Page 33 of Scary & Bright
“Holly,” I said, deciding I had to interrupt now to remind her who she was talking to. “You’re talking to a scary goat monster who has had to commit murder for the sake of Christmas magic. Believe me, I know a thing or two about wanting to keep everyone and everything at arm’s length.”
“Okay, fair.” She chuckled. Making her laugh was a constant goal. The sound of her laughter was like church bells in my mind. “But I guess I ended up there for that reason. I, um, had a lot of grief and sadness that I wasn’t dealing with and instead was regularly taking it out on the people around me.” She shrugged and looked at me as I was still laying on my side, propped up on an elbow. “Krampus, this sounds insane to say, but I’m almost certain I prefer being here versus being home.”
I reached out and placed a hand on her knee. Having just recently also opened myself up to someone for the first time in forever, I could absolutely empathize with how hard it must have been for her to talk about certain parts of herself.
“Selfishly, I prefer you being here as well,” I said, offering her a small smile.
She placed her hand on top of mine, illustrating one of the several examples of our size difference.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she started again after taking a deep breath. “But when you told me about your life and how you ended up here, I related to that. I know we come from radically different places, and I certainly wasn’t selected as a young adult to become an immortal being responsible for fueling a secret magic, but… I understand being alone, and I understand wanting to shut people out.”
She extended her legs out in front of her, and my hand traveled to the center of her thigh entirely by chance as she moved. Her skin was so smooth and warm under my hand, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Here she was, being honest and vulnerable with me, and my mind was absolutely plagued with thoughts of moving my hand higher, spreading her legs apart, and—
I had to stop. Whenever I thought about her like that, I could feel a primal need rush through me like white water rapids, as if all these years of being alone had evolved parts of me into this beast of desire. If we ever crossed into that territory, I wasn’t certain I’d be able to control my appetite and remain the gentleman I was trying very hard to be.
Holly paused, her eyes dead focused on where my hand settled on her thigh. I squeezed her leg, just a touch, just to test the waters. My senses were on high alert, and I could see her breathing quicken, her chest rising and falling as her perfect lips separated, taking a sharp inhale.
“But you let me in,” I said, doing everything I could to keep my voice steady so as not to give away my position—so I didn’t let her know just how terribly I wanted her. “You let me tell my story, and you chose to see me as something more than just a monster.”
“You saved me,” she whispered, and I wondered if I was crazy to think that, perhaps, she was trying to disguise her own want as well. “And there’s something about not freezing to death that made me want to try something new. Give a new life a chance. And I’m really glad I did.”
She slowly slid down the headboard she was sitting against, moving to lie down beside me on her back. My hand naturally moved with her body, and as her positioning moved down, my hand moved up. It was hard to hide my pleasure at the fact that my hand now rested on her hip bone.
“I am too,” I said, turning my gaze from the hypnotizing sight of her pale body to her face. I wanted to see with no uncertainty her expression as I gently raked my fingers across the lower part of her abdomen, over her tank top. Her eyes softened, and I could feel her hips raise slightly, as if she was trying to press harder into my touch. I allowed my pinky finger to dip just barely under the waistband of her tight black shorts, never removing my eyes from hers. If there was any indication that she was uncomfortable or unwilling, I would have immediately withdrawn my hand, but there was none.
Her bottom lip trembled as I slowly allowed my hand to travel under her shorts, but over her panties. Holly allowed her legs to spread slightly, and I had no idea how I was keeping myself in check while every single atom of my being raged with want. It was almost painful how badly I wanted her, and I was immensely happy that my lower half was still covered by the blankets, otherwise my cool, calm act would be absolutely destroyed.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I whispered, hearing my own nerves on my tongue. “Because I will. I swear.”
“Don’t stop,” she muttered, her words forced from her lungs with quiet intention.
As soon as she vocalized her permission, I pressed my hand hard over her sex, her panties still the only thing between her and my fingers. She let out a whimper as she spread her legs just a touch more, encouraging me to explore.
I wanted to touch her hard, but I practiced restraint. Every moment was sacred, and I wanted to commit every bit of this experience to memory—there wasn’t a guarantee it would ever happen again. I wanted to please her more than anything, so I moved slowly, noting every twitch of her body, every quiet moan, every rapid inhale before finally allowing my hand to travel under her panties for the first time. I dipped my middle finger into her, just the very tip, and nearly lost myself.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the first moment I laid eyes on you,” I said, completely disregarding any semblance of keeping some things to myself for fear of rejection. “I want to make you feel good. I want to touch every inch of your body. Worship it, even.”
The words fell out of my mouth with ease, and I hoped she would hear them well. Then, with her wetness on my finger, I slowly began to circle her clit. With my index and ring fingers spreading her apart, I took my time touching her.
Her face grew slack with arousal, and she let out a tiny moan with every exhale. I watched in awe as she cupped her breasts with both hands over her tank top, squeezing them hard. Was she the one who wanted a taste of pain with her pleasure? My mouth began to water, imagining her perky little nipples in my mouth, my fangs nipping around them hungrily.
But I had to remember my composure.
“Krampus,” she whimpered, pinching her nipples over her shirt. “Touch me harder. Make me feel alive before all of this has to end.”
It hit me like a ton of bricks that she still, after all this time, thought that she was doomed to die. Although, if I were being honest with myself, I had conveniently not thought about any of that those first few days together. As far as I was concerned, if I pretended the dilemma didn’t exist, it didn’t matter. Out of sight, out of mind.
But with her laying before me entirely vulnerable, asking me to make her feel alive, who was I to deny her? There would be time for discussions later. Then, I just wanted to do whatever it was she asked of me.
Following her request, I moved my hand south and plunged one of my fingers into her entirely. She was so tight, so petite, that the walls of her pussy bore down on even just one of my digits as I curled it upward, all the while watching her begin to lose control of herself. She was intoxicating. Every move she made, every noise that escaped her mouth was almost too much to bear. Without a doubt, I knew I could grow addicted to her—to the act of pleasing her, touching her.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I said, surprised at the vigor in my voice as I began to plunge my finger into her faster and faster, using the bottom of my palm to rub against her swollen clit as the prison of her shorts stretched over my hand. She was so wet now, her fluid soaking the palm of my hand, and instinctively, I knew she was ready for a second finger. I withdrew from her and speared her again, slowly, with my two middlemost fingers.
She responded in a moan—louder now, one that made her shut her eyes and roll her head back on the bed. In a move of frantic desperation to give me more access to her body, she hooked her thumbs around her waistband and tried to push her shorts down.
God, the sight of her stripping and the heady scent of her arousal were like a tidal wave. My nostrils flared, and I could feel a fire burning in my chest. In one swift motion, I removed my fingers from inside her and pulled her shorts over her legs and feet with one hand. I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t see her bottom half entirely nude and on display for me. I rose to my knees, holding the blanket over my cock so she wouldn’t feel obligated to tend to me as I wanted to tend to her. Hungrily, I knelt beside her, level with her hips. As if she knew just what I wanted to see, Holly pulled her heels toward her and allowed her knees to fall to either side, giving me the perfect view of her glistening pussy.
I placed my hand over her public bone before sliding my fingers over every inch of her sex, admiring the sight of her tilting her hips into my hand, begging for me to give her more.