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Valentine’s Saint’s Hotel seemed to be the only refuge you and Arthur could find against the brutal winter winds. Dutch had sent you two out to scout a warehouse a little north of Valentine, which was ripe for the picking, according to him. You both figured that it would be an easy hit, especially since it wouldn’t be longer than a day’s ride, should the weather remain calm. It was late January, and you both figured that the season of snowstorms had ended long ago. You were quickly proved wrong when you were forced to make a pitstop in the small town, or face hypothermia in what was potentially the worst blizzard you’d seen in years. You managed to get your horses settled in the nearby stable and high-tailed it into the hotel, where the owner greeted you with a surprised expression.
“Can I get a room for my wife and I?” Arthur all but grunted out, shaking the snow off his shoulders. He held you close to him, obviously trying to transfer whatever warmth he had to you, though the blistering cold had pretty much turned both of you to ice.
“And a hot bath?” You added, rubbing your hands together for warmth. Arthur nodded in agreement.
The hotel owner obliged, directing you two down the hall. You practically clung to each other as you waited for the bath to be filled.
“You doin’ alright, darlin’?” Arthur asked, grabbing your freezing hands and breathing on them, his piercing blue eyes filled with concern.
“I’ll be better once I get a hot bath.” You replied. “You?”
“I’ll live. I’m just glad we got here when we did.”
You both bathed quickly, letting the hot water seep into your chilled bones. To your disappointment, however, the hot water quickly turned lukewarm, probably thanks to the poor insulation in the walls. Luckily the hotel owner was kind and gave you two a clean change of clothes free of charge, as well as extra firewood for your room. He seemed grateful to have patrons come in in such bad weather.
You could hear the vicious wind whipping outside as you and Arthur entered your room, and even though you’d been sufficiently warmed by the bath, the sound of the howling wind made you feel chilled. You were grateful to see that there was already a nice fire crackling in the hearth.
Arthur saw that you had started shivering again, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you to stand in front of the fireplace.
“You still cold, baby?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You snuggled into his side, breathing in his scent. Cigarette smoke, freshly chopped firewood, and that manly musk you loved. The smell of him seemed to help warm you as he held you close.
“This is helping.” You smiled up at him, and he looked pleased to hear it, rewarding you with a deep kiss.
“I can think of something else that’ll help.” His expression was mischievous, and you instantly knew what he was thinking.
“Oh really? What would that be?” You replied, lips splitting in a grin. “A nice warm hug?”
He chuckled, and you could feel the sound rumble in his strong chest.
“That too.” He gathered you into his arms, squeezing you against him. You could feel him lower his stubbly chin, his soft lips grazing the shell of your ear. His breath was intoxicatingly warm. You leaned impossibly closer to him.
“Why don’t we head to bed, darlin’?” His deep voice reverberated through your body, and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies.
“Oh, that sounds real nice.” You smiled as he pulled away slightly, looking you in the eyes. “I could use a good sleep.”
“Don’t you worry about that, baby. I reckon you’ll get all the beauty rest you want once I’m done with you.”
Arthur’s gaze had become hungry, and you could see the lust building in his baby blues. You smirked, knowing that you wouldn’t have to worry about being cold for much longer.
“Alright, twist my arm, geez.” You joked, grabbing his much larger hand in your own and leading him to the foot of the bed.
“I ever tell you how pretty you look by firelight?” He stood before you as you sat down, gazing down at you. He caressed a calloused finger along the curves of your face, cupping your chin and angling it so you’d meet his eyes.
“I believe you have, but I won’t object to hearing it twice.” You said, smiling up at him.
“My girl, always the smart aleck.” He said fondly. “Well, you look pretty damn good from where I’m standing.”
Grinning up at him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and brought him closer, parting your legs so he could settle between them. He smiled approvingly, his hands finding their way into your hair.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Art.” You reached a hand behind his neck, bringing his lips down to meet yours in a passionate kiss. He let out a deep sigh of contentment as you kissed, bending down to lay you back on the bed. He caressed your body, over your breasts to your waist, already working at hiking up your nightgown. He moved over you, bringing his thigh up between your legs, rubbing up against your growing heat. Your own hands carded through his hair, gently pulling at the sandy brown strands in the way you knew he loved. He began kissing over your face and jawline, kisses growing hungrier as he went. He moved his hands away from the hem of your nightgown, which he had successfully pulled up around your waist. You removed your hands from his hair to help him take off your gown, whipping it over your shoulders and throwing it across the room. He broke from another searing kiss and leaned back on his heels, taking in the sight of you. He looked like a starving man before a feast as he took in your naked form, his wide chest heaving with desire, his pupils blown wide.
“Y/N, baby, I ain’t never seen a woman as beautiful as you.” He breathed, his already thick accent impossibly thicker in his lust.
You gazed up at him, grinning with hooded eyes and kiss-swollen lips, wordlessly urging him to return to you. He did, not before practically ripping his shirt off, exposing his powerful frame. You sat up to meet his lips, grabbing at his strong shoulders, running your hands along the expanse of his chest, feeling his heartbeat as it raced to match your own. He kissed along your neck, leaving little love bites as he went. The man loved to leave a trail. He moved along your collarbone, and sucked open-mouthed kisses through the canyon of your breasts. He kneaded the supple flesh with strong, yet gentle hands. You mewled with the pleasure of his touch, your hand returning to his hair, pulling lightly.
“Angel.” He kissed along your left breast, sucking the nipple gently and reverently. “My girl.”
He caressed his free hand down the soft skin of your stomach, slowly, almost painfully, arriving at your core. He was pleased to find that you were already slick with arousal, ready for him. He looked up at you, a tranquil smile on his face.
“Look at you, so eager for me.” His voice was a low rumble, yet it shook you to your very core.
Without another word, he slipped one thick digit inside, and you let out a contented sigh as he kissed along your hip bone. He moved at a leisurely pace, wanting to savour every moment of this. He soon lowered his face down to your heat, and when he spoke, his hot breath sent shivers up your spine.
“Y’look so beautiful like this, coming undone for me.” You could hear a smirk in his voice. You whispered his name, so reverent and full of love, like a prayer.
He responded by planting kisses on your inner thighs, kissing his way to your core. He added another finger, expertly bending them and moving them within you, causing that familiar heat to build within the pit of your stomach.
“That feel good, darlin’?” He asked, his mouth mere centimetres away from where you needed it most. You nodded; eyes screwed shut with pleasure.
“Y-yeah, baby. That feels real good.” You managed, pulling at his hair with your left hand, and tweaking your right nipple with your right.
“Good girl.” He said. Without warning, he licked a long stripe up your heat, and you let out a wanton moan that in any other situation would be mortifying.
Arthur began to feast on you like a man starved, licking and sucking with expert precision, his fingers pumping and clenching so perfectly and artfully, like playing a priceless instrument. You found yourself lost in pleasure, hips bucking wildly along with Arthur’s ministrations. He placed his free hand across your waist, holding you steady.
“Hold still angel, I ain’t done with you yet.” He muttered into your core, sucking at your clit in a way that made you feel like screaming. You felt that heat in your stomach grow into an inferno as he worked, the sounds of him grunting and moaning into you pushing you over the edge. The combination of his perfect mouth and fingers soon brought you to your climax, and you rode his hand as your orgasm exploded around you, his name spilling out of your mouth like a mantra.
“That’s my girl.” He had a self-satisfied look on his face as he brought himself up to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips, and it renewed that fire in your belly. He positioned himself on top of you, both of his strong arms caging you underneath him. Dazedly, you started undoing his belt, then the button on his pants. You could feel him straining against the fabric of his trousers, and you reached down to palm him through his pants. He let out a low grunt at that, smiling against your lips.
“I know what you want, babydoll.” He rasped. “M'gonna give it to ya.”
He fully undid his pants and pulled them down, allowing himself to kick them off onto the floor. He did the same to his briefs, discarding them without having to separate his lips from yours. You could feel his heavy girth slap against your stomach, and it made you burn inside. You reached down and wrapped your hand around his length, slick with precum. He moaned your name, burying his face into your hair.
“Be careful there, darlin’.” He whispered into your ear, his stubble lightly scratching your cheek. “I ain’t gonna last long if you keep that up.”
“You better get to it then, Mr. Morgan.” You grinned, and he chuckled deeply.
“I suppose I should, Mrs. Morgan.” He kissed you tenderly, cradling your face in his large hands.
He positioned himself before your entrance, coating his length in your slick as he ran his right hand along your body, his left hand planted firmly beside your head. Slowly, he eased himself into you, and you mewled at the feeling of him stretching you out. Once he was sheathed to the hilt, he let out a long breath, coupled with a few curses as he moved down to kiss along your collarbone.
“Goddamn it, baby. Y’feel so good.” He nearly whimpered, his breath hitching as he began to set a slow pace, stroking into you.
“How do I feel, honey?” You asked, voice low and breathy as your hands kneaded his strong shoulders.
“Like fuckin’ heaven.” He grunted, finding a rhythm. You lifted yourself to meet his strokes, working like a well-oiled machine as you both sung each other’s praises.
“You look so fuckin’ beautiful wrapped ‘round me, angel.” He muttered, as you tightened your thighs around his hips, holding onto him for dear life as he pounded into you.
His praise made your skin burn with pleasure, as you dug your nails into his back, eliciting an animalistic growl from him.
“Damn, baby.” He huffed, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders.
“Faster, Art.” You whispered in his ear, nibbling at it absently. He obeyed, picking up his pace until you were practically seeing stars.
“Ain’t gonna last much longer, angel.” He breathed after a time, and you could feel your own end approaching swiftly, the coil in your stomach tightening until it was ready to snap.
“Me either.” You moaned, hungrily biting at his neck. He took this as a cue to move his right hand from your hip back to your core, where he began rubbing small circles over your clit, making you yowl like a cat in heat. He always knew exactly what you wanted.
You soon felt him twitch inside of you, his movements becoming erratic. With every stroke, you were coming more and more undone, and soon he had you convulsing under him, taken away in the throws of your second orgasm. He followed soon after, spilling inside you with a groan of your name that sounded like the highest praise to ever leave a man’s lips.
“Good lord, woman.” He gasped as he let himself sag over you, still partially supporting his bulk with his left arm. “You’ll be the death of me.”
You laughed breathily, leaning up to catch his lips in a sweet kiss. “You’ll live.”
He pulled away and fixed you with a look full of the purest love you had ever seen, his large hand tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“I love you.” He said, his eyes sparkling with adoration.
“I love you too.” You replied, kissing him again.
He gently removed himself from you, settling down beside you and holding you close to him. You rested your head on his chest, absently stroking the coarse hairs there, listening to the beating of his heart. He caressed your back, drawing small circles over your soft skin. For a moment, all that could be heard was the crackling of the fireplace and the howling of the wind.
“So,” He spoke, his deep voice breaking through the quiet. “You warmed up now?”
You giggled, looking up to kiss the side of his jaw. “Very, very warm.”
“Good.”