Page 38 of Christmas Vows with the Devil

No. Don’t leave.

She reaches for the handle, looking over her shoulder at me. And suddenly, that devilish smile is back. The lock clicks shut.

Slowly, she makes her way over to me. My breath hitches, the pain of the bullet wound quickly receding, replaced with the pain of wanting her.Needing her.

She’s smiling like a siren, but her eyes are soft, lost in the nostalgia of who we used to be. She slips onto the bed, settling in my arms again. Like she was meant to fit perfectly against me. My fingers thread through her hair, tilting those delicious lips up to mine.

She’s trailing her fingers across my chest again, tracing the tattoos as if by memory. Suddenly, she breaks the kiss and leans up on her elbow. Her hair tumbles from my fingers and I feel as if my life force has been rudely snatched from my hands.

“You still have this?” A trace of disbelief peppers her voice. Her thumb grazes the tinyGtattooed above my heart reverently, lovingly.

“I told you,” I say, grabbing her chin softly, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Always.”

“Always,” she echoes, leaning down to place a soft kiss on theG.As much as I want her to continue, to trail her soft kisses lower and lower, I need to know first.

“And yours? You still have it?”

She blushes, laughing softly. “Always.”

With one swift move, her sweater is on the other side of the room and my soul leaves my body. The inky waves of her hair spill over her shoulders, framing her pale tits perfectly. Dark, rosy nipples pucker against the coolness of the room, a stark contrast to her burning cheeks.

“Here.” She traces the tinyLon her ribcage, just under the very lickable curve of her breast. “Always.”

I use every last inch of control I have to tear my eyes away from her chest and meet her gaze.

Intense.

Fiery.

She wants this as much as I do.

The world stops moving, and the room starts spinning. I’ve dreamed of this moment for six goddamn years. Every night, every day, consumed by the scent, the feeling of Gia. And now, she’s in front of me, looking like she’s ready to devour me.

Like a match strike, everything jolts into hyper-speed. She straddles me, capturing my mouth. Gone are the soft, languidkisses. This is the touch of a woman who’s going to get exactly what she wants. All my control breaks.

My hands drift up to her breasts, softly kneading the tender flesh. She moans, pushing them harder into my open palms. I capture one pert nipple, pinching it a little too hard—the way I know she likes.

That seems to light a fire within her and she’s arching her back, grinding against me like a heathen.Too many clothes, there’s too many fucking clothes on her.

My fingers leave her breasts, and she pouts, biting my lip, tugging at it to get more of what she wants. She quickly changes her tune when she realizes I’m working hard to unbutton her jeans and helps me out.

Instead of rolling off the bed, she stands with me between her feet, gazing down at me. Eyes clouded with lust, hair wild, she slowly slips off her jeans. Only a tiny scrap of pink fabric separates us now, and she slides that off as well.

There’s nothing more powerful than the woman you crave, standing over you, naked and on display for your pleasure. I moan, sliding a hand under the mussed-up sheets to stroke myself. I’m already hard as fuck, and I can’t help myself.

She moves to join me, but I stop her. I need to appreciate her, to worship her properly.

“Touch yourself,” I command, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears.

Tiny goosebumps break out across her arms and legs, and I can practically feel the shiver running through her. She gasps softly, shooting me a questioning look.

“Like this?”

“Yes,” I encourage her, stroking my raging cock. “Just like that. Give me a show.”

She laughs, nervously tossing the hair I’ll be pulling later over her shoulder, but her eyes are glowing. Slowly, she slides herfingers down her neck and across her chest. She’s moving at a snail’s pace, and it’s driving me crazy.

She cups her tits, softly pinching and twisting those luscious, flushed nipples. I moan inadvertently, a bead of pre-cum already coating my cock, my hand slick as I languidly stroke up and down. Meeting my energy, she brings two fingers to her open mouth and sucks, getting them nice and wet.

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