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“I didn’t like being left alone,” I said in a cracking voice.
“Then I won’t leave you alone anymore.” He kissed the top of my head. “Anything else?”
I thought back for a second. “It was hot... ripping my top off, but I really liked that one.”
“I’ll buy you a new one, but from now on, I’ll make sure you’re wearing something you don’t like before I destroy any of your things.”
“Thanks,” I said quietly as I closed my eyes. “Maybe tomorrow we could decorate your Christmas tree...”
The crackling of the fire lulled me to sleep, but it wasn’t deep.
“Let’s go to bed,” he whispered as he pulled me up.
I trudged along, following him without much thought. I was still sore, but I was getting better by the second; being able to communicate what I liked and didn’t was somehow so freeing.
The room was small, with the queen bed taking up most of the space. A dresser stood facing it, but apart from that, the room was bare. He placed me onto the bed, and the mattress dipped beneath me. I wrapped the blanket tighter against myself as he moved to the dresser and began undressing. My pulse quickened, my body thrumming with anticipation, yet at the same time, I was so overwhelmed with what I’d just been through I couldn’t imagine being intimate in that moment.
Before I could put my thoughts into words, he returned to the bed and pulled back the blankets. “You’re going to freeze.”
I slipped beneath them as he did, lying down next to me. He pulled me close, and I rested my head against his chest.
“You’re not treating me like a victim anymore?” I asked quietly.
“I don’t want to... Besides, I think you just want to see my dark side.” He traced his finger along my jaw. “There’s more than one way to see that side of me.”
I had to admit he was right; I wanted to see that part of him. So I could maybe describe what his victims saw before they died. But he was different with me. Didn’t enjoy it like he did with others. He was so warm, and the rhythm of his heart rocked me to sleep.
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, and I frowned when I realized I was alone in bed. I swung my legs to the side, tightening the blanket around myself as I went to the window. The Christmas lights outside glowed in different colors, some buried beneath the freshly fallen snow.
Jack approached the cabin, dragging a small pine tree behind him. I stared at him, my chest squeezing; he didn’t have a Christmas tree until just then. Was it because I’d mentioned decorating one tomorrow? He vanished around the house, and I made my way into the living room. The door opened, and he dragged the tree inside.
“What time is it?” I asked as he closed the door behind him.
“Very early,” he said with a chuckle. “You should go back to sleep.”
I motioned at the tree. “Do you need any help?”
“We’ll put it up tomorrow like you said.” He leaned the tree against the wall, then slipped off his coat and boots.
I approached him, reaching up toward his hair and brushing off the snowflakes. “You need to get warmed up,” I whispered as I dropped the blanket, leaving me naked.
I led him to the loveseat, and when he sat down, I straddled his lap. My heart pounded against my chest as I leaned down and kissed him. He pulled off his t-shirt, and I ran my hands along his chest.
“Thank you for the tree,” I said with a smile.
“You know you don’t have to have sex with me to thank me for something.” He looked concerned for a second before I shook my head.
“I need to be close to you right now.” I undid his pants and giggled as he held on to me with one hand while pushing them down the rest of the way.
When we were both naked, I grasped his erection and lifted myself onto my knees. His cock pulsated against my wet opening, and I slowly lowered myself down, one delicious inch at a time. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I rode him, his shaft filling me up to the hilt. Our breathing was hard and fast as he cupped my breasts in each hand, fondling them. He slid his arms around me, straightening as he held me closer to him. My nipples brushed against his chest, hardening them under the rubbing of our skin. God, he felt so good.
He held me still in his arms, then pounded into me hard. I arched back, and he grabbed my throat, squeezing until the air left my lungs. Pressure grew from between my legs, and my eyes widened as a wave of orgasms crashed against me. The sound of his cock pumping into my wetness filled the room, and I came over and over. He stiffened for a second, then shook violently as he released himself inside of me.
I let myself fall against him, holding each other as we both breathed unevenly through small gasps. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed that way, but by the time he got to his feet, carrying me with him, I was already half asleep. Safe in his arms.
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The Truth
