Queen Mab ruler of the Winter Court

The motions of his hips started a low thrum through her with each thrust of his hardness filling her hips meeting with a raw impact, like the baseline of a song, her control slipped a little and flurries of snow swirled around them without ever seeming to fall on the actual bed. She responded with abandon, body rising to meet his, his touches adding a melody line. Her breath came out in a cloud of cool air and her nails bit into his shoulder as he found a nice spot. It was difficult to reach him and return the touches but she licked her lips and looked up at him with eyes half lidded with lust. "Yes." She murmured, and then her own voice a purr of delight, "More." That leg slid down his hips and the curve of calf pressed down his thigh before she slid it back up and encouraged him to be faster, harder, his heat filling that space in winter that was always hungry for warmth and closeness.