Page 245 of Screwged for Christmas

She complied.

“You’re the gift I never expected but I can never live without now. Crazy as it sounds, I need you in my life, Ivy.”

Using languid strokes, he maintained the steady build of pressure as he rose over her and watched as her body accepted him time and again.

A light sheen of sweat glistened on the planes of his abs in the firelight, and she raised her gaze until their eyes connected.

Love poured out of him, and she didn’t need to hear him say it when it showed in the way he held her and made love to her like she was his treasure. Every cell in his body radiated the fact he loved her like a beacon in the night to guide her home.

Home. Could it be true? Could she finally have found a place in this world she could call home? Not just another place to live but a home with people that loved her.

“Yes,” she whispered and Damon slowed to a stop. “I want this, I want you. I know it’s crazy but there’s no way I can deny what I feel. I don’t think I could live without you either.”

It was scary accepting that fate sometimes had a hand in a person’s life, but it could slap her in the face only so many times before she had to listen.

“And angel?”

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

He fell forward, bracing himself on the couch arm as his other arm came to rest by her head.

“I need you to be sure.”

Her channel tightened around his cock, and his eyes closed. He pulled out enough her swollen lips wrapped around the tip and teased him back into the depths of her pussy. Where he belonged.

She palmed his face, caressed the rough stubble of his jaw, looked into the depths of his eyes and whispered, “Will you marry me, Damon Savage? I fell for you the second you complimented me on my pink long-johns.”

Shock widened his eyes. “You never cease to amaze me.” He sank his length into her and brought his other elbow to rest by her head. “As long as I shall live I will love you. I can’t question fate or how the universe brought me such a tender and kind soul.”

“The girl that always wants answers begs to know why but this once, perhaps when it matters the most, I willingly let fate carry me through. I can’t deny the love you feel for me as I feel the same love for you.”

Damon’s hands sunk beneath Ivy’s ass. He leaned back and let out a deep long roar then pulled out and drove in with a delicious slap of his pelvis against her clit.

“Damon, don’t stop.” Her ragged plea drove him harder, faster.

With a hand to the back of her head and another around her waist, he hoisted her off the couch and brought her to meet his thrusts. Braced above the cushion and in his arms, her chest rose and fell as the ugliness of her past slipped away, replaced with pure harmony. She buried her hands in his hair as a fiery heat tore through her core.

He rocked into her once more and the ribbons magic that brought them together on Christmas and landed her snowbound with her mountain man laced around them, this time thicker, stronger. Invisible to all but them.

They spiraled down to twine around them and they didn’t stop until it had them tied together.

He watched her with his whiskey eyes, the fire in them so hot lava looked like ice in comparison. His muscles bulged and flexed beneath her palms. Everything stilled as the hot ribbons of his come filled her pussy. So much so it slipped out and wet her thighs making her sticky with his release.

Her breath came ragged and she could barely form a complete thought much less draw words from any of the jumbled thoughts that flitted across her mind.

He eased her down as he kissed a trail across the planes of her stomach, over her highly sensitive clit and all the way down to her toes.

When he finished, he pulled her close as he came to rest behind her. Tenderly he brushed several kisses over her marred skin.

“Is that a yes?”

A low rumbled laugh eased her the small spike of worry in her of him saying no. She didn’t know what came over her, why she asked, but it was out there and she wanted an answer.

“Yes, angel.”

Soft pelting sounds lent the illusion of seclusion from the outside world and any of the problems reality brought. She rose and settled into his arms. “I think I would like a winter wedding.”

“My little Texas angel loves the snow, huh?”

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