Page 16 of Silent Night Temptation

I race through the snow, my legs freezing beneath me as I push against the wind. When I reach him, I drop to my knees, my hands frantically digging through the snow to uncover him. He’s there, buried…but alive. His face is pale, but he’s conscious. Relieved, I help him sit up.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice trembling with both fear and the cold.

He nods, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I’m fine… just a bump.”

I don’t believe him, but there’s no time to argue. The cold is biting, gnawing at my skin, and I know we need to get back inside. I help him to his feet, and together, we stumble back to the house. The wind is whipping around us, threatening to knock us over with every step.

When we finally make it inside, I collapse against the door. My entire body shakes uncontrollably from the cold. My hands are red, and my knees are stinging from where I fell in the snow, but I don’t care. He’s okay. That’s all that matters.

But he’s not okay. Not with me.

“What the hell were you thinking?” His voice is sharp, slicing through the air like a blade. I look up at him, startled by the anger in his eyes. “You could have gotten hurt out there, running after me like that!”

“I had to help…”

“You didn’t have to do anything,” he snaps, his jaw tight. “You were supposed to stay inside where it’s safe. What were you trying to prove?”

I flinch at his words, the sting of them hitting me harder than the cold ever could. “I wasn’t trying to prove anything,” I breathe.“I was just… scared for you.”

His face softens for a moment, but then the frustration returns. “You can’t just… do things like that, Nyree. You can’t just throw yourself into danger because of me.”

I look down at my hands, still trembling from the cold. “I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. His anger seems to have cooled, but the tension between us remains heavy. “You scared the hell out of me,” he says finally, his voice low.

I don’t know what to say. I just stand there, shivering.

His eyes scan me, a look of concern on his face as he notices how cold I am. My body shivers uncontrollably from the chill. “I need to get you warm,” he says. He takes my arm gently and leads me closer to the fireplace, making me sit next to it. The welcomed heat settles me slightly, a sweet contrast to the freezing cold that engulfs me.

“Thank you,” I say. But he still looks at me intensely, searching for any signs of pain or hurt.

“You’ve hurt your knee,” he says. I look down at it and notice a scrape. I had not noticed it at all until he mentioned it. The adrenaline is completely blocking the pain.

“I’ll be right back,” Marcus says, and within moments, he is back with a warm towel, some wipes, and bandages. He hands me the towel, and I dig my freezing palms into it; the soothing sensation is instant. Then he takes a knee to closer examine the scrape on my knee.

I didn’t notice because I barely had time to think about it with the pace that everything happened, but something about him kneeling in front of me makes me self conscious, and I am suddenly aware all I had on was a skirt and my sweater. I’m surprised at myself, at the fact that I went out in the storm with just that on!

Marcus cleans the scratch on my knee, and the pain immediately jolts through me. I make a sound involuntarily as the scrape sizzles from the cleansing solution. He looks up at me, and I see it. That look is there without a doubt, the same longing that I’ve had. I recognize it in him.

I don’t know what to do, or how to tell him I feel it as well. Suddenly, his hand motioning on my leg fills me with nothing but an intense desire. “Don’t.. don’t let go. Please..” I say, shocked at myself.

He pauses, and then caresses my leg. My heart pounds as his hand moves over my flesh. Each touch deepening my desire, and I feel myself moisten.

The way I breathe changes. It’s rapid now, and I think it’s encourages Marcus because he thrusts his hands deeper within my thighs. He does it slowly, as if worried that he is crossing a line, and I may object. But I want him, and I pull my thighs apart slightly, making it easier for him.

He caresses my center through my lace panties, that single touch prompting a moan from me. The tease almost unbearable. He pulls the panties aside, revealing my bare, now wet pussy.

Without as much as a breath, he dives headfirst into me. Flapping his tongue against my craving lips and thrusting his tongue deep into me. The pleasure is driving me to edges I didn’t know existed.

“Oh my God! Marcus!”

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Marcus

Icannot stop, cannot even think or breathe. It’s as if I’m consumed by some raw, animalistic force, urging me on and pushing me deeper… deeper into Nyree. The moistness of her pussy pools on my tongue as I lap away, thrusting it as deep into her as I can, feeling her walls clench at it.

She wraps her legs around my head as I increase the pressure. Her motions are almost a reflexive reaction to what she must be feeling. Her smooth thighs frame my face, and for a moment, I’m lost in the softness of her skin, her legs curling around me, their warmth grounding me like an anchor.

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