Three

His hands are on my hips, fingers digging into them and guiding my movements. He has control over the speed, how deep he drives his cock into me. I may be on top, but he has full control over me.

I'm his to maneuver, to manipulate.

The feeling of his cock driving into me as he bucks his hips to meet mine is unimaginable. He stretches me to the core, making me pant with growing heat. I cup my breast with one hand, the other freely bouncing directly in his face. His lips wrap around my nipple, sending another wave of heat to build in my core, waiting to erupt.

His pace increases as he senses my nearing release, and I have to press my palms flat against the planes of his chest for balance. He's so massive, and the way he handles me is erotic. I clench around his pulsating cock, and a striking white overtakes my vision.

I allow the sensation to overtake me and encase me in a veil of bliss. It's soothing, blinding, and everything I need from him.

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Freezing beneath a pile of blankets drenched in a cold sweat is not how I imagined I'd wake up. The dream is still fresh in my mind, but my body soon loses the heat I had felt within it. The heat he produced. His skin had been so warm, muscles so firm, and his touch so delicate yet rough. It was all delicious. But now it's all gone.

My chest tightens, and I feel a sense of loneliness. A cold bitter feeling settling in my chest I need to get rid of as soon as possible. It'll consume me as it fuels from the emptiness I feel within. I need physical touch, maybe more,

Wrapping the blanket I had slept with around me, I make my way out of the room to find Lennox. My head is still in a daze, swarming with endorphins, but my body calls out for the heat it had felt within the dream. My skin buzzes, and my heart thumps erratically, fighting to purge the emptiness. I can feel a churning need within me. I need to be touched, warmed up, and filled to the brim with heat.

I chew on my lip as I make my way upstairs one step at a time. I don't have a clue which room Lennox resides in, but I follow the tether leading me down the hall. The pull is strong and cannot be ignored. After allowing it to lead me down the hall, I find myself face to face with a dark ash wood door with a rusted handle.

"Lennox?" I knock quietly, my teeth clattering and hands numbed with the cold feeling overtaking my body. Silence within the bedroom.

I knock insistently on his door this time and get no answer. Having had enough of waiting, I turn the handle to find it unlocked then step inside. Closing the door as quietly as possible behind me, I notice the room is just as cold as mine, possibly even colder. I have to squint my eyes to find the bed as the room is nearly pitch black.

I see a figure snoozing on the bed, most of the quilts on the floor. Stepping closer, Lennox's form comes into view in the dark room. I can see the outline of his body. He's shirtless from what I can tell, and that only makes me quiver.

Gathering some courage, I lay a flat palm on his stomach. I take in a sharp breath. His muscles are firm, undeniably rigid, and warmth seeps into me. I shake him gently and whisper his name. His hand clasps around mine, and he groans in his sleep, dragging my fingers down his toned abdomen to the string of his pants.

His hardened length makes contact with my fingers, and his hips buck to meet my palm. My eyes widen in the darkness, and I'm sure my pupils are blown. His cock is thicker than I imagined, so much fuller. Taking back my hand, I refrain from touching him until I know he's fully awake.

"Please wake up." I lean in closer. "I need you."

I hadn't meant to sound so needy, so full of lust and desire, but I'm too far gone to care. I had touched him, gone to lengths with him in my dream, but feeling him while I'm awake is something else entirely. He's erotic and arouses me like I've never been before.

"Come here then." His raspy voice vibrates into me, and his arms come around my waist. Pulling me into the bed with him, he cocoons me in his embrace. My body shivers as his legs tangle up with mine, and I all but grab one of his hands and place it beneath my shirt.

He roams my skin like a temple, mapping out every curvature, dip, and texture. His lips meet my neck, and he produces this strangely comforting sound. It has a smooth texture that seeps into my pores then travels down my skin to wrap around my nipples. The sound reminds me of purring, but it's louder and turns into a physical touch on my skin. It only serves to awaken me and pull me closer to him.

My fingers dig into his hair and tug, bringing him closer to me. He pushes me onto my back and bucks his bulge into my spread thighs with his face still buried in my neck. He trails kisses down to my breasts, and I quiver with the contact, pushing my chest up.

He pushes my shirt up, exposing my bare skin, and squeezes a breast. The cold air hardens my nipple to a nub, but he's quick to take it into his mouth. With his tongue skillfully tracing around my areola, he whispers against my skin.

"You taste so sweet, so familiar. Like a haunting dream."

After removing my shirt and pants, I'm left nearly naked beneath him, but I couldn't feel warmer. His teeth bite down on my nipple, and a loud moan leaves my lips. Teasing fingers trace my stomach down to the top of my silky underwear. When he presses and rubs circles on my clit I break into moans and whimpers, needing more of him.

"Shh, I'll take care of you."

My panties are carefully discarded soon after his fingers smoothing down the sides of my thighs to my calves and finally my ankles. His lips finally meet mine when his fingers reach my melting core, and I soak in his musky taste. He pushes his tongue deep into my mouth, lapping and drinking from me. The anticipation grows within me as the seconds' tick by. He then turns me onto my stomach, my bare ass exposed to him. I sense him lean over me, and he presses his chest to my back, his elbows folded beneath him.

The swollen tip of his cock grinds between my thighs, his slick precum coating between us. I moan, and he groans with lust in my ear. My fingers grip his pillow as his intoxicating scent of pine and fresh snowfall envelopes my entire being. One of his hands reaches down to perch my thigh up, allowing him access to my slick folds.

"Please, Lennox. Sink into me." I pant with need, my voice sounding small and yearning. "I need your cock."

An animalistic sound leaves him, vibrating down my spine, then reaching my core and causing slick to trickle down from my inner walls onto his bedsheets. He pushes the swollen head of his cock into me, stretching me out until he's fully sheathed inside my soaked channel. I press my face into his pillow and bite down on my lip to keep from screaming with ecstasy.

He is huge, thicker than four of my fingers, and he stretches me out wider than my dreams have ever imagined. The girth of his cock is delicious; my walls clamp around him tightly. He slowly slides out of me, leaving just the tip of his cock inside.

"So fucking good." He groans above me. "Your pussy wraps around me perfectly, snow."

"More." I manage to say, placing my knees beneath me and pushing my ass back to meet his hips. I groan into the pillow as his cock slides back into my slick and presses my g-spot perfectly.

He chuckles, and I sense him watching me. An uncontrollable trembling overtakes my body, making it a writhing mass of need and lust beneath this feline beast. Longing fills my chest, a need for him to finish what he started. To fill me up to the brim with his thick warmth.

This primal sensation takes over me, making me push my hips back and forth with speed to fill my own needs. Our skin claps, and a throbbing pulses at my temples as I begin to see white behind my closed lids.

"That's it, my little snowflake. Nice and steady." He guides my hips along his length, keeping himself still and allowing me to control how hard I impale myself on his cock.

I tremble and quake, my walls grip him tightly, and I feel him pulsating inside me. He grows and thickens with each stroke, filling me up to the hilt and stretching me to fit his size. How is that possible? He's going to split me in half.

An animalistic growl rips through his chest, and he grips my hips, halting my movements. Pulling my face out from the pillow, I turn to face him.

"What are you— Oh!"

He slaps our hips together with immense force, pushing my body forward and nearly making me hit the headboard. He pulls out slowly, so I feel every inch of his girth, then pushes back in with a clap. I sense his arms reach above me, toward the headboard, and I brace.

"Hold tight. I can't hold back anymore." His voice is deeper, laced with an edge that utterly terrifies me. He doesn't allow me another moment, for he plunges deep into me, tearing into my channel with merciless force. My screams are muffled by his pillow, and they seem to fuel his primal lust.

I feel my body go rigid as he pounds into me mercilessly, feeding my every desire and replacing every dream I've ever had with this very moment. He pushes the area between my shoulder blades, pressing my breasts flat against the mattress, and pulls an orgasm out of me with each stroke.

Our scents mix in the air and sink into my pores, into my blood. The mix creates a unique aroma I'll never forget.

He relishes in my ecstasy as I come undone, my body shuddering and writhing as my orgasm travels and burns through every nerve. Yet, he never stops. With each shudder, he deliciously plunges into me, and I delight in every second of it. He soon comes undone inside me, bathing my walls in his essence, in his thick ropy streams of cum and pushing it deep into my pussy.

With his cock pulsating inside me, he halts, leaning close to my ear and licking the shell of it.

"I've dreamt of this moment every damn night, snow." I feel a tug on my scalp as he wraps my hair around his fist and tugs. "You're fucking mine now. You understand me?"

I nod.

"Speak. I need to hear you say it."

"Yes. I'm yours."

"You're bound to me."

I can't process his words, for he tugs my head to the side and dips to my neck. His lips wrap around a sensitive spot between my shoulder and neck, his hot wet tongue licking the area and sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. I feel his fangs drop. Those sharp canines elongate to a sharp point and sink into me.

I scream, but he holds me in place.

Clawing at his muscular and toned forearm, I cry for him to release me. Then another wave of ecstasy crashes through me, making my skin tingle and forget about the pain as pleasure overcomes it. I fucking orgasm again.

When he releases me, he licks the wound. The action soothes it strangely enough. I fall to the pillow, and he flips me over, his cock still buried inside me.

"What the fuck, Lennox?" I spit at him, enraged.

"You belong to me. My delicate snowflake." He chuckles, leaning down and nuzzling my face. "Was this my Christmas present? You're a few days early."

"What? Don't change the subject. Why'd you bite me, you feral animal?" I push at his chest roughly, but he seizes my wrists and pins them down.

"Watch your mouth." He growls, and a wave of his dominance hits me. "My leopard claimed you. The wound will heal, but it'll scar."

"I know that. Why'd you do it? You didn't ask if I wanted it." I tug my wrists free, and he moves his cock inside me, making me shudder.

"Shall I show you just how much you were begging me?"

I swallow. Should he? He feels fucking amazing inside me right now.

His chest begins to produce that peculiar sound from before, sounding like a deep resonating purr. Before it had awakened me to him, pulled at that need and yearning for him. Now, it's like a wave of tiredness and fulfillment has hit me. I find it hard to keep my eyes open. A smile forms on my face.

"Sleep, snow. I'll be here when you wake."

I hum, and he traces the bridge of my nose with a finger. Even in the low lighting, I can still make out his facial features. He looks relaxed, content even. Is he smiling?

"I like that. The purring."

He places a kiss on my forehead, and I feel him pull out of me. Pressing my thighs together to keep our juices inside me and from getting on the sheets, I turn to him, and he tucks me under his chin, then pulls me flush against his chest. His arms and his reverberating purring wrap me in a veil of comforting warmth and safety, then lull me to sleep.