He cupped her face with one hand, thumb brushing her cheek with surprising gentleness, a stark contrast to the hunger in his eyes.
His other hand traced lower, deliberately slow, fingers ghosting over her collarbone, trailing down between her breasts, skimming along her ribs with feather-light touches that made her skin burn despite his cold.
Every touch was deliberate, possessive, claiming her inch by inch.
Her mind went foggy, thoughts scattering like snowflakes in a storm. She submitted to the sensation, to him, surrendering control as she let her head fall back.
His lips left hers to trail kisses down her jaw, finding the sensitive spot just below her ear before moving to her neck.
His cold breath against her heated skin made her shiver, goosebumps rising everywhere he touched.
His hand curved around her breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, and she gasped sharply, fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks through his shirt.
