Page 13 of One Twisted Christmas

I slam my hips forward, burying all thick inches into her sex, tearing at the thin barrier protecting her innocence. “Fuck!” I drop my face into her neck with a roar as her sex pulses hotly around my cock, wrapped around me so fucking tightly it takes everything in me to not spill on the spot. Christ, she’s tight. So fucking tight and warm and smooth.She’s perfect.

I clench my jaw, my pulse drumming like crazy as I try to reign in the need to come. It takes a couple of minutes, but it feels like forever before I can grasp onto the shreds of control I am barely hanging on to. I push back to look at the gorgeous girl whose virginity I just took. Her beautiful golden-brown hair is sprayed on the pillow. She looks like an angel. Her face is flushed and those pretty eyes are full of something akin to… gratitude.

“Hey, are you okay? I know it’s supposed to hurt–”

“I’m fine,” she whispers, smiling but then her eyes well up with tears sending panic unlike anything I’ve felt before flooding my system “I promise, I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

She chuckles, tears spilling out when she does so. “God, I knew I would do something to embarrass myself,” she whispers, sliding her hand to my nape and pulling me down to kiss her. Her mouth slides needily over mine and I give in, kissing her back just as hungrily until she’s moaning and writhing under me. “Ithurts a little,” she whispers into the kiss, pulling back to look at me. “But I like it too much to stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Helena…”

“Want this.Want you.”

Her words echo my thoughts and I lose whatever control I was grasping onto. I plant my right forearm over her shoulder, taking her in slow thrusts at first. I grip her thigh with my left hand and bring it to my waist which sends me impossibly deeper into her. She whimpers at the move, her sex flexing hotly around me but I’m only getting started.

“I’ve wanted to do this, have you, from the second I saw you,” I breath, entering her in fast pumps and increasing the speed of my thrust, slowly losing myself in the feel of her. She moans loudly as I slam harder into her, the bed rocking beneath us from the impact. “So fucking beautiful and I wanted you.”

“For sex?”

"More," I grind, slamming harder into her and drinking up her expression. She is so breathtaking, her tits shaking with every thrust and hips moving to meet me with equal need. "I wanted to possess you. Bask in your warmth. Take you away from that charming little home and bring you to mine. Make you mine!"

“And now?” she whimpers.

“There is no going back, Helena!” I growl, slamming forward and impaling my cock into her tightness. “Now, you belong to me. And not just for the night. You are mine, Helena.”

I don’t give her time to process the words before our lovemaking turns violent, nearly brutal with the thrusts and she loves every second of it. From the little whimpering sounds she makes at the back of her throat with her back arching with every thrust, I can tell she’s just as close as I am.

Mine!’

I jerk her knee higher to my waist and pound my cock into her, faster and harder. The wet obscene sound of our connecting flesh mingling with her pleasured cry. Ones that grow when I drop my hand between us and strum her clit with the middle finger, faster and harder until her breathing changes.

“Fabian… I’m so close. Oh God!”

"Me too, baby," I manage gruffly, grinding hard into her until I feel the familiar tingle in my lower back and the pressure in my balls burns stronger than anything I have felt before. Fuck, I can't hold back any longer. "Come with me, angel!" I strum her clit rapidly and she orgasms with a scream, her back arching off the bed and tits shaking as a rough tremble wracks her body. Her cunt clenches hard around my cock, drawing out my own climax and it only takes two pumps before I am coming with a roar, the muscles in my stomach clenching and releasing painfully from the intensity of it all. I never quite understood the pain and pleasure feeling until this moment.

Until her.The woman I intend to spend the rest of my life with. Helena Jerkins belongs to me and I will protect her with my life.

“Mine,” I say hoarsely, punching my hips forward and burying my seed deeper into her womb until she’s milked me of every drop. My body loses tension and I pull out of her, collapsing on the bed next to her. I pull Helena into my arms and she buries her face into my neck, her heart hammering in tune with mine.

“Thank you,” she whispers into my neck, her voice soft. “For tonight. For… everything.”

I tighten my arms around her, leaning to brush my lips and I know I should get up and clean us both up but doing that means breaking from the embrace and I don’t want to do that. I don’twant this night to end. I want to hold on to this girl forever if that’s how long it takes.

“Stay for the night?” I rasp and she is silent for a while before she hums.

“Okay.”

She seems a little agreeable, so I decide to pull out the big guns. “Tomorrow, I want to take you to meet my family,” I say, kissing her bare shoulder.

“But tomorrow is Christmas,” she mumbles sleepily.

“Yes, I want you to meet them at the Christmas dinner. I want everyone to see the girl I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.”

Chapter Six

Helena

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