Page 42 of Silent Night Sins
I was trying to make light of the situation, but his unnatural stillness made my heart thump loudly against my ribs.
“I’ve only ever been scared around you, Nicky,” he whispered.
Pressing my lips against his chest, right where I’d drawn the promise in icing not thirty minutes ago, I let my own heart ache for this man. This fighter. This boy from the wrong side of the track was miraculously back in my life.
Exactly where I was going to keep him.
If we were both nervous about bringing this relationship into the light, we could do it together.
“Tell me,” I urged softly.
With a sigh, Cristiano let free his confession. “I’m scared that if I take off the mask, the magic will leave.”
I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. Better that bite of pain than to laugh at his. It mirrored my own! I didn’t have anything to be worried about. That was the most incredible thing he could have said.
“You crave the dangerous stranger, the Christmas nightmare who chases you through the dark,” he continued, voice filled with vulnerability. “What if the man behind the mask isn’t enough?”
“Tino,” I said sharply, and he stiffened at the nickname I only ever used for him. “I’ve known who you are since that first night. My body—myheartknew it was you, even before the realization clicked into place.”
I reached up and gripped the mask between my fingers. Slowly, I pulled it over his head. He didn’t fight me. Didn’t resist.
“I might have had dark, delusional ideas about stalkers and strangers chasing and fucking me in the dead of night.” His hard face stared down at me, visible and free of the black material. “But I’d like to think I’m not insane enough to let just anyone do that to me. You fulfilled my darkest fantasy,” I murmured, rising to the tips of my toes and placing a kiss on that hard jaw. “And I’ll tell you a secret of my own—you can put the masks back on at any time. But this?” I kissed the other side of his face. “This is real, you and me. It’s time to stop hiding and face reality. We’re back together, and I’m not running.”
With that, he swept me into his arms. My feet dangled in the air as he held me.
“Fuck, Nicky, I’ve missed you so much,” and with that, his mouth finally crashed against mine.
Our first kiss. The step we’d been robbed of as kids, when our futures were torn apart. The simple act we’d been denying ourselves while playing our dark, sinful games. We embraced it now, devouring one another with the fervent press of our lips.
I shivered in his arms, dangerously close to confessing how much he meant to me.
Cristiano moaned into my mouth, sliding his tongue against mine. He pulled back, breathing hard, those fierce, dark chocolate eyes—nearly black with his desire—devouring me all over again.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me, Nicky?” he panted. “How I can’t work or eat, or hell, even sleep without you invading every thought?”
“Shut up and show me,” I demanded, wrapping my legs around him.
He paused only long enough to adjust his cock, pressing it between us, before he crushed me against the shower wall. My response was instant. My nipples hardened. My pulse quickened. I took short, shallow inhales as his mouth ravaged mine with hungry kisses.
But it wasn’t enough. It was never going to be enough.
Cristiano pulled his hips back, nudged his cock against my entrance, and sank into me, filling me to the hilt with that thick, gorgeous shaft.
I tapped his shoulder three times.
He froze.
“We should probably discuss something,” I murmured against his lips.
“Unless it’s about taking this to the bedroom, I don’t want to hear it,” he growled.
I huffed, fighting to assemble the words. “I never went to the doctor and got on the pill. I meant to, but there was so much to do. And then the other night, I didn’t have a condom when I tied you up. I figured I would grab something from the pharmacy, but I didn’t. Please don’t be mad, Tino! I should have told you, and—Uff!”
He thrust deep. “Stop talking, Nicky.”
“Tino,” I moaned as his mouth kissed a line down my throat. “I might not even be able to get pregnant, but that’s a big, life-altering circumstance if I do.”
“I. Said. Stop.” He punctuated each word with a hard snap of his hips. “You’re mine. It doesn’t matter.”
