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I lick into her and groan at the taste of my woman on my tongue.Tangy and heady and so fucking perfect.
“Please, Noel, I’m close,” she whimpers.
“You wanna come on my tongue or my cock, Tinsel?”I ask because it is always the lady’s choice in our bedroom.
“Your cock.Please, I need you inside me,” Holly says, and she doesn’t hesitate.
Neither do I.
I move fast, pushing down my boxers and crawling over her, using my thighs to spread hers wide as I line myself up with her slick entrance.
“This is where we start.This is forever,” I say, then I push inside.
“Noel!”
“That’s it, Tinsel.Say my name.Scream it,” I grunt, and I pound into her.
Her nails scratch at my sides, and I fucking love the extra bite of pain as her sweet pussy squeezes me with every stroke inside her.
Her pussy quivers.Her thighs are shaking.And when she keens that low, sexy as fuck sound, I know she’s there.And I follow right behind her.
Afterwards, I lift her into my arms and carry her fully onto the bed.And it’s not about the past or the danger or the scars.
It’s about forever.
Our forever.
Epilogue 2: Holly
Holiday Bonus–One Year Later
“I swear this tree is bigger than the one at Rockefeller Center,” I grumble, arms buried in a tangle of lights and ribbon.“What were we thinking?”
“We were thinking you wanted Christmas to be magical,” Noel calls from behind me.“And I wanted you to have it.”
I spin around—nearly knocking over a box of glass ornaments—and catch my husband leaning against the doorframe in a worn black Henley and flannel pajama pants slung low on his hips.
Christmas magic?Found it.
Right there.In him.
“You’re ridiculous,” I tease.
“And you’re mine,” he says, closing the distance in three steps.
He kisses me like he’s still trying to convince me every day to say yes—like he doesn’t already have a ring on my finger and his name on my heart.
I melt.
Like I always do.
“You remember last year?”I whisper, fingers brushing the short scar near his collarbone—the one he told me about after saving me.
“Yeah,” he says, voice a little rough.“I remember saying I’d never let you go.”
“And I remember saying yes.”
We stand there for a second, the twinkle lights reflecting in his eyes, the scent of pine and gingerbread wrapping around us.
