Page 77 of Christmas With The Kings
Desire surged, jagged and electric, tearing away reason until I was nothing but his little plaything. He pulled it out and teased my clit, making me delirious.
“Color?” he barked out.
“I’m so fucking green right now, Blade.”
The words had no sooner left my lips than I felt his hot, throbbing cock at my entrance. On the next thrust, he shoved all the way in, burying both his cock and the toy in my cunt. I screamed his name as I pushed my ass back seeking more.
What the hell?
I was so full; it wasn’t even funny. But it was incredible, the sensation of his warm flesh and the combined texture of the candy cane fighting for space.
A sound rumbled out of him—half-groan, half-whimper—and it hit me like a physical blow. I’d never heard anything so raw, so human. It scraped through the air and lodged somewhere deep inside me, stealing my breath right along with it.
“Holy shit,” he once more made a whimpering sound, almost pained.
In and out he pumped, and his voice rose to a fevered pitch. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Rub that fucking clit, little love, because I’m not going to last long,” he barked, his voice breaking apart.
My fingers flew down to my clit, and I massaged it frantically. Something in his voice was very different. Vulnerably intimate in a way I’d neverheard before. Black spots swam in my vision as my inner muscles tightened around both him and the toy.
I applied more pressure and moaned.
“I’ve never—fuck it feels so damn good. Damn, I want to prolong this…but I can’t, little love. It’s…it’s incredible. Like the toy is massaging my cock in the best…oh fuck,” he drug out the last word.
The noise that escaped him was primal and broken all at once, the kind of sound you feel in your bones before your mind even catches up. It clawed at the quiet between us, and for a second, the world went still around that single breath of sound.
“Oh, God…I love it,” he cried out, fucking me harder.
My name fell from his lips in a desperate rhythm, tangled with a sound so feral it didn’t belong to language at all—only to instinct, to need, to him. My pussy spasmed, every sense came alive, pleasure prickled over my skin as I violently came.
My release gushed from between my legs, coating both of us. He roared into the night and then his hot cum poured into my sore pussy, coating it. We’d come together.
The toy slipped from my depths, but not his cock. I sobbed and let myself drift away to the sounds emanating from my beast, because he hadn’t stopped.
The world around me dimmed, shrinking to the rhythm of his song. Every breath stuttered between loud sobs. I wasn’t entirely sure they wereallcoming from me. I fell forward, every thought slipped, until there was nothing but him.
Ivan
The walk back to the cottage blurred into fragments. From the sound of gravel underfoot, to the faint bite of cold air on my arms, every nerve ending of mine pulsed. Kinsley was in my arms, coming back to reality.
When did I get it together enough to head back? What the fuck happened back there?
Her sweet head rested against my chest, and the faint scent of honeysuckle drifted up. Absentmindedly, I kissed her forehead. My mind was everywhere and nowhere all at once.
Fractured in every sense of the word.
By the time we reached the door, my hands were still shaking from everything that had taken place between us. The rush that had carried me through the night had burned out alarming fast. My chest was hollow.
She murmured my name as I set her on her feet. The keys dropped to the ground. Just as I was about to reach for them, she picked them up.
“Let me,” she offered. Her own hands were shaking, but not near as crazy as mine.
What the hell was this?
The question no more than formed than my brain supplied an answer. The crash after too much intensity. Power and control flipped to fragility. Dom drop. It left me raw and wide open.
I’d seen it before—in others—but never experienced it myself.
The touch of her fingertips on my tattoo snapped me back to the here and now. The door was open now.
