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His wet tongue licks up my whole throat. I part my lips to moan when his cock slips out. Panicking at the loss, I whimper and thrust back. Then cool metal rolls up my clit.
Krampus rocks his cock up and down my clit, slathering me in my own arousal. All the while he keeps whispering in my ear about how naughty I am. And everything he wants to do to my naughty ass.
“Fuck! I’m so close!” Words somehow make it through the flames.
His cock slips away from my clit, but it doesn’t matter. The fire’s reached my brain and toes. I’m blazing hotter than the sun.
“Yes! Krampus, yes!”
He thrusts as hard as he can, spearing me to his hilt. One hand takes my breast and the other wraps around my ponytail. With that for leverage, he tugs me back, altering the angle. Biting my ear, he snarls, “You are mine.”
The next buck rams his hoop into my G-spot. It punches so hard that my vision goes white and my stomach leaps into my throat.
“Say it,” he orders, and jerks again.
“I…” I can’t talk. I can’t even breathe. The fire’s taken everything. All I can see is the white of the snow, smell the sweat on his fur, and hear the cascade of sleigh bells. My mind’s wrapped in tissue paper while my body burns with pleasure. It’s everything I could want.
“Say.” He holds my jaw. “It.”
With a voice gouged from fire, I scream, “I’m yours!” The orgasm slams me to the floor. Life’s pains flood back with a snap. I gasp in oxygen, my eyes burning from the bright candlelight. My ears flood with the wet slaps of his cock piercing through me and the heavy grunts as he hangs on for one more thrust.
Oh, fuck. And my ass aches more than it ever has before.
“Krampus…” I moan, my body little more than a puff of smoke.
He grunts deeper. The chains jangle in time with the sleigh bells. I nearly yelp as my ass lands on his thighs, the muscles wrought iron even under the fur.
As he pulls me tight, I find my voice.“Say it.”
A deep, soul-quaking roar bursts from his lungs. I rock so hard forward with his climax, it nearly tears me out of the chains. As we swing back together, he hangs onto me for dear life.
“Say it.”
Warm hands curl under my bare breasts. His lips nuzzle the nape of my neck and his beard tickles down my spine. Panting with every release squirting into me, he declares, “I’m yours.”
CHAPTER 16
WARM WATER LAPS up my bruised body. After unchaining me, Krampus carried me to the hot springs. Rather than leave me to soak, he’s tenderly washing over the marks on my buttocks. I try to not wince with every touch, but without the fire to keep me focused, all I can feel is the pain.
“This should help,” he says and unscrews a jar. I sit up off of his lap to watch him dig a claw into gray mud. Gritting my teeth, I brace as he reaches for my ass. Instead of the same sharp sting from the hot water, cold relief curls over my skin.
“That is so nice,” I moan, unknotting so fast my face plunges into the spring. The sulfur scent stings my nose, but I stay underwater, letting the minerals soften my skin while he tends to my flaming ass. When his fingers drift off, I sit back up, hands pressing into his soggy thighs. “How’s it look?”
“There’s some welts that have turned white, and the skin is pink, but none of it broke.”
“Really?” Despite having a human spine, I try to turn around and stare at my own ass. My hand slips off of his knee and I nearly go hurtling into the water. He catches me. Picking me up, he reorients me until I’m staring into his eyes. Slowly, he places me down in his lap and spreads his thighs so my blistering ass is touched by only the bubbling spa.
Krampus curls a hand under my chin and lifts my face higher. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired. Sore.” I run my hand down the forearm that’s holding me, not to get him to stop, but just to feel him.
His gaze drifts to my wrist. “Does it still…?” He cuts himself off and looks away.
“I don’t know.” Moment of truth. I circle my fingers under my wrist and slowly draw them up. Everything tonight was perfect. He was perfect. Surely it fixed my stupid… “Ouch.”
Damn it.
No. I won’t believe it didn’t work. I clamp my hand around my wrist, willing the pain in my mind to go away. It’s not real. He can’t hurt me anymore. He’s…
