Page 130 of The Crush of Christmas Past
The lingerie strings become my reins, lace tormenting her clit with every thrust as I lead Isla into an unyielding, merciless rhythm.
“Theo?” My name is two sobbed, needy syllables.
“Yes, Sunshine?”
“Please.”
I lean over, eclipsing her frame with mine. “You want to come?”
She nods frantically, legs trembling so hard she starts to lose her balance.
“Stay with me.” I steady her hip with one hand while delivering a soft slap to her ass—just enough to jolt her upright. “You’re doing so well, pretty girl.” Then I slide my thumb across her parted lips. “Suck. Make it nice and wet for you.”
Her mouth closes around it, tongue swirling eagerly. When I pull it free, it’s coated in her saliva, but I follow the curve of her back to the heat between her legs, slicking it until it glistens.
Pleasure coils tight at the base of my spine as I drag my touch higher, teasing the tight spot nestled between her ass cheeks.
“Say the magic words.” My thumb coaxes out a gasp.
“Pretty…please?” she rasps, shuddering under the pressure.
“No need to beg, Sunshine. You already own all of me.” I slow the next thrust, savoring the sight of her stretching around me. “What I want to hear is my new favorite phrase.”
Her eyes widen as the request clicks. “Oh.” A breathless grin lifts her lips. “I love you.”
“Good girl.” I drive forward, hips picking up the pace as my thumb continues to work her. “Again.”
I’ll happily begherfor it.Over and over.
“I.”Thrust. “Love.”Thrust.“You.”Thrust.“Theo.”
“More.” With my free hand, I work her clit, rubbing the way I know she needs. Fast. Merciless. A little cruel. “Louder.”
Her head drops as she cries out the next one, overcome by a full-body quake.
“So fucking good to me.” I kiss her shoulder, then bite down as I sink into both holes at once. “Love you more.”
When her orgasm hits, it’s all-consuming. An eruption powered by hours of denial.
Trapped between my cock and my thumb, her muscles seize around me, fusing us together. She screams my name, soaking us both, clenching so tight around me it shatters what’s left of my restraint.
“Isla.” I spill inside her, surrendering my entire soul to the only woman who’s ever owned it.
For the remainder of the night, we blur the line between fucking and making love, our hearts, minds, and bodies reduced to raw bliss.
We go until the sky transforms from deep velvet to pale violet, her moans are joined by birdsong, and my heart soars with the sun.
When we finally drift off to sleep, tightly wound in each other, I’m hit with the greatest wave of peace.
Loving Isla with abandon is the definition of perfection.
A hard-won beginning I never want to end.
The promise of forever.
Epilogue
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