Chapter 6

The storm outside had turned from a gentle patter into a violent, roaring tempest, the kind that makes the old timber frame of the cabin groan under the pressure of the wind. Inside the private room, however, the world had narrowed down to the heat radiating from the stone fireplace and the heavy, electric tension hanging in the air between us. I was sprawled across the plush, velvet-upholstered couch, my legs hooked over the armrest, offering him the view he’d been craving for the last hour. The rain lashed against the high windows, blurring the mountain landscape into a dark, impressionist smear, but I couldn’t see the trees. I could only feel the weight of his eyes on my exposed backside, the way his fingers traced the curve of my hips like he was memorizing the topography of my skin. He had already prepped me, stretching me out with his thick thumb until I was slick and ready, but now he was taking his time, savoring the anticipation. The fire crackled, sending sparks up the chimney, and the scent of burning oak mixed with the musk of our arousal. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my