and took off the earphones and shoved them into his pocket. He looked up at her without expression. "Those bells can be a darn nuisance," he said as he prepared to help her down from the sleigh. Her companion waved him way and helped her down himself. She knew that for the remainder of the night he would allow no other male to touch her. His dominant nature was now fully engaged. She glanced at the driver as she stepped to the ground. Now that was discreet, she found herself thinking as she smiled and turned away before she said something she shouldn't. She turned and looked at the Top 'O the Mountain Restaurant, another rustic building decked out in twinkling lights. Dinner. She couldn't help wondering what else he had in store for her this evening. And anticipated it with relish.

Three He helped her with her coat and gloves, then shrugged out of his own, handing them to an attendant. He gave his name to the maitre'd who guided them to a special, intimate table before a floor-to-ceiling glassed in alcove. She saw him tip the maitre'd, who smiled and nodded. He held out a chair for her and looked at her expectantly. But she knew her man and so she waited patiently for him to assist her. It was his way. When they were out in public, he never liked it for another man to touch her in any fashion, unless he directed it and tonight it would be even more so. His possessive gaze locked with hers and she knew she should wait. He stepped forward and nodded to the maitre'd, who seemed to understand and stepped away. "Someone will be with you shortly. I hope you have a pleasant dinner." Then he turned and walked away. He came around to hold out her chair and indicated with a glance that she should sit. She did so and he leaned down, his breath warm and moist against her neck, as he helped her move closer to the table. When the chair was situated just as he wanted, his hands dropped to her upper thighs, skimmed along the length to her knees, gently prodded them open, widening the slit of her skirt. Then his fingers pressed her open and she acceded to his silent demands. His hands skimmed along her inner thighs and only stopped when they reached her engorged labia lips. This was a restaurant for lovers, the lighting subdued, the music mellow and sensual, the view from the window spectacular. Their seating faced the expansive window that overlooked the ice-encrusted lake and the scenery encompassed a vista of natural beauty, snow falling in huge white flakes, sparkling in the moonlight. To anyone behind them, it simply looked as though he offered her a passionate kiss, but his hands, which they couldn't see, were driving her higher toward another pinnacle of need. But she also knew his intent. He swiped a finger across her slit, testing her wetness and she shivered with

sensation. Her head dropped back and he placed a passionate kiss on her partially opened lips before retreating to take his own seat. "Just like that," he said as he sat down next to her. He looked out the window at the illuminated scenery. "It's breathtaking, isn't it?" Raspy breaths clutched at her throat as she attempted to concentrate on what he was saying. She tried to focus on the strategically lit scenery beyond the window but her only thought was that she wanted to feel him fucking her, forget about dinner, forget about the scenery. Her body still remembered the heat of his touch on the sleigh ride here. And he had stoked her need again and would keep her at the edge all through dinner. Would he then offer her release as they rode back down the mountain? It was going to be a long, excruciating dinner. A waiter pulled her attention from her inner thoughts. He conversed with her companion over the wine list and then made a selection. As the waiter left, her lover turned back to her, clamping a firm hand onto her opened thigh. "You didn't answer me. What do you think of the view?" His fingers bit into her flesh. "It's beautiful," she responded obediently. His grip lessened and he stroked her flesh lightly before removing his hand. When the contact was broken she wanted to protest, but knew better. "Have you enjoyed the evening thus far, my dear?" She looked at him, knowing her heart was in her eyes. "Very much." "You enjoy my surprises," he remarked as he picked up the menu lying before him and surveyed the selections. "Always." Her pussy throbbed with need, her breasts ached to be touched. Again, he looked at her and she saw his gaze drop and he smiled. Then he turned back to the menu. He nodded to her. "The choices look good. Make a selection." Hesitantly, she broke the gaze and turned her attention to the menu. She tried to concentrate, but suddenly his hand was on her arm, stroking the soft material of the dress and it took all her self-control not to utter a moan of pleasure. She set the menu down and pressed her hands to the table top as he continued to pet her. "I liked the material," he commented. "It's soft and warm like a kitten's fur, and I imagined it sliding against your body. Touching your skin, stroking and reminding you of me every time you move. Yet you would be accessible to me when I want to touch you. And it would be

easy to remove when I want to see you. Tell me how it feels? I knew it would be perfect for this weekend." She shuddered at his words. How could she possibly be expected to choose from the menu when he kept doing things like this to her? "It does all that," she responded in a husky voice. "It's warm like your touch, smooth, yet tingly, pleasuring me like you do with your hands. When I walk, it's like a constant stroking against my skin making me wild to feel you, making me ready for you to take me and do with me what you please." She shivered at the images her own words created in her mind. Her focus was again diverted as the waiter came back with a bottle of wine. He poured a sample for her lover to try. She watched him swirl the liquid, then lingeringly test its suitability. Her eyes were riveted to his mouth, to his throat watching his Adam's apple as he swallowed. She began to salivate with the need to taste the wine, not in a glass, but on his lips, to consume any drop that might remain, threaded with the taste of the man. As she watched, he nodded to the waiter, who filled both glasses, then set the bottle on the table. "A waiter will be with you shortly to take your order," he said before he turned and left. Her companion turned to look at her as he lifted his glass to his lips and sipped at the glittering liquid. "It's very good," he said as he set the glass on the table. "Would you like to sample it?" She was unable to utter a sound and simply nodded her head, reaching for her own glass. His hand dropped over hers and she looked up at him. "No," he said as he leaned toward her. "Not like that." He had known her mind, had known exactly what she had been thinking as she watched him consume the wine. Her eyes focused on his lips. On the sheen of residue left from the sampling. As she watched, he picked up his glass and drank some of the heady liquid holding it in his mouth. He turned back to her. Licking her own lips first, she then leaned forward and skimmed her tongue across the surface of his, licking clean every drop of wine that shimmered on their surface, tasting him and the wine, a heady bouquet that made her dizzy with pleasure. She ran her tongue along the seam of his lips, seeking to delve

inside. She felt his hand thread into her hair, pulling her close. Pressing his lips to hers he tilted her head back and opened his lips. Oh, God, the taste melded in her mouth, swirling over her senses, so erotic and intense, swishing along her nerves. He held the kiss for long moments, his tongue delving inside her mouth, tasting the combination of him, her, and the wine. Finally, he pulled away, the wine having been transferred to her mouth where she held it captive, wanting to hold the moment stationary. Slowly she swallowed it as he watched, his hand rising to stroke at her flesh as the liquid trickled down her throat. She was certain she would never make it through dinner if she didn't get herself under control. She closed her eyes, attuning herself to the aromas and his touch, to the solitude of the alcove and more of his touch. "Are you ready to order?" a young voice inquired from behind them. Lazily she opened her eyes to focus on the young waiter, as her lover drew back from her. "Yes, I believe we are," she heard him answer in a mild voice. Yet, she had no idea what she was going to order. She didn't really care. What she really wanted was to sup on him. She leaned back in her chair and again turned to the menu, but her mind simply would not translate the words. Her thoughts were focused on the feel of his lips, the taste of the wine, and the pulsing need ever present inside her throbbing pussy. She felt his hand on her thigh and she looked up at him through hazy vision. "Do you know what you would like?" She simply could not focus. "I—I'm not sure. Of course, everything looks wonderful." She smiled at him. His eyes bore into her. "Would you like me to order something that might please you?" She hesitated but a moment, then nodded and let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, please. You know my tastes very well." He ordered for them both and then the waiter left them. His arm circled around her waist and drew her closer as they both looked out at the lake. "I love you, my dear," he whispered in her ear. She trembled as his words. They were words she never grew tired of hearing. "I know," she answered and laid her head against his shoulder. One thing he never liked was what he termed the echo. The "I

love you—I love you" response. Often he would say things to her at the most unexpected times. Words she expected to hear in the heat of passion were voiced at moments like this, or in the middle of a crowded room, or as part of a conversation that had nothing to do with desire. And it would send tingles through her body, eliciting a response at the most unexpected moments and she would see it in his eyes. He always knew exactly what he was doing to her. And then there would be moments like this, again just as unexpected because he did it so rarely. She rested against him and sipped at her wine as they waited for their dinner to arrive. Was there ever a moment more blissful than this? How could any woman not love a man such as him? He wooed her romantic heart, fulfilled her every dark fantasy, and so much more.

Four The dinner was superb and now he helped her to don her coat and gloves and led her outside. The snow falling was much heavier now, but the temperature seemed to have warmed. She did not see the sleigh waiting for them and she wondered where it was. His grip on her hand tightened and she followed him as he walked to the right and followed a path. With his other hand he reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a flashlight and switched it on. "Where are we going?" she asked as she peered into the darkness. "A short walk around the lake. The sleigh won't be back to pick us up for another hour." "We won't be able to see very much." She saw a mysterious expression cross his face. "We'll be able to see enough. Don't you like walking in the snow?" "I love it," she quickly responded, feeling the crunch of packed snow beneath her booted feet. Something told her it was going to be more than a walk on a snowy night. They turned a corner and the restaurant disappeared from view. The night was silent and the icy lake appeared vast and brittle. She looked up at the sky and blinked as the snow feathered wetly onto her face. Still, it was beautiful. Suddenly, he pulled her off the shoveled path they were following and pushed her against a tall tree. His mouth swooped down over hers, thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth. Reaching up, he anchored the flashlight in a low-hanging limb, its narrow yellow glow pointed directly at her face. "I want to see you," he growled as his hands demandingly unbuttoned her coat and yanked it open. The new fallen snow settled silently all around them, but she didn't feel the cold, didn't feel the clean dampness of the environment. All she felt was the searing wet heat oozing from between her pussy lips.

His hands rose to her breasts, cupping and kneading, pulling at her nipples, drawing the pleasure pain from deep inside her. She knew her expression would register the rising desire pulsating inside her. And he wanted to see her, which is why he angled the flashlight on her face—a spotlight focused on her display just for him. His lips came back to her as his hands roved across her body, slow, demanding swipes, swirling, pressing, spreading. "I'm going to fuck you right here, darling. With the cold, frigid mountain surrounding us. I'm going to bury my cock deep inside your snug, tight cunt and you're going to come for me. And scream for me." Her juices dripped from her pussy in response to his words. "Yes," she gasped. The thought of fucking him right here, out in the middle of nowhere, in the darkness of the night, fresh large flakes of snow, each one different and unique coming to rest on their passion, sizzling to drip over their heat, drove her desire higher and higher. Like the snowflakes, no experience, no two moments were exactly alike when she was with him. He made every interlude unique and extraordinary, made her feel as though she was melded into the very breath of the action that he orchestrated, making her just as special and rare—to him. His hands pushed back the opening of her dress, exposing her wet pussy. He cupped her with his cool, gloved hand, a finger pressing deep inside her. "You're hot, darling, and very wet. You practically steam the air around us with your passion. Do you want it? Do you want me inside you now?" "Yes," she responded immediately, pressing her pelvis against his warmed hand. "Make me believe it," he demanded, a second finger added to the first as he stroked inside her. "Fuck me," she yelled, her voice echoing back to her from the darkness. "Please." "Spread your legs." She did as he asked. He anchored the dress up and behind her hips. Then knelt before her. "Display yourself for me." Lowering her hands she touched her engorged pussy lips and spread them as he asked. As she watched, he lifted a finger and traced the pink folds along her slit. With his finger he circle her hard, sensitive clit and she sucked in air as the cold night wind sliced across her skin magnified

by the demand of his hand. Damp, warm heat exuded from her skin, for her hot center to mingle with the cold chill of night and it exhilarated her, excited her, to be so exposed out in the open like this, in the dead of winter. Snowflakes continued to fall and drift around them, landing on her skin, on his hair and eyelashes. She was mesmerized by the sight of the veil of virgin moisture. He leaned forward and his tongue delved deeply into her pussy, circled her clit, along the crease of her thigh, over the damp flesh of her legs. Her cream flowed from her in anticipation of feeling him inside her, hot and readying her. "You sparkle out here, do you know that? So pretty," he said as he stroked the flesh of her inner thighs, driving her wild with his touch. "I would take your picture like this if I had thought to bring the camera. So ready, so wild, just like the mountain—an erotic goddess in her element." "Please, darling," she begged. "I need you. I need to feel you inside me." He lapped at her pussy again, one swipe along her pink, lush length. "God, I can't tell you how beautiful you look right now. If only you could see yourself through my eyes. Such pink succulent flesh, growing brighter by the moment, your creamy pale skin illuminated by the light." He feathered his fingers across the smooth, shaven mound, suddenly thrusting three fingers inside her and she gasped at the quick invasion that seared her to her core, need driving fast as quicksilver through her body. She heard the sound she'd been waiting for as he unzipped his fly and as she watched, his thick, hard cock sprang free. She salivated at the though of his huge, rigid shaft filling her, driving deep inside her, making her come and come and come. The cold of night might swirl around her, but all she felt was the heat of his presence, his demands. He rose and pulled her hands above her head, anchoring them to the rough, damp bark of the tree. "We're a part of the night tonight, nothing separates us from the elements." She felt the broad tip of his cock at her entrance and then swiftly he was anchored deep inside her. He pressed her hands to the tree and she felt the sharp bite of the old bark as he thrust inside her, expanding her, pulling her passion. Time and time again he drove inside her, swirling,

demanding, taking and giving. Pressing against her clit, the friction pushed her off the edge and she came fast and hard, pulsing all around him. He did not stop, pulling her desire, her dark lust from deep inside her. Hot and hard he demanded from her. She felt the bark of the tree scratch across her skin, sending more sensations arrowing through her. Cool snow on her skin, large flakes that disappeared as they came in contact with the heat of their passion drenched flesh. After bringing her to climax two more times, he slowed his movements to long undulating rhythms of thrust and retreat, simmering heat, building to a momentous peak of need, drawing it out in excruciating slowness. Long, never-ending moments of lustful bliss as he powered deep, keeping her at the edge. Tears came to her eyes at the exquisite intimacy. Fully clothed, yet bonding as close as any lovers could, snow falling and falling and falling, enclosing them into a winter solitude that nothing could breach. His cock snuggled deep into her passionate warmth, stretching her wide, pulsing against every nerve ending inside her channel, sending possessive messages to the rest of her body. She belonged to him, oh merciful heaven, she wanted to be him. "Yes," she screamed into the night. She felt him move his arm as he released his grip on her hands above her head. And then she felt nothing like she ever had before. As he began to explode inside her and her own orgasm again erupted, she felt a searing coldness and her eyes shot open as she realized he pressed a handful of snow against their pulsing flesh at the steaming juncture of their bodies. Hissing sharply, suddenly her body tightened in the most mind blowing experience she had ever felt as she left her body soaring high, higher than she had ever done before, scream after scream exploding from her lips. His own shout followed hers as he pressed his hand close until the snow fizzled to drops of steaming water, dripping from their skin. He stroked her as she shuddered in reaction to the shattering experience. My God, what he had done to her, made her feel. It now felt as thought every nerve inside was exposed, any touch pushing her to shooting pleasure, a breath, each flake, she felt it all, every single moment. Like a drug expanding her sensibilities, but it had been him. He was her drug, her lover, her master, pulling every last drop of passion and lust from her body, owning it for himself.

She saw the triumphant smile cross his lips as he ever so slowly retreated from her body and she felt every bit of his length as he exited. As though sliding a long, heated ember from inside her body and she shuddered at the feeling. "One with the night, with the land," he said as he helped her slide to the ground. She leaned her head back against the tree, her body still quivering in the aftermath of such an experience. "Yes," she said roughly, her throat hoarse from the screams she had emitted through his possession. "I—" He pressed a hand to her lips, his expression solemn. "Don't say it." She had almost ruined the beauty of the moment. He didn't want the words. Not now. They were too easy to say in the aftermath of passion. He reached out and scooped up a handful of snow and began to bathe her with the cold brisk wetness. She drew in a quick breath as the cold connected with her hot flesh. But it seemed right to have been consumed by the magnitude of his possession and to be bathed and revived by virgin new fallen snow. He tended to her slowly, tenderly, with care. Then warmed her with his mouth and his expert, gloved hands. He helped her to stand, rearranged her dress and then refastened her coat. Cupping her face, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips, licking at the seam with his tongue. Righting his own clothing, and shoving the flashlight in his pocket, he then claimed her hand and draped it over his arm, anchoring her close. She raised her other hand to touch his arm and leaned her head against his shoulder as they made their way back to the well-trodden path. She had never felt so at peace as at this moment. Nor so well loved. At that moment her world could not have been in more perfect balance. As they neared the end of the path and came back to the restaurant, she noticed the sleigh and its driver were waiting in front. "Are you ready to go back?" he asked as he handed her up into the seat. "Mmmm," was about all she could manage as he tucked the blanket in around her. Then he climbed in beside her as the driver stood to the side and waited. He was very territorial and having just claimed and marked her, there was no way he would let another man within touching distance, even if it was simply to hand her up into the sleigh. The driver seemed to

understand this. At moments like this her lover's possessiveness was a strong, forceful presence.

Five Once the sleigh began to move and the steady music of the sleigh bells filled the night, he pulled her up and onto his lap. She snuggled close and laid her head against his shoulder. Delicate wisps of snow settled on his dark jacket and on his eyebrows and the tips of his lashes. "This is perfect," she murmured, "absolutely perfect." "I hoped you would think so," he said as his hand settled on her silk-clad leg beneath her skirt. He kneaded her skin gently, a reminder of his possession. He separated her legs and played with her flesh, constant, light, fluttering as his fingers petted her. "It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I took it." "I'm so glad you did," she gasped as the tip of his finger entered her and stopped. She knew his goal was to keep her poised at the edge of pleasure, not allowing her to drop below a certain point, ever needy, ever wanting. Her flesh was hot, burning with the desire to again feel him inside her. Did he plan to keep this up all night? She had no doubt that he could, but he had never pushed her quite this far before. Then again tonight was special, it was magical and she opened to his touch, the feeling it aroused inside her, giving him everything he wanted, knowing she needed it, needed him to push her to the edge, drop her off and reel her back into his arms. With him she would always be safe letting go because he would always be there for her. He dropped his head and licked at her lips, tasting her and the night, and the clean, fresh flakes of snow. She opened her mouth and he sank his tongue deep inside as his finger pushed deeper into her. She arched her hips and he supped at her gasp of pleasure, swallowing it inside himself. On and on the kiss went as he ate at her lips, sucked at her tongue and his finger eased in and out of her channel in slow, lazy strokes. His thumb circled around her clit, never quite touching it, driving her mad with need.

The sleigh began to slow, the rhythm of the bells easing back and he slid his finger from her hot, wet vagina. He smiled down at her, caressed the side of her face, then eased her back onto the seat beside him just before the sleigh came to a halt beside the cabin. He helped her out onto the ground, then turned to the driver and handed him an envelope. "Thank you for your excellent service." Then he turned back to her and threaded her arm through his, guiding her back inside the cabin. It was a good thing he held her because she was so aroused she didn't think she'd be able to make it very far under her own powers. They stopped just past the doorway and he helped her with her coat and gloves and then led her to the sitting room and toward the sofa. The fire in the fireplace crackled with blazing life. Like the driver, he must have paid someone to attend to things while they were gone in order to make everything so perfect. He knelt before her and removed first one boot, and then the other. His hand stroked along her silken calf, lifting her foot he placed a kiss at her ankle and more along the side of her leg. Dropping her leg back to the floor, his hands sifted upward along either side of her leg and unhooked the fastenings holding her stocking securely. Slowly he rolled it down her leg to just above her knee. Stopping, he turned his gaze to her and smiled. In this simple gesture she thought she might come right there and then at the look in his eyes and the touch of his hands on her body. With a hand on either leg, he opened her wide. "Lean back," he said as he gazed at her most intimate flesh. He pulled her hips forward until she was at the very edge of the couch. She thought by his gaze he meant to taste her, but instead he veered toward her other silk-clad leg, stroking her thigh with his hands he eased up and unfastened the stocking, rolling it to just above her knee. His hands stroked across the exposed flesh of her upper thighs, kneading and petting as he had done in the sleigh. "Please," she begged as she arched toward him. "Let me come." "Not yet," he responded. He rose up and pulled her to bend slightly forward so he could unzip the back of her dress. Leisurely he pulled it over her shoulders and down over her breasts to fold low at her waist. He didn't remove it completely, leaving her half dressed. He leaned forward and suckled at

her breasts, swirling his tongue over her nipples, forcing them to tightly beaded erection, washing them thoroughly with his tongue, then leaned back to study her darkly blushed, prominent nipples. Through half closed lids she watched him, saw the dark lust in his gaze as his focus roamed over her body. Looking down she saw that her breasts gleamed wetly in the firelight and then her attention returned to him. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look to me right now? Almost too beautiful to touch. An exquisite work of erotic art. Only for me. My possession." She quivered inside at the sensual arousal she heard in his voice. She responded to his look, arching upward, offering herself silently to his perusal. For long moments he just stayed there looking at her and her pussy pulsed with needy emptiness. Finally, he stood and walked over to a small case setting on the table. She recognized it and tingled at what she surmised was to come. As she watched he pulled two items from the case—one was the new vibrator he had gifted her with just last week, and the other was a tube of warming lubricant. He turned and walked back to her, kneeling before her and looked at her as he prepared the vibrator. "What do you want, darling?" "I want to come, please." "Do you want me to put your toy inside you or do you want to do it?" She arched up again at the thought of having him toy with her this way. "Whatever you want. Whatever will give you pleasure," she whispered. He lifted one of her hands and kissed each of her fingertips, keeping her gaze the whole time. "I want to watch you pleasure yourself." He closed her fingers around the vibrator and then leaned back. It felt warm and slick in her hand, hard and thick. Bringing her other hand up, she centered the tip at her vagina, felt the firm head spread her lips. "Slowly," he commanded. "Nice and slow, until it is all the way in." With excruciating slowness she pushed it in, her sheath separating to accept the invasion, eager for the penetration. Minutes ticked by on the Grandfather's clock setting to the far right of the room as she inserted the vibrator inch by excruciating inch until finally it was lodged

completely inside her. She waited for his next command. "Move your hands away." She felt opened and exposed, penetrated and widened, an exotic display for his inspection and pleasure. He reached out and turned the vibrator on low. She hissed in sharply as she felt the reverberations throughout her body. He gripped the end pulled it out to the tip and shoved it deep. She screamed with the overwhelming pleasure that thrummed through her body. Panted with the need to come. He rose to his feet and hovered over her, looking down at her tight, needy body. "Stay exactly like that until I return. You will not come." The steady hum of the vibrator taunted her, teased her, drove her higher into the haze of lust. How it could possibly be this intense after what they had shared on the mountain she had no idea, but if at all possible it was even more so. She nodded her head to indicate she understood his instructions. Her gaze followed him as he walked up the steps to the loft, taking his time. He did not turn to look at her, assuming she would follow his directions without question. For a moment he disappeared from sight as he reached the top and she again felt the full impact of the vibrator as it teased and tugged at her body, keeping her poised at the very edge of painful desire, needing to orgasm as she never had before. Then he came back into view and she watched as he removed his clothes, piece by piece, lingeringly, ignoring her, but knowing she watched him, as he had meant for her to do. He lowered his pants and she saw the succulent outline of his tight, beautiful ass, the breadth of his broad, tanned shoulders and the slope of a strong back. He took his time, folding each piece of clothing and laying it aside. Finally, he turned around and she watched as he began to stroke his sex, his gaze on her knowing, watching her for the slightest sign she might lose total control. Even from this distance she could see his cock jutting out, thick, hard. He moved his hand along his length with loving, slow strokes. She saw the purplish head glisten with precum and she licked her lips, remembering the taste of him, wanting to consume him, needing him to fill her. And the vibrations consumed her body, magnified by her own natural response to the sight of him. For long moments he stood there,

taunting her with his amazing flesh, making her yearn to feel him, to touch him. She pushed her hips upward, rotated them, slid her hands along her exposed upper thighs. She needed relief, her body was consumed by fire, hotter than the one in the fireplace, a fever running rampant needing to be assuaged. She thought of the snow and the cold on the mountain, and never had she yearned for it more than right at this instant. He turned away and donned a maroon velour robe, tied the belt and sauntered down the steps and back across the room. Sweat broke out on her body as he once again knelt before her, his robe parting and his cock thrust through the opening, a tantalizing view of that which she coveted most at the moment. He turned his attention to the stocking on her left leg and slowly rolled it down her calf and tossed it to the side. He feathered his fingertips along her now bare leg and then turned to the other, doing the same and removing it from her body. He turned to the garter belt, unhooked it and slid it from around her. Tears of need spilled from her eyes, sobs erupted as she attempted to maintain control. She was so close, so very close, just one touch from him, one and she would shatter. He pulled her to her feet and she stood there, weaving unsteadily as he peeled the dress from her body, then pushed her back down to the same position. "Do you think you are ready?" he asked in a mild tone, yet his eyes were dark and filled with intention. "Please, oh God, please, I'm not sure I can hold on for much longer." "What do you need I wonder to make you come?" "A touch, one small touch. From you." He reached out and turned off the vibrator. A shuddering breath escape her. And then he touched her exactly where she needed it. One hand slid the vibrator from inside her as the other pressed and swirled over her clit and suddenly the room was gone as she screamed in ecstasy, her body erupting with her release, again and again, until finally she collapsed against the back of the couch, panting, attempting to gain some semblance of control after the powerful explosion. She felt weightless, unable to move, shuddering in anti-climatic pleasure. She looked up at him through hazy vision. Her gaze moved

downwards, to land on his thick cock, exposed between the separation of his robe. How could she think she could possibly do more, but the more she looked at the heady, bulging penis, with its glistening tip, the more she needed to feel him explode inside her mouth. "Let me suck you," she said in a raspy voice. As she watched he raised a hand to encircle his thick cock and her heart drummed in her chest. "You want this?" he asked mildly. Her body still pulsed with the echoes of her orgasm, her pussy still sensitive and needy. She licked her lips, clumsily she moved forward and knelt at his feet, looking up at him. Her hands gripped the sides of his robe. "Yes," she said. "Let me." He stared down at her, his gaze without expression, yet his eyes glittered in the subdued lighting as he studied her. He uncurled her fingers from his robe and stepped away. Her breath stuttered and she knew he would deny her. "Not now. There's a hot tub out back, more a small pool. You go on out. It will help ease some of that tension. I'll be with you shortly. The walkway and surrounding area are heated. It's totally protected by a tall fence." He nodded to a glass door beyond the fireplace. Abruptly he turned away and walked toward another door and exited the room. He left her with little choice. Slowly, she rose to her feet, and with faltering steps headed toward the door. She could see the steam rising from the small pool, warm and welcoming. Steam even rose from the surrounding stone patio. But beyond that the world was ice and snow. New snow, because heavy flakes still fell, cool, and fresh, each one unique. Her body thrummed, yet she felt calm and balanced as she padded toward the swirling waters. Sinking into the warm pulsing liquid, she knew there was more yet to anticipate from her demanding lover.

Six Leaning back, she closed her eyes as the warm water lapped over her skin. She felt the coolness of flakes as they landed on her face and she licked at the wetness on her lips. It was all so surreal and it was as though there was not another soul in the world except for her and her lover. There was no city where they both worked long, dedicated hours at professions they both enjoyed. There was no rush-hour traffic, no social events requiring their presence, no clients demanding their attention, no reports to be written or meetings to hold. No existence beyond this—a twilight world made up of erotic sensations in a winter wonderland of pleasure. She opened her eyes as she heard a clatter of glass and the padding of bare feet slapping against the warm, wet stone. Turning her head, she saw him walking toward her carrying a tray. He set it down at the edge of the pool, stood up and slipped off his robe. He stood there looking down at her, his body calling to her and she waded across the small heated pool to kneel there in the swirling warm, shallow waters, looking up at him. "Do you still want your treat?" he asked. His cock thrust prominently, fully erect, bursting for attention, his sacs heavy and defined. She licked her lips, savoring the memory of what it felt like to hold him in her hands, sinking between her lips, his hot, salty taste on her tongue, filling her mouth and pouring down her throat as he spasmed and pulsed, sucking at him. She nodded her head. "Yes, I do." He sank down, hunched before her, hard thighs splayed to either side of her face. She saw the muscles tighten and bulge. First one foot sank into the water to one side and then the other as he drew closer and sat on the edge. She could feel the heat, not just of the water, but of him, his sexual aroma permeated her senses, exciting her, arousing her. He reached over to the tray and scooped something from the large

bowl and held it out to her. "Taste," he said as he held his cupped hand filled with white frothy cream before her. "I've added something special. Tell me what it is and you shall have your treat." She now knew it was the kitchen he had gone to. Cooking and creating new recipes was a hobby of his. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped at the contents of his curved palm. It was sweet, smooth cream and she savored and swirled it in her mouth. She felt a tingling on her tongue, a refreshing taste melded with the light sweetness. She looked up at him and smiled. "You've added mint," she said triumphantly. She saw the look of approval in his eyes as he reached out to stroke her face. "Very good, kitten. Finish the cream and you know what to do with the rest. I want a little preview of what that tongue and mouth of yours can do." Eagerly, she leaned forward and with long strokes of her tongue lapped at the cream, cleaning his palm thoroughly of every speck of white. She reached up to clasp his wrist, sucking each individual finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue along its surface, then one last lingering swipe along the length of his hard palm. "Oh, yes," he growled, gazing down at her, his eyes locked with hers through the whole encounter. "Very, very good." He leaned back until he was resting on his elbows and his legs splayed widely to either side of her. His skin gleamed, his small brown nipples puckered with the briskness of the night, wet from the flakes falling faster and faster. She rose up from the water and felt the chill of the air grasp at her own body, making her nipples bead tightly, prominent and needy. Turning toward the bowl she scooped up a handful of the homemade whipped cream, then turned back to him, a smile on her lips. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed, flakes clinging to his dark lashes. She reached forward and began to apply the cream to his thick penis in long, slow strokes. "Oh, yeah," she heard him murmur as she took an excruciating amount of time to prepare her treat. She coated his balls, drawing her wet fingers up and between them, beneath and over until they were white with the cream, not a speck of flesh visible. Another scoop from the bowl and she began to coat his cock. A fingertip across the plumed head, admiring her creation as she smoothed the cream across the slit, delving inside, saw him arch and moan,

continued to taunt him with her touch, anticipating the moment when her hot mouth would consume him, sending him over the edge. More cream to decorate his burgeoning stalk, until finally he was completely cloaked in white cream. Now his body glistened not only from wet flakes from the sky, but sweat beaded his flesh as well. Now was the time. First, she leaned down and lapped at his balls, swirling her tongue around and between, under and over until all the frothy silk was consumed. She slowly trailed her tongue up over his length, swirling her tongue over the head, licking it clean and delving into his slit. "Damn, yes," he yelled and arched. "No one has a mouth and tongue like yours. God, yes." She felt a chuckle grow in her chest, a sense of power enveloping her as finally she consumed him, tasting not just the cream and mint, but his essence. She felt him pulse and expand beneath her ministration, hard and throbbing. Her tongue and mouth grew more insistent. She cupped and kneaded him with her hands, pressing them against his groin, pulled at his flesh with her mouth, driving him higher and higher. She gripped his hard thighs, and took him as deep into her mouth as she could, feeling the tip stroke against the back of her throat. And then he was gone, soaring high, and she felt him erupt, spewing hotly as she gulped at his cum, taking salty cream mixed with the sweetness and mint. God he tasted so good. She heard his shout of satisfaction and his hand gripped her hair, threading through the locks as he finally forced her up onto the ledge over his body, his penis now semi-erect in the aftermath of his orgasm. She climbed up his body, rubbing her slick flesh against his. When she was fully on top of him, he pulled her face to him and demanded her lips, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, kneading with a fierce dominance she reveled in. He yanked her legs to either side of his hips, opening her wide. Breaking the kiss, he looked up at her. "Ride me," he demanded. "Make me hard and ride me." She reached down between their melded bodies and grasped his penis, knowing it probably wouldn't take much to get him ready for her. Her fingers feathered over his smooth, hot flesh and her mouth dropped to sucked at his flat, hard nipples, pulling and tugging, nipping and teasing.

"Yes," he breathed. "Just like that. Damn, but you make me hot." Finally, she rose about him and enclosed him into her wet pussy, sliding over him with ease, until he was fully inside her. "Yeah, that's it," he said, encouraging her. He looked up at her through slitted lids, eyes glittering with lust. "Clasp your hands behind your neck." She did as he asked, thrust her chest forward and she saw the look of approval in his eyes. He reached up to tug at her nipples, his hands stretching to cup her heavy breasts as she bounced above him, riding him as he asked, the friction causing arrows of pleasure to shoot through her body. Falling snow melted on their bodies, singed almost before it struck their flesh as she rode him, on and on and on. His hands reached out to fasten onto her hips anchoring her to his body, his cock deep inside her. "Do you know what you look like right now?" he asked her. She wanted to move, yet the presence so thick inside her, teasing at her cervix was driving her crazy. It felt too good. "No," she gasped. "What do I look like?" "A fucking snow queen. Looking up at you, with the snow falling, thick and white, and the black sky. And you," he thrust his hips once, sending a shaft of pleasure pain racing through her, "bare, silky skin, beautiful breasts, open and taking me into that tight little pussy of yours. And you're all mine." "If you keep this up, I'm going to come without moving another muscle," she said. A chuckle deep in his chest erupted and he released her hips. Then she started riding him fast and hard, rubbing his cock against her clit, undulating her hips, needing to come, and wanting him to come. She knew it would take a long time because he had orgasmed so short a time before, but she meant to make him lose control again and she refused to let herself climax before that moment, no matter how much she wanted it. The world around them might be a frigid winter wonderland, but right now, riding him hard, the heat was like a sauna in a tropical paradise, surrounding them in lustful, sensual warmth, searing them with the passion that rose between them. Then she felt it, the tightening of his body and she slammed over

him, felt him erupt deep into her vagina, felt her own climax surge and spasm. His roar mingled with her scream and he rose up over her, pulling her tight to his body. Powerfully, he inched forward and dropped them into the warm, pulsing water, still spasming in release and another wave of pleasure coursed through her. She closed her eyes and leaned boneless against him. Finally, he slid from her body and pulled her toward where the tray set. He picked up one of the mugs and held it out for her to sip from. It was his own recipe of hot chocolate with a splash of whisky. She sipped at it eagerly, replete and oh so very tired. Moments later, he helped her from the pool and they padded into the cabin and upstairs to the bathroom where he took his time to bathe her thoroughly. She leaned back against the shower wall, a smile on her lips, thoroughly enjoying every touch of his hands on her body.

Seven She lay snuggled next to him in the bed beneath the thick quilts. He stroked his hand along her naked back as she gazed out the window at the first threads of gray dawn. "Happy anniversary, darling," he murmured, then kissed her chastely. "Happy anniversary," she offered in return, a smile curving her lips. Then she sighed. "I wish we could stay here forever. It's too perfect." "Well, I have a surprise for you." She turned to look up at him. "What kind of surprise?" "I purchased the cabin. It belongs to us and we can come up here as often as we like. Our own little world away from it all." She gasped. "You can't be serious. Oh my God, how did you manage it?" He pulled her back down to him. "A little wheeling and dealing. I've had a good year with our investments and I've been watching the real estate up in this area. It was just a question of being in the right place at the right time." "Oh, I love it here. I can't believe this." She leaned up and kissed him, tears in her eyes, then pulled away to look down at him. "You know I l—" He pressed a finger to her lips. "No, don't say it." She pressed her lips firmly closed. She would do nothing to ruin this moment, no matter how much she yearned to verbalize how full her heart was right now. So instead, she laid her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She would find the right time. For now, she would just have to settle for showing him how much she loved him. He was her lover, her husband, her companion, her master. Long moments later she lay beneath him, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Even in sleep he displayed his possession of her with one leg thrown across her hips and his fingers tightly fisted in her

hair. Again, she looked out the window and saw that the snow had not let up and in fact seemed to be a thick, solid blanket of white. She smiled and snuggled closer. Wouldn't it just be a shame if they were snowed in up here for a very, very long time? The man of her dreams making love to her in the home of her dreams, designing their own winter wonderland. What an intriguing idea.

About the Author Adrianna Dane (who also writes as Tess Maynard) has been writing since the age of ten. She currently resides in the state of Washington and is a member of RWA, Olympia Chapter of RWA, and EPIC. Adding sensual heat to romance with a dusting of suspense is Adrianna's motto. "Esmerelda's Secret" released by Amber Quill Press in June of 2004 was Adrianna's first book, and with that story and her subsequent books has firmly established herself as a voice in the sensual/erotic romance genre. Find out more about her current releases as well as planned future releases and appearances at www.adriannadane.com.