Page 41 of Dark Christmas
I can’t stop the moan that escapes, my body responding to him in ways I can’t control. He shifts, angling himself just right, and suddenly I gasp, my breath coming in short, desperate bursts.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, slowing down just enough to make it even more intense. His eyes stay locked on mine, and I see something deeper in them. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
I don’t know if it’s his words, or the way he’s taking his time with me, but I come undone, the pleasure ripping through me in waves. My nails dig into his arms as I cry out, my whole body shaking. Melor watches, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips.
He doesn’t stop, though. As I’m catching my breath, he lifts me effortlessly, carrying me over to the couch.
I look up at him, still dazed, but ready for more. He kneels between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs, his gaze hot and intense.
“Let me make you feel even better,” he says softly before leaning down and kissing a slow trail up my inner thigh, taking his time.
Melor’s lips work their way up my thigh, his touch sending sparks through my entire body. Every kiss, every brush of his fingers has me melting beneath him. He’s so slow, so deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch of me. My skin tingles with anticipation, my breath coming faster as he reaches the spot where I need him most.
“God, you drive me crazy,” I whisper, barely able to form the words.
He smirks against my skin. “That’s the idea.”
He shifts, positioning himself between my legs, his cock teasing at my entrance. But instead of rushing, he takes his time, pushing into me so slowly I can feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me again. I gasp, my hands gripping the couch, every nerve in my body tingling.
His eyes lock onto mine, and the intensity in his gaze is like nothing I’ve ever seen. This isn’t just about sex—it’s something deeper, more intimate, and it shakes me to my core. “You feel perfect,” he murmurs.
The rhythm he sets is steady but deep, each thrust pushing me higher, the heat between us building to a fever pitch. My body starts to tremble, and I know I’m close again.
“Come with me,” he growls, his breath ragged.
The mutual climax is unlike anything I’ve ever felt—intense, raw, and powerful. We fall apart together, my body clenching around him as we come in perfect sync, his deep groans mixing with my cries of immense pleasure.
I can feel the heat of him as he explodes inside me, filling me, and the sensation sends aftershocks rippling through my entirebody. It’s an overwhelming mix of pleasure and connection that leaves me completely undone.
My breath is ragged, matching his, our bodies pressed together, both of us spent but still riding that high.
When it’s over, he leans down and kisses me hard, like he can’t get enough. I kiss him back and pull him closer before we finally collapse on the couch. I curl up against his chest and as his arm wraps around me, I realize just how safe I feel with him, how much I’m at peace. For a few perfect moments, I forget all about the danger lurking outside these walls. Right now, all I feel is happy.
“I’m sort of excited to show you off at Claire’s.”
“I’m not exactly a prize,” he says with a light laugh.
“You are, though,” I tell him, and watch as he shifts somewhat uncomfortably.
And just like that, the spell is broken.
Chapter 21
Amelia
“I’m telling you, Claire’s gonna flip over these cinnamon rolls,”
I’m holding Melor’s hand as he helps me out of his car across the street from the bakery. The air’s chilly, our breath visible in little puffs. Christmas decorations everywhere are making the city glow. For a moment, it feels weirdly normal, like we’re just a regular couple enjoying a holiday stroll.
But then I accidentally bump into him, and my elbow hits something hard under his coat. Oh. Right. The gun.
Because we’re not normal.
Not even close.
“You good?” Melor looks down at me, his voice calm but always alert.
“Yeah,” I say, forcing a smile. “Just thinking about Christmas. I’ve never experienced a white one in person. That would be kind of cool.”