Page 27 of Christmas With The Kings
“Reaper,” she moaned when I didn’t relent.
I was intent on making her come again. Her mouth opened, and her whole body arched up. Lust raced along every nerve of my body as I watched her come undone. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers, making me smile. Such a perfect little pet. Damn, I was lucky she was mine.
Three down, two more to go. She let out a soft sigh as I pulled my fingers from her depths.
“I love you,” she whispered.
I leaned down to kiss her nose. “Not as much as I love you,” I taunted.
“Fuck me?” she asked innocently.
“I’m hungry, actually,” I teased.
I dragged her down to the edge of the table and shoved her thighs apart. I trailed my nose along her hip, biting softly before marking her once more. I inhaled deeply, loving how her scent turned me on. I knelt between her legs, hands bracing her hips, mouth hovering above the slick heat between her thighs.
I looked up. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes,” she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek.
“Use your words, sweet girl.”
“Yes, Master. Please keep going.”
Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I trailed my tongue along her seam before putting pressure on her clit. Her back arched, and she clutched my hair before shoving my face exactly where she wanted it.
I loved her taste, so addictive and sweet. My favorite place to be—between her legs. I rolled my tongue around her clit, sucking and licking, taking my time. A moan of pleasure and my name flew from her lips as I timed my fingers with my tongue. Such a sweet sound.
Without warning, she tightened her hands in my hair and screamed my name, arching into me. Her juices gushed, and she fell back limply.
“Done?”
“Yes, no more, please,” she begged.
“But we still have one more to go.”
“Huh?” she asked, confused.
“That’s only four. You wanted five back-to-back orgasms, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Oh,” she breathed.
I picked her up without a word and carried her to the bedroom, her arms instinctively winding around my neck. Her skin was flushed, her body still trembling in that way she did when she was both completely undone and barely holding herself together.
I laid her out, letting my gaze travel over every inch of her. Fuck, she was beautiful with her tousled hair, kiss-swollen lips, the faint shimmer of massage oil still clinging to her skin. My chest felt tight, like the moment itself was something sacred.
She never looked more delicate than she did right then—open, soft, and entirely mine.
My eyes drifted to the gift on the side table. It was small, with silver wrapping paper and a purple ribbon. I had carried it in my pocket all morning, my fingers tracing its edges over and over again, rehearsing this moment.
I held it out to her.
“Alek…” Her voice trembled around my name, hesitant and full of surprise.
“Open it,” I whispered, stepping back but never taking my eyes off her. “I want to fuck you while you wear it.”
She sucked in a breath, her eyes flicking from my face to the box in my hand and then down to my cock. When her eyes met mine again, there was no fear in them. Just emotion so raw it made my own throat feel tight. Slowly, she sat up and took it from me, her fingers brushing mine. She didn’t speak, but the look in her eyes…fuck.
She peeled the wrapping open, the corner of her lip twitching at the edges in that mischievous, shy way that was so purelyher. The paper fell away to reveal a small velvet box. Her fingers stilled on the lid. Her eyes lifted to mine—uncertain but hopeful.
