Page 62 of Bought By Santa

“Should it?” I counter, a hint of my own bravado creeping into my voice.

“Most would run from this truth.”

“I’m not most people,” I reply, and it’s true. The darkness doesn’t repel me; it beckons, promising a depth of passion and devotion I’ve never known.

“Then let us be unapologetic in who we are,” he says, closing the distance between us. His lips capture mine in a kiss that seals our fates, binding us tighter than any vow.

In this moment, I realize the gravity of our connection. With every brush of his lips, every whispered promise, I’m falling deeper into a world where morals are painted in shades of gray, if not black—a world where I belong, entwined with the enigmatic and dangerous Nicklas Knight.

He ends the kiss too fast for my liking, and I whine at the loss of his lips on mine. He stands before me, a dark god in his tailored suit, which looks good although I tore at it not too long ago. His eyes are blazing with intent, the hunger in his gaze is almost palpable and it sends shivers cascading down my spine.

“Take your dress off,” he growls, his voice low and rough.

When I got back from taking Will to see Dr. Hargrove, I changed into a sexy, black dress, which now proves to have been a great idea. Without looking away, I slide the straps down my shoulders, licking my lips as I stand up as well. I pull the dress down until it pools at my feet.

My nipples are already hard, and he quickly pinches them, making me moan and arch my back as I unclasp my bra and discard it. I’m now standing in front of him, completely naked. His strong hands grip my hips, easily lifting me back onto the desk before spreading my legs apart as he leans in close.

His mouth hovering over mine, close enough I could stick my tongue out and lick the seams of his lips, still it feels too far away. The anticipation is maddening, but I don’t have to wait long. He captures my lips in a searing kiss, demanding and possessive, and I melt into him, lost in the heat of our connection.

“Nick,” I moan against his lips, “I need you.”

“Every inch of you is perfection,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. At the same time, he reaches down and quickly removes the plug he still insists I wear.

Then he kneels before me, his head level with my core. My breaths come in short gasps as his tongue darts out, teasing at the sensitive flesh there. A moan escapes my lips, and he looks up at me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Tell me what you want, Kitten,” he commands, his voice laced with desire.

“Eat me out,” I demand, the words tumbling from my lips in reckless abandon.

Without hesitation, he obliges, his mouth expertly working over me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close, desperate for more.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans, his tongue dipping deeper, exploring every fold and crevice.

I lean back so I’m resting on my elbows, loving the way he looks up at me from between my legs. The look in his eyes is that of a man who’s doing something he loves, and fuck if that isn’t hot.

“Nicklas!” I gasp, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. “I’m so close.”

He hoists my legs over his shoulders, adjusting his position so my ass is lifted off the desk. Then he pushes two fingers inside me, making me see stars with each pump. My orgasm is so close, I just need a bit more and then…

“W-what… why?” I cry when he retrieves his fingers. I’m immediately missing them inside me.

Then I feel them at my puckered opening, and this time I don’t try to stop him. Not because of what happened last time, butbecause I get it. He wants to claim me everywhere, fill every hole I have—and I want the same.

“Relax for me, Kitten,” he groans as he pushes his finger inside me.

I’m trying, I really am. But the intrusion feels so foreign it’s damn near impossible when my body wants to clench automatically. “I’m trying.” There’s absolutely no enjoyment to be found in what he’s doing, and I have to stop myself from moving away from his probing fingers. “It hurts,” I hiss.

“Get on your hands and knees on the table,” he commands, and I quickly do as he says, eager to stop the failed experiment.

Once I’m on all fours, he runs his hands from my shoulders to my ass cheeks, gently squeezing them. They’re still sore from three days ago. Suddenly, his tongue is between my legs, lapping at my opening.

“Oh God!” I cry, arching my back, eager for more. I try to look at him over my shoulder, but I can’t see him.

He continues to fuck my pussy with his tongue, and it doesn’t take long before I’m shaking, barely able to keep myself upright.

“Come for me, Hellcat. Let go,” he urges, his fingers joining his mouth in their relentless pursuit of my pleasure.

And then, I’m breaking apart, my body convulsing in bliss as I shatter beneath his touch. But Nicklas isn’t done with me yet. While I’m coming down from my high, I feel his tongue licking from my drenched channel all the way back to my tight opening.

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