Page 12 of One Twisted Christmas

“More,” she whimpers into the kiss, echoing my thoughts. “Want more.”

So I give her more.

With a deep guttural growl, I tug off her coat and my hands are already searching around her dress to strip it off even before the coat touches my bedroom floor. I find the zipper and yank it down, causing the dress to tear but neither of us pays mind to that. My eyes drop to her body once she's undressed and Jesus Christ, she is a fucking masterpiece. Her fingers find the small buttons of my shirt, but instead of undoing them, they keep sliding down. Helena makes a deeply frustrated sound before yanking off my shirt and sending the buttons flying all over.

And then we’re kissing again.

Fuck, my balls are heavy, aching with need for release. I need to be inside her! Rut her… breed her. Christ, the thought of getting this precious girl swollen with my child drives me wild with desire.

I break the kiss to trail my mouth up her jaw, kissing the shell of her ear. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Helena," I rasp thickly, biting her lobe and I feel her tremble against me. "You have no idea the restraint I had to exercise at the restaurant." I lick a trail down her neck, feeling her shudder against me as my mouth moves closer to her tits. "At one time, I wanted to swipe everything off the table, lay you down flat, and fill you with my fat cock." I look up to meet her gaze as I swipe my tongue over her beaded nipples. So perfect. Soft and rosy. Her tits are the perfect size. Oh, who am I kidding? Everything about this girl from the freckles on her nose to the way shesmiles is perfect. "If I knew how wet you were, I might have just fucked you in that restaurant. Claimed you in plain view of the residents of Moth Hill."

“Oh God!” She cries out, her back arching when my mouth closes hungrily around her left pebble, tugging hard on it until she’s whimpering with sensitivity before giving the same attention to the other.

"You react so beautifully to my touch, angel," I say roughly, yanking open her thighs to reveal even more of that sex. Her pussy is clean-shaven, almost as if she was anticipating this moment tonight. Fuck! Just the thought of burying my face between her legs and tasting her sends my mouth watering with anticipation and cock leaking of precum behind my pants.

I drop to my knees, my eyes locked on the prize. There is a shyness in her body language when I lean in and brush my lips over her inner thighs. I groan when I catch a whiff of her soft peachy scent. “Have you ever had a man look at you down here?” I rasp thickly, grazing her thigh with my teeth before soothing the sting with my tongue. I run my thumb over her pussy, parting her feminine lips to reveal her pink sex with the little nub at the top. She jolts hard against me when I rub my thumb over the swelling clit, teasing it in small circles. “Have them touch you like this?”

“No,” she breathes. “No one.”

“Then let me show you what it’s like to have a man touch you!”

That is all the warning I offer before dipping my face between my legs and dragging the pad of my tongue over her wet valley, gathering her arousal on my tongue. A deep growl escapes my throat as her flavors explode in my tongue and maybe… maybe I should have expected this part of her to be equally addictive to the rest of her, but it still takes me by surprise.

"Fabian, oh God…"

Her cries barely register in my ear as I lap at her arousal, swiping my tongue over the valley. I raze her clit with my tongue, what was meant to be a teasing lick quickly turning into something more. Something feral. I am a greedy man and I want everything!

I want her pleasured sobs. I want to feel her pussy pulse wildly against my tongue, her juices to coat my chin and jaw and her body shudder over mine as I please her only I can bring her.

Only I will ever bring her because she is mine!

It seems she shares the same sentiments as she brings her left foot over my shoulder and buries her fingers into my hair. Her hips move feverishly over mine and fuck, I can feel her grow wetter by the second.

“Fuck baby, that’s it, ride my tongue!" I growl against her pussy, bring my thumb back to her clit, and rub circles on the swollen bud as she rolls her sex over my hungry lips. My cock leaks endlessly behind my fly but nothing matters more than bringing her pleasure and when it happens, it's a beauty to behold.

“Close, Fabian!” she sobs out when I turn up the speed of my thumb rubbing over her clit and keeping at it until she comes apart. She cries out, her back arching and tits shaking as she orgasms, coating my mouth and jaw with her arousal. “Oh God!” She whimpers, tugging hard at my hair as she rides out the dredges of her orgasm.

She is still trembling when I climb back to my feet and my mouth is on hers as I back her to the bed. “Get on the bed for me, angel,” I rasp, watching her climb into the king bed as I work to take off my pants. Her eyes follow my hands when I tug down the zipper but freeze when I yank down my pants along with myboxer briefs. Her gasp is audible when my cock bobs out, hard and angry.

“Fabian…”

Her wide alarmed eyes follow me when I climb up on the bed and settle between her parted thighs. I lean up and brush my mouth over hers. It's nothing more than a touch of skin meant to tease and when she leans up for more, I don't give in. "Nervous?"

“Who wouldn’t be,” she whispers, eyes fluttering to a close and lips parting over mine when I lean in for another kiss.

"I'll try to be gentle," I rasp against her lips, our breaths mingling hotly and when she opens her eyes to lock on mine, my throat threatens to close up from the trust I read in them. "I'll take care of you, angel."

And I mean every word I say. Not just in this moment but for as long as I live and breathe. I will do everything it takes to protect her. From the world, from my family or hers. From everyone.She’s mine!

“I trust you.”

I fist my cock and tuck the head against her entrance, her pussy clenching hard against my shaft that it takes everything in me to not slam forward and bury all my inches into her tightness and it’s a real fucking temptation. My balls ache from the pressure and my muscles are tense but I decide to take it slow. I’m panting like a dog as I try for patience, groaning in pain as I work my cock into her tight hole. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby!" I manage through gritted teeth as I push another inch into her tightness.

Helena brings her hand to my shoulder, her beautiful blue eyes locking on mine as she arches forward. She winces slightly when I slide another inch onto her tightness, but I can see it in hereyes. She wants this as much as I do and perhaps it doesn’t all have to do with pleasure.

There is heat and want between us but there is a connection. The need to not just merge our bodies together but for our souls to become one.

“Do it!”

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