Page 45 of Stealing His Christmas Present

“Is this your first time?”

I gave him a small nod.

He rubbed the tip of his shaft against my core, and a soft moan stole its way out of my throat. Slowly and carefully, he slid himself inside me, inch by thick inch.

I gasped at the new and wonderful sensation of having him inside me as he filled me. There was a brief moment of discomfort, but it was gone so quickly it almost felt like I’d imagined it.

Pablo didn’t move.

He was studying my face.

And then he pulled out and slammed himself back inside, making us both groan. He captured my lips with his, getting hold of my wrists and pinning them on each side of my head.

His thrusts turned faster and more powerful as he dove so deep inside me every inch of my body tingled with pleasure.

I moaned as he pounded into me, his lips brushing against mine, his hold on my wrists tightening.

His strong body moved against mine, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. When he rammed himself deep inside me, I cried out as I spilled over, my whole body throbbing and tingling with pleasure.

Pablo let out a grunt, his lips finding mine again.

We stared into each other’s eyes as our releases coursed through our bodies. It was as if we were in a different place.

Somewhere far, far away where only we existed, without any burdens of the past.

Pablo’s eyes were so warm and filled with contentment.

No trace of anger or pain in them.

No darkness or shadows.

It was just him.

The boy I’d met in Spain.

My Pablo.

He let go of my wrists, and I placed my hand on his cheek. He nuzzled my palm and then rolled off me.

I didn’t want to let him go.

Not yet.

I didn’t want to go back to reality.

I wanted to stay in the safety and warmth of his arms, so I pressed myself close to him and rested my head on his chest.

He wound his arm around me, holding me tightly.

My gaze fell on all the scars that were hiding under his tattoos. There were so many.

Too many.

“What happened to you?” I asked softly, tracing my finger over a long, deep scar on his chest.

He was quiet, his eyes becoming guarded.

“Please. I need to know.”

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