Page 21 of Hunted in Holly

Nicholas continued drawing along the center of my body, dancing kisses down the line of my abdomen, lightly scratching my skin with his rough stubble each time he tapped against me. The soft and rough was sensational, and I couldn’t seem to talk myself into hating it.

He slipped his tongue into my naval and twisted it inside me before he pulled back out, then he licked me from my tits to my waist band. Still holding me, not givingme any leeway to move, he slid his palms down to my hips. He circled my waist band, then he popped the button on my snow pants.

Still, I did nothing but watch, my breasts on display, my bra out of place, my breathing shallow and quick, and my heart thumping need through my core.

He repositioned between my thighs, freeing me from his weight, then he undid my fly and started tugging my pants from my hips.

I complied, and I couldn’t say why. I let him remove my boots, my pants, and my base layer bottoms. My coat was long enough that my nearly bare ass rested in soft, warm fur lining instead of sitting directly in the snow. I tried not to think about the lines he’d drawn with that mistletoe now. I knew and anticipated them without having to, whether I wanted to admit it or not.

He waited a moment, lingering his fingertips just beneath the waistband of my panties.

“Tell me, my perfect prey.” He started tugging them down, taking his time as he exposed me to his eyes. “What will it take to make you my Queen in earnest? To have you as my bride until the end of all time.”

I swallowed any words before I could say them. Any answer I might give right now, as that thin lace was separated from the wet heat of my pussy, would be shameful and not of sound mind.

“What do I need to do for you to willingly lock yourself inside this cage, Dove?” He asked, a playful bite to his tone.

“I’ll never be yours” was the best I could manage.

That only made him laugh.

“Never? Heh.” He continued dragging my undergarments along my thighs. “I suppose I haven’t shown you enough of the benefits then. Allow me to change your mind.”

I barely heard his words over the pounding of my own pulse in my ears. The below-zero temperatures were the only thing cooling down the blazing heat beneath the surface of my skin. I damn near melted when I felt those dirty lips pressing so gently atop my mound. He kissed a line from one hip bone to the other, still trailing the mistletoe, then he returned to my center and dipped his tongue between my folds.

I threw my head back, and a shameful gasp left my throat the moment he started kneading my clit with strong, perfectly pressured strokes of his tongue.

“N-Nicholas, please.” I heard myself beg when he spread me with his fingers, so he could get unencumbered access. “Please.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for. Though he read me like we were of one mind, when he sucked on me, stroked me, then sucked again. Nicholas created an irresistible rhythm of hard and soft, push and pull, pressure and release.

I willed my hands to cover my mouth, trying to muffle every filthy whimper and moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of doing that to me. He followed the contours of my lips down to my entrance, then he dipped his tongue into my pussy without a moment’s hesitation. Any time I tried to buck my hips into his touch, increase the pressure, grind against his stubble,feelhim as he devoured me, he held me down and shook his head. He had all of the control now, from my body to my pleasure to my soul, and he was going to make it abundantly clear that he knew exactly what to do with all of them.

He used his strong tongue to stroke along the front of my inner walls, then he pulled out and drew circles of pressure around the shallow nerves. He traced and tasted my cunt like he was insatiable, then he licked me back up to my clit, and he played me like a puppet, flicking and sucking and sending my body into a maddening euphoria.

The tension in my core was wound so tight it was unbearable. At some point, I’d stopped covering my mouth and started burying my fingers in his platinum hair, letting him hear every gasp and breath that I couldn’t help anymore. I felt him smile against me as he slipped back down to my pussy again. Back and forth, back and forth, and I was losing my fucking mind on his tongue.

He shoved my thighs wider, and he moved more aggressively now. I grabbed my own breasts, and started squeezing them, pinching them, rolling my nipples for an extra hit. I wanted every feeling all at once, from pain to perfection. In my head, I might have pretended I was trying to distract myself—to feel anything but the explosive pleasure he was forcing through my body—but in my heart and my core, I knew I just wanted more of all of it. More of him, more of this, justmore.

“Is this how you hoped I would punish you, Sweet Noel?” His words vibrated against me. “Or maybe this isyoupunishingme.” His grip on my thighs was brutal, but fuck: I liked that too. “Making me need you. Crave you. Unable to live without you.” He sucked on me again, and I swear he took my life force into his throat when he did it. “You are all I’ll ever be able to think about.”

I heard my voice like it was a thousand miles away, as I fell over the edge under the power of that skilled tongue. My eyes were still blurred by moisture and orgasmic high, when his strong hands grabbed me by eachside of my waist, then dragged me towards him in the snow.

My holy spirit had barely returned to my body, when I realized he now had me sheltered beneath him. He took both of my hands and pinned them over my head under a single palm, while he used his other hand to line himself up with me.

He pressed the tip of his cock to my pussy, and he lingered there, holding me in his eyes, and silently asking me for permission. We stayed in suspended motion long enough for him to fully absorb my expression, and for me to drink in his. I didn’t know what he was seeing in my eyes—maybe it was terror, or maybe it was lust, but in him, I could see nothing but desire, delight, and viciousness.

And yet I didn’t look away. I used all of my courage to hold his gaze with mine, trying not to flinch as he pushed in his first inch, his second, his fifth, his eighth, his… tenth. I was squeezing my hands into a fist as he filled me beyond capacity.

Nicholas held me there, sheathed to his base, letting both of us fully take in how we fit together. The stillness was as maddening as the feeling of fullness, and I was biting my lip to hide another pathetic whimper.

Nicholas grinned, while his sightline dropped down my body slowly, reveling in the image of having me connected to him, beneath him, and pinned by him.

“You’re perfect.” His tone was strained and unraveled. “You take me like you were made to be mine, Caroline.” I focused on nothing but my nervous breaths, as he started to add movement. “I love the way you squeeze me.” His cock slid easily through me, my own arousal smoothing the way for each and every thrust. “Gods…” Every word shook with need. “You have to be mine.” I bowed my back against the snow, craving his body heat, but only able to admit it through my physical instincts. He added a few extra pounds of pressure to my pinned wrists to assure I couldn’t move beyond that, then he supported my lower back beneath his free hand.

“Look at how badly your body wants mine.” Nicholas purred as he flashed me his perfect white canines in his perfectly wicked smile. My heart fucking stopped when he released his grip on my wrists so he could grab my hips. Bracing me forcefully, the Saint fucked me like he loved me and hated me and needed me and condemned me.

“This is what happens when you show up where you don’t belong.” He growled through his slipping control. “Only to end up,” he slammed in, “exactly,” he pulled out, “where you always should have been.” He hit his hips into mine so fast and punishing, I swear I saw stars.

“Harder,” I taunted him, like a possessed psychopath.Fuck, I want him to take me harder.

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