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BELLA
With his mouth on mine, he kisses me softly as he pushes himself inside me. My walls stretch and burn as I adjust to his girth, and I can't help but gasp. “Do you need me to stop?” He's so thick and big that it’s like I can feel him everywhere.
“No,” I whisper, placing my hands on either side of his face as I take in a deep breath. “I want you to keep going. I want to feel you, Ryder. Keep moving.”
“Tell me if it hurts too much."
“I will.” I nod, closing my eyes as our foreheads touch and his hips swivel forward, sinking himself until he’s buried to the base.
“Oh, Bella, Bella, Bella,” he murmurs, his heated breath washing over me as my body sings with our togetherness. “I never knew heaven until I entered your body.”
“Ryder.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my hands sliding into his hair as his lips come down on mine and he drags himself out of me then pushes back in, slow and precise movements that match the speed of his kiss. With each thrust, my body burns a little brighter, coils a little tighter, until all of that earlier discomfort is forgotten, and all that remains is bliss.
Never in my life did I imagine I’d meet the man of my dreams while getting ready to take a shower. Yet, here I am, connected with that man in the most intimate of ways. For the longest time, I thought I’d spend my life alone—maybe I’d become a reclusive author with a billion cats for company—but then I stumbled upon this statuesque man in my bathroom, literally on his knees in front of me. I'm a big believer in Christmas miracles, but this is some next level shit. It’s as if the stars have finally aligned, and the gods have granted me the one gift I’ve always wished for but never thought I’d have. Love. Because I do love him. More than I thought I’d be capable of in such a short amount of time, but it’s there, filling my heart with joy and hope for the future.
Of all the gifts I have ever gotten for Christmas, Ryder isdefinitelymy favorite.
Ryder shifts back on his knees and places his hands on my waist, his fingers digging into my sides as he lifts me off the bed and deepens his thrust. I let out a long, guttural moan as I drag my nails through the hair on his chest and notice a series of scars that break up the coarse curls. I’m overwhelmed with empathy for the man and all that he’s obviously been through, and I don’t miss the flash of pain in his eyes as he scoops me up in his arms and drags me up so I’m sitting and can’t see his scars anymore. As I straddle his lap and ride his length, I wind my arms around him, cradling his head as I whisper, “I love you, Ryder,” right next to his ear. He flinches slightly, pulling his head back so that he’s looking right into my eyes, a warring confusion inside of his.
“What did you say?”
“I said I love you,” I whisper, smiling demurely as I search the swirling emotion in his green orbs. “And it’s OK if you don’t feel the same. I just wanted you to know how I feel because it’s true. As soon as I saw you, I fell in love with you.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, bringing his hands to either side of my head as he pushes his fingers into my hair and slides the pads of his thumbs along my cheekbones. In this moment, I’m not sure if he wants to kiss me or shove me away. But I keep myself steady, eyes locked with his and love in my heart. Because I need him to know that I see him.I see him.And I love him just as he is. Scars and all.
“I love you, Ryder,” I whisper again, dropping my left hand so my fingertips are brushing along the jagged scarring on his pec, before I flatten my palm over where his heart is. “I love you.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, and his brow knits. Then just as fast as he stopped, he’s moving again, his mouth crashing against mine as he flips me on my back and starts making love to me again, slow and strong, then hard and fast. He winds his fingers with mine then lifts our joined hands above my head, thrusting inside me over and over while he looks intently into my eyes. It’s intense. It’s powerful. And it’s even a little scary. But I don’t dare look away. No. I couldn’t. He needs to know I’m here, and that I want him, and everything he has to give me.
“I love you,” I say again, and he increases the tempo. My hips rise to meet him, plunge after plunge, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. Gasping, moaning, whimpering, until…
"Oh, fuck."
He releases me, and I place my hands on his face, bringing his lips to meet mine, sucking tenderly. "It’s OK. Let go. I'll meet you there, Ryder. Just keep going." I tighten my legs around him, pulling him deeper and bringing me closer and closer to climax. "Oh… Oh,god, Ryder!"
"Fuck, Bella!" With one final thrust, he buries himself fully, and we both let go, exploding together in a glorious wave of pulsing bodies and gasping mouths until we collapse together in a heap, completely spent. “I love you too.” The words are muffled, spoken against my skin as he buries his face in my neck while our bodies buzz and hum from our exquisite lovemaking.
An emotion-filled tear slides from my eye as I wrap my arms around him, trailing my fingers up and down his bare back as we just lie there together, breathing and embracing on this beautiful Christmas Eve come Christmas morning. “Merry Christmas, Ryder,” I whisper when I realize how late—or early—it is.
He breaks away and pushes up on his hands, looking deep into my eyes. "I'm completely in love with you."
“Completely?” I grin. "Good. Because I don't think I could live another moment without you, so I kinda needed you to love me back."
“Oh, honey. I do. I never thought I’d feel like this. But I do. I love you, Bella Fleming.”
“I'm so completely in love with you too, Ryder Wilcox," I whisper, pushing up on my elbows so our lips are close to meeting.
“You know it’s a Christmas miracle when an angel utters those words while you’re still balls deep inside her,” he teases, grinning as he brings his mouth to mine and kisses me completely.
"Mmmm. Does that mean you’re ready for round two?" I giggle as he starts to move again, teasing my body back to life and turning my giggles into satisfied moans.
Suddenly, he growls and rolls us over so I'm on top. "Round two, three, four…Merry Christmas, honey.”
“Merry Christmas, Ryder,” I gasp, knowing it’ll be averymerry one indeed.
RYDER
Light falls on my face, making me realize I forgot to close the curtains as it wakes me from the best damn sleep I’ve had since I was a kid. My arms instinctively start to stretch, but I stop myself short when I feel a weight on my right arm. Bella.
