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Eva whimpers at the pain, but she doesn’t pull away. She allows me to claim her like a fucking feral beast.
Both of us collapse on the table, panting for oxygen as our mutual pleasure wraps around us. I keep my hands tight around Eva’s hips, my cock deep inside of her, wishing we could remain wrapped up in our bubble for the rest of our lives.
30
EVA
Igrasp onto the gift I purchased in town for Oak, hating the way my stomach twists with nerves. I’ve only known him for a short time, so I’m not sure he’ll like it. Last Saturday, before the winter formal, I went into town and found a quaint antique shop tucked down an alleyway. This little painting caught my eye immediately, and I knew I had to get it for him, but after seeing the amazing artwork he has on the walls of his home, I’m not sure it’s up to standard.
Christmas music plays softly in the background as I walk into the living room, finding Oak standing by an already lit fireplace. The Christmas tree is alight with flickering candle effect lights, and a couple of gifts lay beneath it.
“Happy Christmas,” I say.
He turns around, smiling at me. “Happy Christmas.” He walks toward me and leans down to kiss my cheek. “I didn’t want to wake you, as you looked so peaceful.”
My stomach flutters as I hold out my gift, which cost me more than I could afford, but I wanted to get him something meaningful. “I got you a gift, but if you don’t like it, I won’t be offended.”
Oak takes the package and grabs my hand, forcing me to sit next to him on the sofa. “I’m sure I’ll love it.”
I watch as he frees the painting from the wrapping paper to reveal a beautiful watercolor of a stream running through a pretty forest in summer framed in an ornate gilt frame.
“It is beautiful, Eva.” The smile he gives me is the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen. “I love it.” He stands and walks over to the far wall, which is rather bare. “How would it look here?” he asks, holding it against a bare nail on the wall.
“Perfect,” I say, despite feeling it’s a little out of place with the Van Goug on the opposite wall. “Although it’s not as rare as your other pieces.” My brow furrows. “I don’t recognize the artist.”
He shakes his head. “It is perfect because you bought it for me.”
My cheeks heat at his heated gaze as he hangs the painting on the nail, taking a step back to admire it. He looks contemplative when he faces me. “I was thinking maybe I could start a painting tomorrow.” There’s a devilish glint in his eyes. “I don’t think it’s so inappropriate anymore if I paint you nude.”
I laugh. “As long as I can read, otherwise I might get bored sitting still.”
“Deal,” he says, walking toward the Christmas tree and grabbing a gift. “I got you something, too.” He walks toward me and sits on the sofa, placing it in my hand.
I carefully free the paper to reveal an ancient-looking book. My heart skips a beat as I let my fingers trace over the beautifully bound cover, tracing the title.Jane Eyre.“Is this a first edition copy of Jane Eyre?” I ask.
“Yes, I remembered it was your favorite.”
I swallow hard and shake my head. “This would have cost a fortune.” I glance at the painting on the wall. “Now, my gift feels utterly pathetic.”
Oak kneels in front of me and cups my face in his hands, staring into my eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. I love the painting.” He rises and presses his forehead against mine. “I stumbled across this in the rare bookstore in town and decided I wanted to get it for you.” He brushes his lips over mine softly. “It doesn’t matter how much it cost me because you’re worth everything I own.”
I feel a tightness in my throat and fight the tears pooling in my eyes. Oak’s gift is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever purchased for me. Thinking about how much it would have cost him, though, makes me a little sick. The first edition copy of Jane Eyre has to be worth tens of thousands of dollars.
I return his kiss, wishing I wasn’t falling deeper and deeper into this fantasy with him. When we break apart, I look into his beautiful eyes and feel a stray tear trickle down my cheek.
He wipes it away. “Why are you crying?”
I shake my head. “What are we doing, Oak?”
“What do you mean?”
“This fantasy we’re living. It can’t continue forever.” More tears fall down my cheeks. “We can’t carry on like this.”
Oak kisses away my tears, making my chest ache more. “Let’s enjoy today together and not think about anything else. Alright?” He stands. “It’s Christmas Day, and I’ve got the turkey basted and ready to cook. We should go for a walk in the snow.”
“Okay,” I say, wiping the rest of my tears away. “I’ll get dressed.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes as I disappear back into the bedroom to get ready. It’s freezing outside, so I opt for a thick pair of pants and a shirt and jumper, followed by my coziest winter coat and a thick matching scarf, hat, and gloves.
