Winter’s POV

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he finally released my pinned hands. The relief was short-lived. He immediately used his free hands to grip the backs of my thighs, pushing my legs up, spreading me open even wider for him.

He rose over me, his face a mask of primal hunger, and then his lips were on mine. It wasn't a kiss; it was a conquest. He devoured me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, kissing me like a crazed animal.

He didn't care if I could breathe, ...