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The warm, stuffy air of Kristoff’s bedroom washed over my back as he pushed us through the door. The room had darkened considerably with the raging storm; the fire burned low and cast a soft, warm glow over the bed and our shadows danced on the walls.
I heard the soft, distinct sound of his door clicking shut behind us over the blood rushing through my ears. I broke away from kissing him to touch his face gently, stroking his cheek, his jaw. I needed to take a deep breath. He paused and held us still for a moment, looking deeply into my eyes and smiling. I couldn’t believe that this was finally happening. I didn’t expect any of this when I left camp yesterday - not to be caught in an unexpected, severe storm; having to be “rescued” by Kristoff, of all people; the power outage; or the deadly wind chill outside.
Most of all, I didn’t expect to find myself in a gorgeous cabin with a gorgeous man who was quickly stealing my heart and my ability to breathe normally.
Kristoff took a few steps and gently laid me on the bed, my body spread out and sinking into the plush and cozy flannel. I scooted back until my head hit the pillows, my hair fanning out around me. I looked up at Kristoff, still standing at the foot of the bed watching me, and hoped that my desire for him was clear. He stared for another minute, whiskey eyes tracing me from head to toe, then he climbed on the bed and crawled over to me. He placed a knee on either side of my legs then bent over my frame, hands braced against the soft mattress. He stayed that way, hovering over me, our bodies not touching.
“Anna,” he whispered, soft and sweet, and reached out to graze the side of my face. I let my hands wander up his arms, pausing to squeeze the hard muscles there. I traced my fingertips across his shoulders and chest and paused when I reached his collar.
I took a deep breath and slowly began unbuttoning Kristoff’s shirt. He let out a sigh and hung his head, breathing deeply and watching my hands as they worked their way down his torso.
I undid the last button and the shirt hung loosely from his frame, brushing against my chest and stomach. Kristoff leaned back on his knees and slowly slid the shirt across his shoulders and down his arms, freeing his hands, before dropping it quietly on the floor next to the bed. Then he reached down and grabbed the hem of his silk underlayer and pointedly pulled it up over his head. My heart pounded harder with each inch of pale skin he exposed.
My eyes traced the bandages on his side, hoping that our earlier hard labor didn’t hurt him or tear his wound open. I thought back to yesterday, remembering his pale face, grimacing in pain as he charged through the door. My heart had dropped into my stomach when I realized that he was injured. I hadn’t processed how very scared I was for him until now. Gently, I traced the bandage with my fingertips. Kristoff’s stomach rippled under my light touch.
I continued to marvel at his body, so huge compared to my own. I should have maybe been frightened of his sheer size, but when I looked at Kristoff, I saw comfort and safety. Years of hard labor and living in the wild had served him well. He was born to be a protector. I trusted him with my life; I trusted him with my heart.
Overwhelmed by my feelings for him, my eyes began to mist, and I quickly blinked the beginnings of tears away. Kristoff noticed anyways. His thumb came up to trace under my left eye, seeking confirmation of the moisture he expected to find there. Concern flashed across his face.
“Anna, we don’t have-”
“I’m fucking falling in love with you,” I blurted out, cutting him off.
His stunned face froze in shock as he processed my words. His lips curled in a slow and tentative smile, eyes wide, a million emotions playing out on his face as he shook his head. Then he closed his eyes and became as still as ice above me.
The moment ticked on, heavily, as the weight of my words sunk in.
Slowly, Kristoff’s face transformed as he got a handle on his emotions. He let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized he was holding; his chest shook greatly with the effort. Then he deliberately opened his eyes, seeking and searching mine.
Gaze steady, he leaned over me. His forearms rested against the mattress, supporting most of his substantial weight. He allowed our bodies to connect. I felt the heat of his skin through my clothing, the bulk of his strength surrounding me, pushing me into the feathers at my back. I gasped as I felt him fully against me and he stopped at the sound, face hovering over my own.
Kristoff’s own eyes were wet with unshed tears and a searing intensity that I felt in my core. The deep brown of his irises glowed and burned against long black eyelashes. I lost myself to the depth there, drowning in honey, in him.
“Anna,” he breathed, voice shaky but firm in conviction, “I didn’t know what love truly was until I knew you. You’ve changed me, kid. Good God, do I love you, too.”
The tears flowed down my face at his words, unbidden. My heart seized in my chest. My head spun.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered, the nickname rolling off his tongue casually. I gasped deeply for air and shivered with pleasure at his tone.
“Kristoff…”
He answered my plea by crashing his lips to mine, nearly crushing me underneath his weight. His mouth was hot and needy as his lips sucked and pulled at my own. His beard scratched against my face, burning my skin, but I didn’t care. I nipped at his bottom lip with my teeth and he growled from above me; I felt my nipples tighten as the vibration from his chest reverberated through me. I decided suddenly that I was wearing way too many layers.
Kristoff had the same idea.
He rolled us in one swift motion so that he was flat against his back on the bed and I was sprawled on top of him, our legs tangled together. One hand came up to brush the hair from my face and hold my head to him as his tongue entered my mouth; the other pushed against my lower back until I ground myself down on him with no space between us. He splayed his fingers against my backside and firmly held me there. I felt the hard length of him against my belly.
I feverishly kissed Kristoff back and moved my mouth down his neck, sucking against the skin in the hollow where his shoulder and neck met, my nails raking down his chest. I wiggled my backside to get him to release his hold on me then shifted my hips until I was straddling him properly. He groaned deep in his throat at the contact.
I leaned back as I reached for the waistband of his pants and began unbuckling his belt. I unfastened it and was reaching for the zipper when his hand covered mine, stopping me.
“You’re still wearing too many fucking layers, Anna,” he said. “Time to even up.”
He bunched the long flannel shirt I was wearing in his hands until he could grab the hem of my sweater and undershirt and then ripped all three over my head. I had just enough time to raise my arms before the fabric swooshed past my face. Kristoff’s mouth was on the exposed skin without missing a beat, his tongue tracing the valley between my breasts, large hands settled at my waist. Within seconds, my bra joined our growing pile of clothing on the floor. I cradled his head as he worked his tongue and teeth against me and ran my fingers through his hair while rocking my hips down against his.
He leaned me back, shifting us again until my head was hanging from the foot of the bed, my hair cascading over the side. The heat of the fire washed over my face.
Kristoff worked his way down my body, kissing along my stomach. He made quick work of the zipper on my jeans and pulled my pants open, mouth advancing on the exposed skin of my hips. Then he hooked his thumbs through the waistband of my pants and rocked back on his knees, lifting me as he pulled the jeans further down my body. He took a foot in each hand and slid the small opening down my ankles until the fabric could be drug from my legs along with my socks.
Then Kristoff made eye contact as he leaned forward and slid his thumbs under my underwear at my hips. He paused there, waiting, asking a silent question with his eyes.
I nodded, planted my feet in the downy mattress, and lifted my hips to him. He slid my underwear from my body and then I was exposed to him fully.
His eyes roamed from my toes up the bare skin of my legs. His gaze lingered for a moment at the juncture of my thighs and I felt a blush spread down my chest at the intense look of wanting on his face. He sensed it; his eyes followed the blush to my face, where he locked his gaze with mine.
Then he boldly reached for the fly of his pants and undid the zipper. My breath caught in my throat and I swallowed hard. Kristoff gripped the remaining layers of clothing and pushed them down together, exposing himself to me inch by inch. My mouth went dry and my eyes widened at the sight of him. I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to regulate my breathing while clenching my thighs together, seeking relief from the tension building there.
The bed shifted and then Kristoff’s skin was against mine again. “You know,” he whispered against my neck, “a guy could get used to a reaction like that. Does wonders for the male ego.” He chuckled softly in my ear and pressed a warm kiss to my neck.
I flushed, embarrassed, but also unashamed. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Kristoff,” I mumbled. I turned my head and found his lips with mine. I gave him a brief kiss, then muttered into his lips, “I’ll never get used to seeing you like this.”
He pulled back so he could more clearly see my face. He stared at me thoughtfully for a moment, then said, “I want you here with me, Anna. I want to see you like this, stretched out on my bed, wanting and shaking with desire, again and again.”
He kissed my lips gently. “I’ve thought about this moment too many times,” he added.
“How long have you been thinking about this, us?” I asked.
He looked me in the eye. “Years.”
I inhaled sharply through my teeth, surprised that Kristoff had held and hid these feelings for me so for long, while I only just now figured it out for myself.
“I don’t want you to think that what’s happening here is just because of the storm or cabin fever,” he said. “I’ve wanted you for a long time. I’ll always want you, Anna.”
I stroked his beard with my fingers and traced the outline of his lips with my thumb. Then I gave him the sweetest kiss I could muster, eyes open and full of promise. I put everything I couldn’t find the words to say into the kiss, showing him that I wanted this, with him, for more than one night. I wanted a life with Kristoff. I wanted him for forever.
When I pulled back, he was gazing at me with an expression of such adoration, my head spun with happiness.
Hand still on his face, I whispered to him, “Then have me, Kristoff. Because I’m yours.”
At my words, his eyes turned from a golden ember to smoky black and his grip at my waist tightened, fingers digging into my skin. I came alive under his touch, the throbbing between my legs intensifying.
I pulled his face down to mine and attacked his mouth. He met me kiss for kiss, teeth nipping, tongues brushing against each other. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as he shifted above me, taking both of my wrists in one very large hand and holding it above my head, hanging in midair beyond the bed. The movement brought the weight of his chest down against mine. Though he was heavy, I didn’t care. I wanted to feel his weight, needed him even closer. I pushed my chest up into his and whimpered as his chest hair brushed against the tips of my breasts. He understood my desire for more and with his free hand, firmly caressed me, lightly pinching and rolling my small breasts in his large hand. I sighed into his mouth and kissed him hungrily.
After a moment, Kristoff’s mouth left my own to wander down my neck. He was bruising in his ministrations, lapping at me with his tongue and sucking my skin almost painfully with his lips. When his teeth bit into my neck, I felt it deep in my belly, and I moaned, loudly, thrashing underneath him with want.
He suddenly stopped his brutal kisses and leaned his head against mine, panting into my ear.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breathy and uneven, “don’t fucking stop, Kristoff. That’s an order.”
He brought my hands back from over my head, placing them on his shoulders, before sliding both of his hands down around my waist and holding me there, gently. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling gently and he grunted into my ear. His fingers caressed the skin of my belly and down, though not where I wanted to be touched the most. The gentle touch was shocking compared to the passionate and rough contact we had mere seconds ago.
“Not the first time,” he mumbled into my neck with a soft kiss at my ear. I wasn’t sure which one of us he was talking to or what he meant.
I pulled his hair until he was forced to look at me, though he avoided my eyes. “What?” I asked. My voice came out deeper than usual, raspy with desire. I could still feel his teeth on me, my neck throbbing where he marked me as his.
At my tone, his eyes snapped to mine. I gasped in pleasure; his eyes were molten, pure sex. I shivered underneath him.
“I promised myself that I’d make love to you before I fuck you, Anna,” he said. I felt his words between my legs and my whole body clenched in response. I was very, very close to the edge and he hadn’t even touched me properly yet.
“Why?” I gasped out. “I need you to fucking touch me,” I begged, impatient.
He chuckled warmly and caressed my face. “Because I want to take my time,” he said, his hand drifting down my body, closer to where I needed him.
“Because I want to memorize you like this, underneath me, panting with want, begging me to touch you,” he said as his fingertips grazed me. “Because I want to taste and touch and love every square inch of you, Anna.” He slipped a finger inside me as he finished his sentence and I came apart beneath him.
“Good God,” he muttered, his mouth slowly making its way down my neck and shoulders, across my tender breasts. My chest heaved and my limbs felt heavy as I rode it out, unable to speak. He didn’t stop his movements. His hand still pleasured me and I ground down against it, seeking more and unable to voice it. Reading me as always, Kristoff kept kissing down my body until his mouth joined his hand. I groaned at the way his beard felt, scratching against the tender skin of my inner thighs. The burning of his beard and the pressure of his tongue was unlike anything I had ever felt. It wasn’t long before my hands were tangled in his hair and I was losing control of myself again as he worked his tongue against me.
It still wasn’t enough. I needed to feel him.
“Kristoff,” I whispered. “Kristoff, please. I need you to make love to me. Now.”
He kissed his way back up my body, his hands following in the most delicate caress up my sides. He held my face in his hands and kissed me, hard, though not as bruising as before. I tasted myself on his tongue. He was both sweet and wild, tender and rugged. Everything about him was driving me wild.
I reached down between us, searching for him. When I grasped the length of him in my hand, he broke the kiss and let out a strangled groan. With his forehead resting against mine and most of his weight supported by his arms, I gently guided him between my legs. Before our bodies connected, I let him go and reached up to stroke his beard.
“I love you, Kristoff,” I said sincerely and matter of factly, my voice clear and unwavering. I needed him to know that it wasn’t just cabin fever for me, either.
He pushed his hips slightly forward until I could feel him just at my entrance; there he paused and leaned in until his lips were touching mine.
“I love you,” he whispered, then pushed with his hips and entered me fully with one thrust. I felt his body shake with effort as he then held as still as possible, enabling me to get accustomed to his size. He stroked my hair and my breast with his hands while whispering that he loved me over and over again. I could feel him stretching me in every direction; I thought I might crack and yet it still wasn’t enough. I shifted my hips, gently moving myself under him as he watched my face with concerned eyes. The movement made me shudder.
“Baby?” he asked, voice full of concern. I rocked my hips again, faster this time. Oh. Ohh. There it was. I let my head fall back with a sigh. Then I repeated the action.
“Fuck, Kristoff,” I moaned. “Move. Please move.”
“Yes, boss,” he whispered, and I smacked him, hard. He responded by shifting his hips and grinding against me. I let loose a long string of profanities, which only spurred him on. He sped up his motions and allowed his weight to settle on me. He cradled me with his body, covering me completely, his chest pressed against my own. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved only his hips and I held on tightly to his broad back.
He kissed me as he rocked into me. His beard burned my face. His kisses were messy and distracted, sloppy and sexy. They made my toes curl and my heart warm.
The warmth also was quickly spreading through me. I moaned his name and he pressed harder and faster into me. Through his lovemaking, he never lost focus on me, whispering naughty thoughts in my ear and telling me he loved me repeatedly.
“That’s it, baby,” he panted into my neck as I tightened around him. “Gods, Anna, you feel incredible. I love you, baby. I’ll love you forever. Never get enough of you.”
I lost myself at his words and with his movements. Kristoff surrounded me and invaded my every sense. I could still taste myself from his kisses, along with the salty flavor of sweat. With each gasp, I inhaled the charred air, smoky and earthy from the fire burning low. The soft flannel at my back grazed my skin and felt like home. I heard our combined heavy breathing and deep moans, Kristoff’s sweet words, the wind howling outside as ice pelted the windows. But most of all, I felt him, his strong body covering every inch of mine, his skin sliding against my own as he moved us like we had been making practiced love for years. I knew, deep in my soul, that this was where I belonged. That I would never get enough of him.
“Kristoff,” I whispered his name, a prayer, a breath. A promise.
His arms shook with effort as he slowly lost control. He answered my plea with his own prayer, my name falling sweetly from his lips, and my body clenched around him, hard. He let out a feral yell as he chased his own release. I felt his warmth spread through me as my body continued to squeeze him, claiming him. He all but collapsed on top of me, spent and groaning, his body shuddering and spasming while still inside me. He had the mind to tuck his hands under me and roll us until I was collapsed on top of his sweaty chest, my hair spread around him in damp waves, his arms wrapped loosely around me, holding me gently to him. I reached for the edge of the quilt and pulled it up and over us, tucking us in.
With Kristoff still inside me, rough hands wrapped around my back protectively, and the warmth and safety of the fire and flannel, it wasn’t long before I drifted off in a deep and easy slumber, a spent smile on my face.
Outside, the storm raged on, kissing the world with burning frostbite.