Page 20 of Wicked Mistletoe

“Intoxicating,” he murmurs, pocketing my underwear like a trophy he just won.

I gulp audibly as he rises, excitement bubbling up in sync with his hands dragging up my skin until he’s right where I needhim the most. When he parts my folds, a soft gasp escapes me, immediately followed by heat flooding my cheeks at the obscene squelching sounds that fill the air. I’m so wet, it’s practically dripping down my leg—how the hell did I get this turned on?

His thumb rolls over my swollen clit, and I groan, goosebumps erupting all over my body again. The rustle of clothes behind me catches my attention, and I peek back to see him unbuckling his belt and shoving down his pants. A delicious thrill runs down my spine.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks.

Before I can answer, his cock springs free, and my mouth instantly floods with saliva.Holy mother of all that’s unholy.My eyes widen, drinking in the sight of his impressive manhood—thick, sinewy, and pulsating with raw animalistic desire.

“Are you on birth control, Emilia?” he repeats, more insistent this time. There’s an edge to his voice now, a barely contained urgency that makes my insides clench with anticipation.

But still, it takes me a few more moments to process the question, my brain foggy with lust and spinning like a hamster on a wildly out-of-control wheel. “Yes,” I manage to say. “I’m on the shot.”

“Good.” He grunts approvingly and pats my inner thigh. My legs part for him instinctively, and he steps closer, notching the broad crown of his cock against my entrance. He glances down at me, and at the same moment, I glance up. Our eyes meet.

Then something magical happens.

For the first time in my life, I’m unable to look away from someone’s gaze. It’s like staring into the heart of a storm—dangerous, thrilling, and utterly mesmerizing. My brain tingles, a familiar pressure building behind my eyes. But this time, the pain doesn’t come. Instead, he thrusts into me, and my jaw goes slack as indescribable pleasure surges through my veins.

But even as my body is consumed by sensation, I can’t look away from his eyes. I don’t want to.

I’m seeing someone—truly seeing them—and being seen in return.

I stare at him in wonder, mouth agape, toes curling as he pushes fully into me. “Your eyes are turning dark blue,” I whisper, marveling at the play of emotions in his stare. He wants me. Hereallywants me. His cock is hard as hell inside of me, but his eyes… they hold a depth that goes beyond lust. There’s hunger there, for sure, but also something softer, something that makes my heart ache.

Without conscious thought, my hands leave the wall, drawn to his face like a moth to flame. I place my palm on his cheek, and his cock twitches inside me as his jaw tightens, his eyes going heavy-lidded.Huh. Well, that’s interesting.

Fascinated, I start exploring his face—the firm curve of his lips, the crooked tip of his nose, his thick brows, and finally, finally, my fingers sink into his hair.

Oh. Ohwow.

“So soft,” I whisper, threading through the silky strands and over his scalp. His eyes snap shut, and a sound almost like a purr rumbles through his chest. When he opens his eyes again, there’s a ravenous, savage hunger in them, but somehow, it doesn’t overshadow the affection I still see simmering beneath.

My heart flutters.

This is dangerous, a small voice in the back of my mind warns.You’re getting in too deep.

But my curiosity flares, and I lean in, ready to bury my nose in his hair and breathe him in.

“Hold the fucking wall, Emilia.”

I jolt at the command, dislodging his cock inside me. With a growl, he captures my wandering hands and press them firmly back against the wall, linking his fingers over mine as he thrustsinto me again. I cry out, my head smacking against the wall and breaking the fierce connection between our eyes. But I don’t feel the pain.

All I feel is him.

I hold onto the wall for dear life, pressing my cheek against it as he pounds into me relentlessly. Each thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through my entire being, building and building like a tsunami about to break. He hunches over my back, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses over my cheek and down my neck.

Then suddenly he adjusts his stance and pushes up at an angle that has his cock dragging over my g-spot just right, and oh god, oh god, oh god?—

My vision whites out. Bright lights burst behind my lids, and I’m lost to the scorching pleasure ravaging my body, leaving nothing but raw, all-consuming sensation in its wake. His name rips from my mouth as my orgasm crashes over me in endless waves.

And he isn’t far behind. With a guttural growl, he curses in rapid Italian I can barely decipher as he joins me, filling me up with his hot cum.

“Dio mio, sei incredible. Mi fai impazzire,” I catch through the haze.My God, you’re incredible. You drive me crazy.

I shudder around him as he collapses against me, pressing me even harder into the wall, our fingers still tightly interlaced.

For what feels like an eternity, I can’t hear or see a damn thing. My heart is beating so fast and hard, I swear it’s trying to leap out of my throat. Each breath is a desperate gasp, my chest heaving as I cling to the remnants of pleasure.

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