Page 79 of Dark Christmas

It’s a quiet, rainy morning in San Francisco, the kind where the world feels like it’s taking a little longer to wake up. I open my eyes and glance over at Amelia, still sound asleep beside me. Every morning with her feels like a gift I don’t deserve, wrapped up in the peaceful rise and fall of her chest. I lie there for a while, taking her in—her soft breathing, the way her hair falls across her pillow.

I still can’t believe she’s mine.

After a few minutes she stirs, blinking her eyes open and turning to me with a sleepy smile.

"Morning," she murmurs, her voice hushed and intimate, like we’re the only two people in the world.

"Morning.”

She pauses, tilting her head slightly, listening. I raise an eyebrow. "What is it?"

“You hear that?” she asks.

I frown, straining my ears. “Hear what?”

A sly smile spreads across her lips. “Nothing.Silence. Sasha’s still sleeping.”

I chuckle, realizing where this is going. "So... you thinking what I’m thinking?"

She grins wider. “Hell, yes.”

I close the distance between us, pulling her into a slow, deep kiss. There’s nothing better than this—her naked warmth against me, the rain tapping against the window, the quiet of the morning stretching out before us. For once, no interruptions, just us.

I kiss her slowly at first, savoring the taste of her lips, the warmth of her body pressed against mine. Every inch of her is perfection, and I can’t help but move my hands over her curves, pulling her closer, feeling the softness of her skin. She’s wearing nothing more than a thin camisole and thong, and I waste no time slipping my hand under the hem of her top, gliding up her stomach until I’m cupping her breast.

She lets out a soft sigh into my mouth as I tug the fabric of her cami up and over her head, tossing it aside without a second thought. My other hand moves lower, tugging her thong down her legs. She’s already soaked, and I groan, feeling her slick heat as my fingers dip between her thighs, teasing her, rubbing her just the way she likes.

“God, you’re so perfect,” I whisper against her lips.

She grins against my mouth, biting my lower lip as her hand slides down into my pajama pants, wrapping around my length.“I could say the same thing about you,” she teases, her voice hushed and breathy.

Her touch is enough to drive me mad, stroking me as our bodies press together, my fingers moving in rhythm with her hand. I can tell she’s getting close, her breath quickening, her hips rocking into my hand.

“Come for me,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “I want to feel you lose it.” Her moan says everything.

I pull the covers down, just enough to take in the sight of her. She’s always been beautiful, but now, after everything we’ve been through, after becoming a mother, she’s somehow even more breathtaking. Her curves, her skin, the way her body responds to my touch—it’s all perfect. I’m the luckiest man alive, and I know it.

I keep my fingers between her thighs, rubbing her just the way I know she needs. Her hips buck, her breath coming faster, until finally, she falls apart for me. She comes hard, her body trembling against mine, moaning my name like it’s the only thing she can say. God, I love hearing her like that.

Before she can catch her breath, I pull her into me, spooning her. I’m rock hard and ready, slipping inside her with one smooth thrust, feeling her tight and warm around me. I groan, kissing her neck, her shoulder, every part of her I can reach.

She looks so incredibly sexy with her hair tousled, lips parted, and skin flushed. “You feel too good,” I whisper against her ear, thrusting deeper. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off you?”

“Who said you had to?”

I kiss her again, gripping her hips as I move in and out, savoring every bit of her. I thrust in and out hard, watching as our bodies collide. The sight of her perfect ass against me, the way she reaches back and grips me tight, is enough to drive me crazy. Her moans fill the room, and I love the way she sounds—how she can’t hold back, how she gives herself to me completely.

Her body tenses, her back arches, and I feel her pulse around me as she comes, gasping my name. I’m right there with her, on the edge, nearly ready to finish, but I’m not done with her yet.

As her orgasm fades, I pull out just long enough to move her onto her back. I climb over her, and the sight of her beneath me nearly takes my breath away. She’s stunning—her chest rising and falling, her cheeks flushed with heat, her lips parted in that way that drives me wild. I’ll never get tired of seeing her like this.

"I love you."

"I love you, too," she replies, her eyes locked on mine.

I slip back inside her, deep and slow, feeling her warmth wrap around me. We kiss, soft and sweet at first, then deeper, more intense, as I start to thrust again. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer, and we move together, perfectly in sync. We’ve become one, lost in each other, in the heat of our love.

I’ve got her right on the edge, her breath catching in her throat. She grips my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I can feel her need, her urgency.