Page 50 of Eternally Bound

I couldn’t wait to see Bram’s face when he woke up. It was an experience I haven’t had before. For as long as I could remember, I hated the idea of the festive season. It was a reminder of what I didn’t have - family and love. But this year, it felt different. There was hope in my heart.

Both of us were still in bed, my back propped against the pillows. Her naked body cuddled into me, her shoulder naked and hair spread all over my chest. Her palm rested against my abs and even after having her multiple times last night, I still wanted to spread her open and thrust home into her pussy. She was my opioid.

Everything about her begged for my touch. From her silky, smooth skin to her perky nipples. My hand trailed over her soft flesh and a low moan left her lips, causing a spike of heat to ignite low in my gut.

I gently pushed her to lie on her back and her legs immediately parted for me. The hunger for her was too great to resist it. I placed my mouth to the side of her neck and pressed my lips to her skin, feeling her pulse there. Filling my hands with her breasts, I squeezed and rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefinger.

A low moan slipped past her lips, and I kissed my way down to her breasts, taking her left nipple into my mouth. Her back arched off the bed. I sucked harder and then turned my attention to her other nipple, taking it between my teeth.

This time a string of loud moans vibrated through the room, and I smiled wickedly against her skin.

With one hand, I thrust my fingers into her pussy and she came undone, writhing against my hand. I pumped in and out of her pussy, the sounds growing louder and her fingers tangling into my hair. I fucking loved hearing her, seeing her like this. Her juices coated my fingers; her hips moved against my hand, hungry for more pleasure.

“Daniel!” My name on her lips was music for my heart and soul. I continued my path down her flat stomach and the moment my tongue slipped past her pussy lips and into her entrance, I got drunk on her arousal. Her scent, already familiar, filled me, and I lapped up her juices like it was the last drops I’d ever get.

She tasted amazing, and her moans were a symphony as I licked and sucked her clit. I kept the pace relentless until I had her coming all over my face.

My cock was so hard, I thought I’d burst.

The haze in her eyes cleared as she came off her orgasm, and she turned us over, settling herself down on her hands and knees. Through the sliver of the moon that was slowly fading, she almost looked like a temptress of the Scottish Highlands.

She never broke eye contact as she took my cock into her mouth.

Fuck.Her soft, warm mouth felt amazing. She sucked me hard and unleashed the beast inside me. I fisted her hair and thrust into her mouth. Her hands held onto my thighs and she sucked harder. I pounded into her deeper and harder.

“Fuck,” I groaned. Encouraged, she sucked harder and faster. I wouldn’t last long like this. I thrust deep down her throat and tears ran down her cheeks. White hot pleasure climbed up my spine and the climax ripped through me. I roared out as my cum sprayed into her mouth, and she continued to suck. It was the most magnificent sight to wake up to.

She swallowed my cum, milking every drop of me and then licking me off. The room came back into focus and was silent with the exception of our labored breathing. She straightened up and smiled softly.

“Good morning,” she mumbled softly.

I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her over to me. “Happy Christmas,” I told her.

“Happy Christmas, Daniel.”

There were so many past Christmas mornings that I woke up thinking about her. And here she was with me now. In my bed, in my house. Exactly where she belonged.

Two hours later, we were in the library and the room looked like an explosion of wrapping paper. Bram was running from one toy to the next, undecided on which one to play with first. Ainslee and her mother had large smiles on their faces. It had been, hands down, the best Christmas ever.

I glanced down to the box in my hand. Ainslee had gotten me cufflinks with my initials. I loved them. However, it was her gift card to Footman’s, the bar we used to visit to grab a quick bite and beer, that struck a note. It told me she remembered our time together. Her mother frowned when she saw it, so she must have not told her. I’d bet she hadn’t told anyone Footman’s was our hang out place during those months we spent together in London.

I had a plan to take her with me to London tomorrow. Before we came downstairs, she asked about seeing it again.

Ainslee’s mother was quite thrilled with her gifts too. I learned she used to paint, so I got her a canvas set and set of paint with new brushes. I had to admit, I was selfish. I hoped she found hobbies to do around here, so she’d stay. It would be an additional guarantee Ainslee would stay too.

I went into the adjoining room to the library to set my gift away. Ainslee was right behind me.

“I hope you liked the idea of Footman’s.” She seemed a bit nervous. I remembered how I wanted to take her to an exclusive restaurant, but she always dragged me into Footman’s. The atmosphere was relaxing and warm, regardless whether you were a regular customer or not. Everyone always treated you like they knew you.

“I love it,” I admitted. “I haven’t been back since-” The word and unwanted memory lingered in the air. She came up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I loved her affection. If any other woman touched me without permission, it would be the last time we spoke or saw each other. But with her, I needed it.

“Me either,” she admitted softly. “It always reminded me of our time there, so I couldn’t. Even alone, I couldn’t go.”

I nodded, understanding her perfectly. My only regret was that I was the cause of it.

“I have one more gift for you,” I told her. I pulled out a drawer and grabbed a wrapped package.

She groaned, though a smile played on her face. “Daniel, you got me so many presents. I don’t know what I’ll do with all of it.”

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