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Hold her forever.
No matter what.
“Holy-,” I hear her exclaim, shuddering as her climax starts to subside, but I keep going by flexing myself and pulling her harder down onto me.
“Merry Christmas,” I growl, knowing I’ll give her this feeling every day of the week forever, not just once a year.
But every day, all year round.
Every year from now on.
She squeaks a sound before collapsing onto me again.
I’m sure I hear the word Christmas in there somewhere.Chapter NineteenCarolFalling against him, with him still inside me, I fall asleep.
It’s his warm hands on my hip and back, his thicker heat inside that helps me drift off.
Waking up to him again as he kisses my lips.
“Merry Christmas,” he says softly, stroking my hair back and then tracing a finger down my face.
Opening my eyes I wonder if I’m dreaming again, but his huge chest pressing against mine tells me no.
This is real.
There’s a dim light around his face, not an electric or firelight, but one that tells me it’s early morning.
The scent of him so near, plus the crackling fire tells me we haven’t left where we started.
“I think we can open up this side of the house.”
He announces, looking around a little and then resting his gaze back onto me, laid flat on the huge leather couch, his robe over mine. I snuggle into both as I stifle a yawn, stretching underneath.
Lucian is wearing a T-shirt and gray track pants, making me instantly wonder what he’s been up to.
Where he’s been gone.
Until he flashes a matching, folded pair before my eyes.
“I only left to get these, I was worried we’d freeze to death,” he quips, motioning to snuggle with me under the robes.
“These old houses…” I start to say, but his toes against mine give me the answer.
His warm, hard body against mine giving me instant relief.
“See?” he asks, smiling. “I guess we closed off this section of the place for a reason, but we can open it up again now, I think,” he adds reflecting his own inner thoughts.
“Just for me?” I ask, noting him shaking his head and touching my belly again.
“Just for you,” he says, smiling before pecking my lips.
“I can stoke the fire in a minute,” he adds, “but don’t you want to go back to our room? Back to the central heating?” he asks earnestly.
I think about it.
Not wanting to be awkward, I have to admit I like it better here, even though it’s a little cold.
Through the missing high drapes of the wood framed windows, I can see a winter scene I’d never get from my apartment.
No cars or people, just trees and snow. A lake in the distance, with a few late birds tracing their way across the sky, going to where they need to be.
“Lucian? I love you,” I tell him, pleased when he leans into me again repeating the same.
“It’s Christmas day, you know?” he adds and I nod.
Trying to think of a better feeling to match the day I always looked forward to forgetting.
“Are you gonna make me do stuff… do your Christmas or whatnot?” I ask feebly, hoping I don’t have to leave this warm couch.
“Never,” Lucian says firmly. Tucking the robes under me, keeping me warm.
“But I did see a couple of sleds in that closet with those Christmas decorations,” he adds with a mischievous grin.
“I can get us breakfast, then dinner warming if you wanna go outside and play?”
“Go outside. In this?” I ask, knowing I’ll go anywhere he does.
“It’s not as cold once you’re out there in it,” he promises but shrugs when I tell him I only have what I brought with me.
Glancing outside, Lucian tells me we’ll be safe for an hour, with a warm fire waiting for us both once we get back inside.
Skipping to our room upstairs, I know Lucian’s not far behind as he sets to work on warming up some food.
But I want to beat him.
I want him to see me in my jeans too, which I stowed a couple of pairs of as well as that stack of panties. Just like he recommended.
I’ve never felt sexy in jeans, but the look in Lucian’s eyes once he spots me at the bottom of the stairs changes all that.
“Aren’t you changing?” I ask, noticing him still in his track pants and T-shirt, which show his bulging member, showing me just how pleased he is to see me.
Shaking his head.
“I’ll get the sled,” he says firmly, moving to the door before I beg him to put some more clothes on.
“Why?” he asks. “I’ll only be taking them off again,” he adds, eyeing me up and down.
“We’re perfectly alone, Carol,” he tells me, sending a thrill through my heart.
He says something else which I don’t catch. But I know he won’t be going outside with nothing on his bare feet and T-shirt.
