Page 22 of Santa Daddy
One more push and he was buried completely.
Filling me. Owning me. Changing me irrevocably.
We both froze.
The fullness was overwhelming. The stretch burning. My body screaming in protest.
"Okay?" His voice was tight.
No. Nothing about this was okay.
"Move." The word fell out. "Just move."
He did.
Pulled out slow. The drag exquisite torture.
Pushed back in.
The pain started to fade. Replaced by pressure. By friction. By something building that made my toes curl.
Oh.
His rhythm increased. Each thrust deliberate. Deep. Hitting something inside that made coherent thought impossible.
I was making sounds I'd never made.
My name fell from his lips like a prayer and a curse.
When we both came, it was violent.
His release flooding me with heat.
Mine clamping down on him, milking every drop.
We collapsed together on expensive carpet.
Both shaking.
Both destroyed.
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AFTERMATH
DANI
The bed was massive, obscene really, but somehow the empty half felt like an arctic wasteland. I reached over blindly, fingers skating across smooth cotton, hunting for heat that wasn’t there.
All I found was the faint indentation where his body had been.
How did someone that big move that quietly?
Pale winter light leaked in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the room into a grayscale postcard. Outside, the city glittered under a thin skin of frost. Tiny white flakes clung to the glass like the world was trying to decorate even this place.
Inside, it still smelled like him.
Like last night.
