Page 129 of The Crush of Christmas Past
A tremor rolls down her spine as I grip her hips and lean in. “Bed. Now.”
Her head tips back against my chest. “You’ve broken me. I can’t walk.”
“Guess you’ll have to crawl then.”
It’s less an order and more a dare. One I’m ready to end with a swift pick-up and carry.
The spark in her eyes stops me from rushing to move, though. As our gazes catch in the mirror, something carnal snaps between us.
Teeth sinking into the plump flesh of her bottom lip, she drops.
Hands and knees—no hesitation.
I want to tease that she’s lucky we just replaced the carpet. No more sugar residue—of the bakingorbarking kind.
But…fuck.
My focus is stolen by how perfect she looks on all fours for me.
As she moves, the bow at the base of her spine sways. The twisted red strings pretending to be underwear ride up, caught between flushed cheeks. Her thighs are parted just wide enough to offer the most delicious view of ruined lace I intend to defile even further.
It’s impossible to tell who’s in charge right now. What I know for sure is that she’s performing with intent. Putting on a show designed to make me break before I even get inside her.
It’s working.Verywell, in fact.
The view is obscene.
And all mine.
Sheis all mine.
My sweetest dream and my most depraved fantasy.
I’m so hard it borderson violent.
I don’t just want to fuck Isla. I want to brand my love into her bones. Live in her breath. Cling to her skin. Leave an imprint on her soul.
“Come here.” I haul her off the floor and toss her onto the bed.
She lands with a grunt that turns into a giggle as she bounces on the mattress, hair spilling over her shoulders. The sweet sound obliterates every last morsel of my control.
“Face down. Ass up.”
Fingers spread across the small of her back, I guide her into position. Not bothering to undress, I descend to my knees, shove down my jeans, and fist my cock, squeezing just hard enough to hold back the edge. As the bow at the base of her spine flutters against my knuckles, I grab hold of it and yank her to where she belongs.
“Spread those pretty thighs for me, Sunshine,” I growl, giving the lewd lingerie another sharp tug. “Let me see how ready you are to take what’s yours.”
A soft moan is the only reply I get before she obeys. Forehead to the mattress and hips high, she puts herself on full display for me.
Her underwear is drenched. I ruin it some more, dragging myself over the soaked material, marking her mess with my own.
Sliding it to the side, I drive into her in one rough, claiming motion.
The sound that rips from her throat is a guttural kind of grateful.
For a few maddening seconds, I hold still, buried to the hilt. Agony and bliss become one and the same. Her muscles pulse around me, body luring me deeper.
When I finally move, it’s with a force that jolts her forward. Her elbows give out and her fingers claw at the sheets, but my strong girl snaps right back to beg for more.
