Light streamed in from the windows causing her to stir, groaning she turned deeper into the pillow. Why in the world did she leave her curtains open? She normally never opened her bedroom curtains, she hated morning light while sleeping. Sleep was a divine thing and should never be disturbed at all cost.

 

The warm radiating presence next to her pulled her from her exhaustion.

 

With his head facing away from her Lasette let last night's memories replay in her mind. There was no regret nor embarrassment at their spur of the moment act. No, what she felt was far more startling, a deep longing aching in her chest for this man. Slipping out of the bed she pulled on the pullover Dorian wore last night and tiptoed out of the room.

 

Walking into the living room she was relieved to see that the power was back on, maybe civilization was returning to normal. Looking out the window, she could see that the snow stopped coming down leaving everything blanketed in thick white clouds of snow. Unplugging her phone from the charger Lasette walked down the unexplored hallway she noticed last night.

 

Stopping in the first empty bedroom she softly closed the door behind her, she needed a few moments to get her thoughts together. Last night…God, where did she begin? Last night was probably the most shockingly traumatic night she ever experienced. But she would do it all over again if that meant spending the night in Dorian's arms again. Walking towards the frosty window her bare feet and legs trembled at the cold and maybe even from the thought of him. Leaning against the windows edge, she felt her stomach knot with worry as she wondered what happens next.

 

She really knew nothing about the man sleeping in the other room, she wasn't sure if he considered this a one-time occurrence or did he want to try and give "them" a shot. Was he even a relationship type of guy? Was that something he even wanted? He seemed possessive enough last night.

 

The vibration of her phone caught her attention. Smiling she read all of Corey's raving text varying from panicking to downright anger. Judging by the texts, she could tell the angry portion were after her phone call with him last night since most of them mentioned not letting that "bastard" touch her.

 

Replying to some of her friends' texts she stopped when she read Lance's worried text. Tilting her head to the side in thought, Lasette decided to call him rather than text back.

 

Turning toward the window, she dialed his number and waited as it rang. A gust of warm air from the vent above made her shiver reminding her of her nudity underneath the large pullover.

 

Lance answered.

 

"Hi, I just wanted to let you know I'm all right."

 

She could hear the worry in his voice as he expressed his relief. A part of her felt bad for what she was about to do. The problem was there just wasn't any chemistry between them. Sure he was cute, and they got along but that was about it—it was nothing like what she experienced with Dorian.

 

"Thank you, Lance I really appreciate it. It was a crappy night, and I am just now getting a signal," she lied partly.

 

Saying he understood he began to tell her about his own experience in the outage last night.

 

The electric static feeling on the back of her neck made her aware of the presence behind her. Whipping around Lasette's eyes went wide when she saw Dorian standing dressed only in sweats at the doorway. Standing stone still he gave her an unreadable look, his gray eyes piercing directly into hers.

 

Lance mentioned telling her more tomorrow at their scheduled date.

 

Averting her gaze from Dorian's she tried to quickly continue the call. "Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about," she said in a lower tone, self-conscious by Dorian's domineering presence. "I won't be able to make our date."

 

Lance began to question if everything was all right when Dorian began walking towards her. The storm in his eyes moments ago seemed to change, there was an unrecognizable glint in his eyes. Startled by his advance Lasette bumped into the wall behind her as he stopped in front of her.

 

There was silence on the phone, Lance was waiting for her to respond.

 

"Umm, I just… I mean I'm fine," she said breathlessly as she watched Dorian lower to his haunches before her. "I just thought about it more, and I don't think I'm a good fit for you."

 

By now she was only catching every other word Lance was saying, she was far too focused on Dorian's movements to pay attention.

 

Pushing the pullover sweater up he came face-to-face with her brown curls. Spreading her legs apart he placed scorching hot kisses around her aching hot center sending waves of anticipating torture throughout her body.

 

Pressing the phone to her breast, she pleaded silently in a strained whisper. "Please Dorian stop."

 

He ignored her, spreading her lips with one hand before pressing his lips directly to her swollen clit. Pressing the phone tighter to herself, she let out a low moan. Reflexively she arched her back wanting more contact.

 

Dorian stood up in response.

 

Frustrated she gave him a scathing look to which he merely smiled.

 

"End it with him." He commanded, dark pupils glittered steadily at her amidst the storm in his eyes.

 

Bringing the phone back up to her ear she apologized for her lack of responsiveness and again tried to end the call politely. Lance wasn't backing down, however. He wanted to know why she was breaking it off with him all of a sudden. Wanting to scream in frustration Lasette was prepared to just hang up when she felt the phone being taken away from her hand.

 

Holding the phone between his ear and shoulder Dorian grabbed each of her knees, hooking her legs around his waist. Bracing herself against his thick shoulders as she rode high on his strong hips, she watched mesmerized as he gave her a wink.

 

"Hey Lance," he said with a smile as he let his sweats drop to the floor around his feet. "Don't worry, I got it from here. Do me a favor though, and delete this number."

 

Releasing the line, he let the phone fall onto his clothes on the floor. Taking off her own sweatshirt Lasette met his lips with a hunger she couldn't put into words. Dorian hauled her knees up further over his firm hips opening her to his seeking cock in response. Without hesitation, he pushed his thick length inside of her causing her to let out a groan at the snug intrusion. Not giving her time to adjust he lifted her easily in his arms before forcing her back down onto his shaft. The movement was so quick and harsh Lasette felt as if he was reaching a new place deep inside of her.

 

Again he lifted her before pushing her back down bouncing her violently on his cock. Ignoring her cries, he buried his head into the crook of her shoulder and continued the frenzied pace. The groans and cries filled the empty room echoing around them as their slick body's slapped together again and again. Driving into her one last time Lasette's body tightened violently as she let out a piercing scream. Backing her into the wall behind her until her back was flat against the cool surface, Dorian braced one hand against the wall letting out a deep guttural groan of completion as her body tightened around his shaft milking him dry.

 

Eventually, they made it back to the bed. Lasette snuggled closer to Dorian's chest and shivered comfortably at the feel of his fingers running through her hair.

 

"From the moment I saw you I wondered what it would feel like to have you in my arms," she could feel the rumble of his voice beneath her ear. "To experience your warmth and to hear you cry my name in my arms."

 

"Dorian…" Lasette was speechless, she wasn't sure what to say.

 

Cradling her face with both hands, he placed a firm kiss on her lips.

 

"I'm happy I found you."

 

Smiling she buried her face into his chest to hide her tears of joy. "Me too."

 

"I guess we need to get moving sweetheart," he yawned lazily rolling them both over until there positions were switched and he lay on top of her. "I have got two important missions today."

 

Confused she gave him a questioning grin. "Oh? And what might those be?"

 

"One, get you back home as promised to satisfy your lunatic brother who as we speak is calling my phone non-stop." Dorian got up from the bed totally unashamed of his nudity tugging her by the hand to follow.

 

"And the second?" She followed him into the bathroom.

 

Turning on the hot spray of the shower he guided her in behind him." Secondly and this is the most important mission, so listen carefully."

 

Grinning at his serious look he gave her, she nodded.

 

"Secondly I want to see if I was right about a hunch I had."

 

Confused she shook her head, not sure at all what he was referring to.

 

With a dashing smile, he answered. "I want to see if you bought all the accessories to that riding outfit you mentioned last night—riding crop and all."

 

Heat bloomed across her face as he pulled her close in laughter. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her naked body close to his, what started off as a cold, fateful night was leading to a lifetime of warmth and happiness.

 

 

Fin