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"No, don’t," he says, his voice husky. "Don’t stop. I need you. I need this."

So, I continue, my hands exploring, memorizing every inch of him. My love. My Roman—my tormentor, my stepbrother, my fucking Christmas gift. His hand cups my neck, deepening the kiss, as if he’s trying to merge us into one being. "Merry Christmas, baby," I whisper into his lips before surrendering myself to him completely.

He pushes me against the wall, the lights flickering around us, dancing like our tongues. His erection presses into my stomach, and my hand wraps around his length, needing to feel him. The warmth of him—my gift—because it means I’m still alive.We’realive, and we’re together. Perfectly imperfect.

His fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place as our chests heave in sync. Our ragged breaths are the only sound in the room, the world outside fading away, leaving just us in this perfect, chaotic moment. I grip his length tighter, my heart racing, my body aching for him. He nips at my lip, and I moan, the sound swallowed by his mouth. Our chests heave in sync, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room. The world around us melts away, leaving only the two of us, lost in this Christmas moment. My gift is giving me life, and I'm determined to take it all in.

Chapter Twenty- Six

Roman

Xena moans into my mouth as I move my tongue against hers, tasting every sweet gasp, she offers. My hand slips between us, drifting to my favorite spot, and I can already feel how wet she is. So eager... so ready to be unwrapped like a forbidden gift. I could never get tired of her. Never. But I hold back, it’s only been two days since that night. I don’t want to push her too hard. I want this moment to be about her. Not for the taking, but for the giving.

And I give.

My thumb circles her clit as I pull away and look into her face. The vein in her forehead protrudes with each surge of pleasure, her lips swollen, those big brown eyes dark with lust. She’s devastation in human form, so perfectly broken yet beautifully whole. As I continue to tease her, my thumb working her clit, I slip two fingers inside her, feeling the wet heat that grips me immediately. "Ro," she breathes, and hearing her say my name sends a spark straight to my cock. Precum leaks from me, spreading against her skin as she rides my hand, her body shivering with pleasure.

I bring my free hand up to her throat, gently squeezing, her pulse beating wildly under my grip. "More," she pleads, and the Christmas lights dance across her skin, casting hues of red and green that reflect in her eyes like fire. She tastes like honey and something darker, something only I get to have. Mine.

Her nails dig into my bare shoulders as I continue to fuck her with my fingers,drowning out the sound of Christmas music in the background. All I hear is the slick wetness of her pussy, the symphony of my favorite carol. Every sigh, gasp, whimper, the obscene wetness between us—it’s all music to my ears. I curl my fingers inside her, and she arches into me. "That’s it, baby... take what you need. Get your present."

"Fuck, baby," she breathes, her body trembling as she squirts into my hand, a small stream at first. But I don’t slow down. I want to drown in her. "Shit... shit…" Xena moans, her thighs clamping around my hand as she keeps riding me, as if it’s the only thing keeping her alive. I feel her pulsing inside, and without a second thought, I kneel, pulling her against the wall, her legs draped over my shoulders.

She’s my Christmas dinner.

I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue going straight to her clit as I suck, flick, and lap at her like a man starving. She bucks against me, pulling my hair, begging to be fucked. "Ro... Ro…" she whimpers, her voice thick with need. I hum against her, savoring every taste, every moan.

My obsession. My drug.

Xena tugs harder on my hair, trying to pull me away, but I’m relentless. My tongue works her clit until I feel her body tighten, and the flood comes. She squirts again, harder this time, drenching my face as I drink her in, licking her clean. Her thighs twitch around my shoulders, her hips bucking, but I don’t stop. I can’t. She’s everything.

I look up at her, the Christmas lights casting a halo around her head. She looks like an angel—an angel ready to drag me to purgatory—and I’d go willingly. "More," she begs, breathless.

I pause, savoring the sight of her so desperate. "More what, little sister?" I tease before flicking my tongue against her sensitive bud. She shudders, her eyes rolling back. "Fuck... Ro."

"Tell me what you need, baby," I whisper against her skin, my tongue trailingdown to her ass, nipping at the soft flesh.

"I... I need..." she stutters, unable to finish as I devour her, eating her ass with a hunger that only she can bring out in me. Her gasps are music to my ears, and I thrust a finger inside her, making her clamp down on me. "Fuck... yes!" she screams, her wild eyes locking with mine, making me stop for a second. I sit on the floor, pulling her down on top of me.

"Ride my dick, baby. Show me how good girls make the nice list."

Without hesitation, she straddles me, gripping my hardness in her hand before sinking down onto me. Her eyes flutter shut, a moan tumbling from her lips. She’s so tight, it nearly takes my breath away. "Fuck…" I groan, my hands on her hips, guiding her rhythm.

I’ve never been religious, but this woman makes me believe in something divine. The way her walls clench around me, how she rocks her hips in perfect sync with mine—it feels like prayer, like worship. Heaven is inside her, I’m sure of it. She thinks I saved her, but the truth is, she saved me. Ten years in that cell, and it was her face that kept me sane. She was my hope. My salvation.

Leaning back on my elbows, I watch her ride me, her tattoos and pierced nipples bouncing in rhythm with our movements. She’s fluid, relentless, yet so beautifully soft. "More... Ro," she whispers, her voice breaking as she pleads for more. And I give it to her—every inch, every thrust.

I pull her close, pounding into her as she tightens around me. "Fuck, baby... you feel so good," I groan, my hands gripping her hips tighter. She smiles, pinching her nipples as she breathes, "We’ve got ten years to make up for."

And that, my friend, is a challenge I’m more than ready for.

I flip her onto her back, her legs over my shoulders, spreading her wide as I drag my cock in and out, driving us both to the edge. "Ro..." she gasps, her eyes rolling back, her nails clawing into my thighs. "I’m... I’m close..."

"I’m gonna fill you up with my babies, Xena," I tease, thrusting deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside her. She laughs breathlessly, but it quickly turns into amoan as I push her harder. She thinks I’m joking... but I’m not. This is my gift to her—the gift of life. "You’re gonna carry my baby, Xena Bean," I groan as I spill inside her, feeling her walls grip me tight, milking me for everything I have.

"Merry fucking Christmas," I growl, slowing my movements as her body shudders beneath me. "Ro," she screams my name, grinding against me, wild and untamed, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

When she finally goes limp, I collapse beside her, our hands intertwining. She turns to face me, our noses touching. "Thank you so much. Thank you," she whispers.

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