Page 42 of Silent Night Temptation

The room is filled with the sound of our fierce kissing and our soft breathy sighs. The fire behind us is completely drowned out, irrelevant. I move my mouth to her neck, and it’s like tasting something I’ve craved for too long. I kiss her there, then lick, savoring the softness of her skin, the heat beneath it. She lets out a moan, low and soft, and it only spurs me on. I bite her gently, feeling the way she shivers against me.

But then, suddenly, she pulls back. A finger comes to my lips, silencing me before I can ask why. Her eyes are locked on mine, and what I see in them nearly undoes me. Raw, burning lust. There’s no mistaking it, no holding back. It’s in the way she looks at me, the way her chest rises and falls with each breath. I want her right here, right now. I want to tear her clothes off and lose myself in her.

But instead, she rises, adjusting her rumpled clothes as she does. She reaches down, takes my hand, and without a word, I follow. I’m on my feet in an instant, my body moving as if she’s pulled me into some hypnotic trance. My need for her is almost unbearable now, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of my trousers as she leads me down the hall, her hips swaying with every step.

It’s all I can do to keep my composure. I’m captivated by her, but I also know what’s waiting for us behind that door.

As soon as we walk past the door, we’re like animals let loose.

I pin her to the door. It clicks shut behind the weight of her as we devour each others lips. She pulls at my shirt, ripping it with a force that surprises me, the buttons scattering all over the floor. I follow after her, pulling at her trousers, tearing off the button, ripping it off of her and revealing the sweet succulent thickness of her thighs. They’re so alluring, I can’t help myself. I drop down immediately, planting wet kisses all over her thighs.

I feel her twitch as I tease her, my tongue inching closer and closer to her warm center. She digs her fingers into my hair, trying to navigate my attention to the spot she needs me the most. But I hold off just enough, savoring each flick on her thighs.

It isn’t till I see her juices seep through her lace panties, evidence of her desperation, that I finally give her a sample of what she needs. My hand grazes over her panties, and they’resoaked. I pull them aside, and see her center… pulsating and needy. It begs for me.

I thrust a finger into her, and it slides in easily. Her pussy juices dripping from my finger down to my wrist. “Marcus…” she moans slightly, right before I bury my face under her. I suck on her thick clit with every bit of hunger she’s built in me. She gets wetter and wetter with each sip of her I take in. I thrust in two fingers. She moans loudly, and it gives me a quiet satisfaction. She pushes my head deeper into her, as if willing my very being inside her as she vibrates.

“Please, Marcus… I need you right now. I need your cock inside me.” When she talks like that, it’s like a switch goes off in my head. I rise immediately, and move her to the bed. She bends over on it, arching on all fours. The way she arches, so needy, like she surrenders it all to me. I feel my cock throb at the sight of it. Her ass is so soft and bouncy. Having it pointed in my direction makes an animal out of me. I slip out of my trousers in an instant and sink into her. A moan escapes my lips as her pussy takes me in like a welcomed guest.

For a moment I just stand there, and she controls the pace, moving her hips back and forth across my hard, craving length. Her moans are soft, but I can only take so much of her looking so good. I dive into her, over and over again. The sound of our skin slapping filling the room, along with our moans. “You’re so fucking perfect… I want you like this forever,” I say. She tries to respond, but her words come out in an inaudible mess as her body stiffens. She vibrates so furiously that I slip out. The orgasm taking her with an electric force.

The sight of her like that only spurs me on. I want mine too. I turn her on her back, and without a word, she spreads herself. Her thick legs look so delicious, forming like a gate welcoming me into her wet, now creamy center.

I dive into her again. The thrust sending her eyes into the back of her head. When they settle, they’re locked on me. We don’t take our eyes off each other’s eyes. I drive into her, watching her take it, getting closer and closer to my brink. “I love you…” she says, her voice coming out breathless.

I snap.

“I’m going to come!” I roar. She wraps her legs around me like a python. Her hand reaching for my face, staring down into my soul as she does. “Come inside me, Marcus.”

If the orgasm was powerful before, it’s absolutely earth shattering now.

I explode into Nyree. Every. Last. Drop.

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Epilogue

Nyree

“Alright, everyone! That was a great session. We’ll meet again next week,” the instructor says, her voice calm yet resonant.

Another yoga class has come to an end. I almost regret that it’s over, but the anticipation of the next session has already crept into my thoughts. As I gather my things, preparing to leave, my mind drifts back to two years ago. Life was almost unrecognizable. I was drowning in self-doubt, struggling to finish my book, constantly at war with my own mind. Anxiety ruled me and fear was a constant companion. But now, everything has changed. It’s hard not to trace it all back to that one Christmas in Shadow’s Bend.

The time spent with Coco, Marcus, and Ethan, all of us entwined in the chaos that ensued, altered everything. And I’m not just talking about my book becoming a bestseller, thougheven now that still feels surreal. Coco and Ethan are married now, Marcus and I are deeply in love, and…

A sudden splash jolts me from my thoughts. Water pools around my shoes, shimmering in the light. I look up to see the culprit, a fellow yogi, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I’m so, so sorry!” she blurts out, panic edging her voice.

“It’s okay,” I reply quickly, almost before the words settle in my mouth. “Really, it’s fine,” I add, offering a reassuring smile.

She smiles back, relief spreading across her face before she hurries off. As she leaves, I can’t help but marvel at the difference in myself. Two years ago, an incident like that would’ve sent my anxiety spiraling, OCD flooding my mind over that small puddle at my feet. But not now. Not anymore. The grip it had on me has loosened, if not completely, but just enough to feel free.

I touch my neck. The spot that would always itch when nerves took hold has subsided. I grin to myself, quietly triumphant. But my thoughts are shattered by a high-pitched squeal.

“Aunty Nyree!!!” the unmistakable voice reaches me before I even see her.

“Hey, Sunshine!” I exclaim, spreading my arms wide for little Emily as she barrels toward me. Coco’s daughter, all energy and joy, leaps into my embrace. “Look at you! You’ve gotten so big!” I laugh, lifting her easily.

Coco follows behind, her smile wide. “You know, soon you’ll be a yoga instructor yourself,” she teases, eyes sparkling.

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