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“That’s why I call you angel,” he continues, kissing the top of my head and inhaling deep, like he’s breathing me in. “My sweet Christmas angel.”
Since he’s got me on the verge of full out sobbing with all the lovely things he’s saying, I decide it’s time to shift back toplayful. So I look up at him and smirk, batting my eyelashes. “A Christmas angel, huh? Are you going to put me on top of your tree?”
Mischief glints in his stormy blue irises. “I’ll put you on top of something,” he growls, and I squeal when he lifts me suddenly, rearranging me so my thighs are straddling him. My already over-sensitive center brushes against the erection behind his sweatpants and I moan.
Roman’s hands grip my hips, fingers digging into the flesh. Just like that he seems to be on the edge of his control, ready to consume me. I love the way this man can go from sweet to dominating in the blink of an eye.
“Take me out,” he orders and I hurry to comply, wanting nothing more than to get my hands on his hard length.
He doesn’t give me much time to play, though. The second after I pull his throbbing dick from his sweatpants he’s lifting me, lining himself up. Then those strong hands push my hips down onto him, forcing me to take his entire length.
“So fucking perfect,” he groans, already thrusting up into me, again and again. “My perfect girl.”
He doesn’t take his time. He fucks into me hard and fast, chasing his own pleasure, and all I can do is hang on. I figure I’ve already come nearly half a dozen times and there’s no way it’s going to happen again.
Roman, of course, isn’t having that.
“Touch yourself,” he demands in his growly Dom voice. “I want to feel you come on my dick.”
My fingers go to my clit and I can’t help but think of all the times he watched me do this before. How good he could make me feel even from far away, just by hearing his voice. Just by knowing he was watching. Before this week, I’d lived for those nights, wanting so badly to have any part of him.
But this is so much better. Because there’s no distance now. He’s warm and solid under me, touching me, bringing me to the highest levels of pleasure with his body. He’s not behind a glass wall—he’shere. And he’s mine.
Overwhelmed by how far we’ve come, I take his face between my palms. He immediately slows the snapping of his hips, eyes locking with mine.
“Merry Christmas, Roman,” I whisper.
He smiles at me like I’ve made every one of his dreams come true. “Merry Christmas, angel.”
The End