Page 47 of Unwrapping Ember
As the days go by, we find ourselves sharing more stories and finding solace in each other’s pain. Although it’s been a gradual process, I can sense the weight lifting from my shoulders. For the first time in a long while, I feel a flicker of hope—hope that perhaps, just perhaps, we can all find a path to healing and a way to move forward.
Despite the hardships that brought us together, I am filled with gratitude for the bond we’ve formed. It feels as if fate brought us together for a reason—to support and uplift one another through the shadows of our lives.
I’m uncertain of what the future holds for us, but I am deeply thankful to have these men by my side. I may not be home for Christmas this year, but in a way, I feel I’ve found a new family in these guys. And for now, that’s more than enough.
Wrapped in Baine’s arms, I gaze out at the snow-dusted branches swaying in the biting wind. I shiver at the imagined cold and instinctively push back against Baine. Without missing a beat, he curls his arm around my hip, tugging me even closer, his hand dangerously near the warmth that simmers between my aching thighs.
I’ve never been particularly sexual, but since Koda took my virginity, an insatiable craving has blossomed within me. I want more—much more. With Shawn, it was different; he took something from me that I wasn’t willing to give, and that experience was tainted with something dark and revolting. But with Koda, Baine, and Everest, their touch brings me pleasure rather than pain—rather than disgust.
As I shift, I feel Baine's arousal pressing against me, prompting me to wiggle and intensify the sensation. Baine lets out a low growl as I move,pressing his lips to my neck, kissing and nibbling at my skin. His touch sends electric shivers through me, igniting a longing for more. Yet, as much as I yearn for him, I recognize the need to take it slowly. Gently, I nudge his hand away and turn to face him, our eyes locking in a moment charged with unspoken desire.
"I want you," Baine murmurs, his breath warm against my lips. "But only if you're sure."
I nod, my heart racing, fully aware of my own desires. "Oh, I'm sure."
As our lips meet, a warmth floods through me, dispelling the last traces of cold that linger. Baine draws me closer, and my thoughts are consumed by the gentle pressure of his touch and the pleasure of being with someone who genuinely cares for me. I know I’ve finally discovered what I’ve been searching for—a connection that makes me feel truly alive.
“Merry Christmas, doll,” he whispers against my lips, entangling his fingers in my hair and giving it a gentle tug that elicits a soft moan from my throat.
“Merry Christmas, Baine.”
Our clothes come off—what little we had on—and before I can process it, Baine rises, pulling me by my ankles to the edge of the bed. His eyes light up with hunger as they roam over me, and a feral groan escapes his lips. He grips my waist with strong hands, lifting me slightly to find the perfect angle.
Without hesitation, he dips his head, burying his face between my thighs, his tongue igniting a pleasurable fire that courses through me, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. I reach down, entangling my fingers in his hair, urging him closer as I succumb to the waves of pleasure he brings. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—a symphony of gasps and moans escaping my lips with every flick of his tongue.
I’m consumed by passion and desire, a heat like never before igniting between us. Baine’s all-consuming touch sweeps me away on a tide of pleasure. He lifts his head, his chin glistening with my arousal, and thesight makes my legs tremble. His hands slide beneath me, lifting me so he has the perfect angle to enter. He lines up his cock with my entrance and pushes in slowly, making me feel every exquisite inch as I envelop him. A guttural moan spills from my lips as I arch my back, instinctively rising to meet his relentless thrusts. I grasp the sheets tightly, losing myself in the whirlwind of sensation.
“Jesus, doll. This will never get old. Your pussy is so damn good,” he grunts, moving in circles, his cock plunging into me with unyielding ferocity.
He eases back, then surges back in, slamming into me in a hard stroke that leaves us both gasping. My body ignites, every fiber alive with pleasure as Baine’s powerful movements escalate the intensity. Time becomes meaningless as we meld into one, engulfed in our shared ecstasy, where nothing else matters. It’s a moment of pure bliss, a connection that transcends anything I’ve known, and just as we reach the pinnacle of our desire, he captures my lips with his, pushing me over the edge as his tongue entwines with mine.
“Are you ready to see what Santa brought you?” he asks with a playful smirk, stirring a spark of intrigue within me as I raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
Koda
Sitting in the living room with Ev, sipping spiked coffee, I can hear Ember's voice drifting in the air. She's almost here. I exchange a glance with Ev, sharing in his grin.
“I can’t believe Christmas is already here.”
“I know, it came up fast.”
I glance out the window, a thick fog clouding my thoughts, and one person occupies my mind: that bastard Shawn. We need to settle the score for what he did. But should we involve Ember in this? That’s the million-dollar question.
“What’s got you lost in thought now? You should be smiling, Koda.”
“I am happy, but I can’t shake that moherfucker from my mind.”
A wicked smile spreads across Ev’s face as he rubs his hands together. “Let’s pay him a visit tonight while she’s asleep.”
I consider it; it’s not a bad plan. “But we can’t take her with us, and I don’t want to leave her alone.”
“One of us can stay behind while the other two handle him.”
“Do we tell her, though?”
He nods, conviction in his gaze. “Yeah, I think we should.”
“What if she hates us forit?”