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Carefully, I lower her to the ground before guiding her over to the desk. After wiping it clear with one hand, I lift her to the edge before lining my cock up to her. She squirms and moans as I run my tip through her, never actually sliding inside, though.
“Vincent,” she groans in frustration.
“Tell me,” I say, swirling my tip across her clit.
Her eyes fall closed, and her head tilts back before I’m smacking her clit with my cock. Those perfect green eyes fly open, landing on me as I speak once again.
“Tell me, siren. Now.”
“Wesley and I fucked in the dressing room when we were buying your present at the mall. He cleaned me with it.”
I scowl at her words. “So it’s not just you on the sweater, it’s him too?”
I can tell she’s attempting to hold back a laugh, but I’m not in the laughing mood. Maybe the others would get off on the fact, but for me, it’s a reminder that I don’t own my wife in all the ways I crave. That in order to have her, I have to share her. The idea has become easier to live with the longer we’re together, but I’ll never overwhelmingly accept it. She knows it, and so do they, and I don’tappreciate the goddamn reminder when I’m trying to make love to her.
I smack her clit with my cock again, and again I look down at the tattoo I got for her. It’s been years, but I’ll never tire of seeing her name permanently embedded into my flesh.
She gasps at the smack before I do it again and again.
“Vincent,” she moans.
“No,” I gnash. “I shouldn’t fuck you. I should leave you here to squirm and suffer.”
She frowns at that as I shake my head before pushing my cock inside her. Another needy gasp escapes her as I sink deeper, resting my head into the crook of her neck as I speak against her delicate skin.
“Of course, you know I’ve never been able to deny you a single thing, siren.”
I begin moving my hips, pushing in and out of her as she attempts to meet my thrusts.
“I want a new sweater, with only your smell on it. I want you to walk into a store, purchase a sweater, come home and use it to get yourself off.”
“Would it help if I told you this sweater was mainly used to rub my clit?” She smirks like she thinks she’s funny before another moan ripples through her.
“No,” I answer flatly.
Her smile comes to me, her eyes desperate and wanting. “Whatever you want, Vincent. It’s yours.”
That’s more like it.
I move my hand to her clit and rub quick circles over it with my thumb that have her falling apart within seconds. Her pussy constricts around me, and it’s all I need to follow her over the edge. My cock jerks as I empty myself inside her, making sure to fuck every drop deeper. I can’t get her more pregnant than she already is, but it doesn’t hurt to try.
When our movements pause, I pull back, looking down at my perfect siren as she smiles up at me with a satiated smirk.
“Merry Christmas Eve, Vincent.”
I lean down and press my lips to hers, my words ghosting just above her mouth as I speak.
“Merry Christmas, siren.”
Chapter Twenty Seven
Seraphina
Aloud noise wakes me up. I blink a few times before rubbing my eyes. My room is too dark, and I can’t see nothing.
I tuck myself under my blankets more and whisper to the twins. “Did you guys hear that?”
“Hear what?” Aries asks as Ryder keeps on snoring.
