Page 22 of The Mistletoe Promise

I pull in a deep breath. “I’m ready.”

In an instant, Frankie's arms are around me, pulling me close. His lips crash against mine, passionate and hungry. I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I return the kiss. All the pent-up desire, the longing, the tension between us explodes in this moment.

When we finally break apart, both breathless, Frankie rests his forehead against mine. "Are you absolutely certain?" he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

I nod, my eyes locked with his. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

He takes my hand, leading me deeper into the house. When we reach his bedroom, he pauses at the threshold, giving me one last chance to change my mind.

Instead, I pull him into another kiss, backing us into the room. We shed our clothes, both desperate to get the other naked. I love the way he touches me, his fingers leaving a wake of fire as they move along my skin.

“Fuck, Kitten,” he growls. “This won’t take long.”

I giggle as he pushes me down onto his bed, staring up into his intense gaze. The hunger in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine.

"Then we'll just have to go for round two," I whisper, pulling him down on top of me.

Frankie's lips find mine again, his kiss deep and passionate. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, desperate for more.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs against my skin as he trails kisses down my neck.

I moan softly, my fingers tangling in his hair. Every touch, every kiss is electrifying. It's as if my body has been waiting for this moment, for him.

Frankie takes his time, worshiping every inch of me with his hands and mouth. By the time he finally enters me, I'm trembling with need.

"Frankie," I gasp, clinging to him as he starts to move.

"I've got you, Kitten," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I've always got you."

His thrusts are torturous, slow and agonizing. But God, he fills me so much. He feels so thick as he thrusts into me.

I wrap my legs around him, urging him deeper. Frankie responds with a groan, his pace quickening. The room fills with the sound of our heavy breathing and the rustling of sheets.

"Fuck, Amanda," he pants, his forehead pressed against mine as he fucks me hard, his movements precise. They’re hard, fast, and make me moan. "You feel so good. So perfect."

His words send a shiver down my spine. I've never felt so wanted, so desired. My nails dig into his back as the pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

"Frankie, I'm close," I whimper, my body trembling beneath him. I can feel the pleasure rising and rising throughout my body, every nerve end is on the edge, ready to shatter at any moment.

He slips a hand between us, his fingers finding my most sensitive spot. "Come for me, Kitten," he growls. "Let me feel you."

His touch is my undoing. I cry out his name as the tension snaps, waves of pleasure washing over me. Frankie follows shortly after, his body shuddering against mine as he finds his release.

For a long moment, we lie here, tangled together, catching our breath. Frankie presses soft kisses to my face, my neck, anywhere he can reach. I feel safe in his arms, cherished.

"Frankie, that was—" I trail off, unable to find the right words. It was everything I had ever dreamed it would be and so much more.

"Worth the wait," Frankie finishes for me, a smile in his voice. He rolls to his side, pulling me with him so we're face to face. His hand cups my cheek, his thumb tracing my lower. “Thank you, Kitten.”

I swallow hard. “For what?”

“For coming to me, for making my Christmas wish come true.”

I smile at him, my heart pounding, God, I’m so falling for him. I think I have been from the very beginning. “Thank you for the mistletoe promise.”

Frankie's eyes sparkle with warmth as he pulls me closer, his strong arms enveloping me. "I'd make that promise a thousand times over if it meant having you here with me like this."

I snuggle into his chest, breathing in his comforting scent. The steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear grounds me, reminding me that this is real. We're really here, together.

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