Page 114 of The Christmas Trap

"I’ll take that as an affirmation." He pulls out again, then plunges into me. This time, the headboard slams into the wall.

Once again, he hits my G-spot. I tremble and lock my ankles around his waist. The fact that I can see his eyes, and the look of ecstasy on his features, adds to the feeling that this is special.

He continues to tunnel into me.

The ridge of his pelvis brushes up against my clit, and the shock waves turn into a tsunami of sensations which crowd my mind and shut down any possibility of thinking.

The next time he pushes into me, I tighten my inner walls around him. He falters. "Fuck, Siren, what are you doing to me?"

I love that his jaw is tight. And the nerve that throbs at his temple tells me how affected he is, too.

The tendons of his beautiful throat stand out in relief. And his biceps flex as he holds up the weight of his body. When I run afinger over his shoulder and down the center of that impressive chest, the muscles jump underneath his skin.

Damn, he may hold the control, but I have power, too. I circle his very male nipple, and he makes a growling sound at the back of his throat. It delights me and turns me on further. Enough for my pussy to flutter around his cock.

"Jesus, just when I thought you couldn’t feel any better, you prove me wrong." He begins to fuck into me again. And again. The sensations begin to build in my lower belly. Building and folding in on themselves and extending to my thighs, my waist, my entire torso. When he makes a noise at the back of his throat, I realize he’s very close as well. And I want to see him come inside me. So much.

I rise up, meeting his every thrust, pushing up my breasts so they’re plastered against his chest. I lock my arms around his neck and lift up my chin, trembling as he continues to hit that elusive part inside of me. And when he slides his hand down to squeeze my butt, I whimper and gasp, knowing I’m close. So close. But I can’t come until he lets me. He’s trained me so well.

He tilts his hips, making sure to hit my clit at a particularly intimate angle. Shock waves screech up and over me.Please. Please.

I must say it aloud for he growls, "Come."

A long cry emerges from me. Like a wounded animal. Or one which has found salvation. Maybe that’s what this flare of golden light engulfing my vision is about. I hold onto him, keep my eyes open and am rewarded when, with a harsh cry, he empties himself inside me. Only then do I let my eyelids flutter down and my arms release their hold on him as I collapse onto the bed.

He kisses my forehead and pulls out of me gently. Then looks down to where the cum drips out of me.

His forehead crinkles. "I didn’t wear a condom." He looks up and searches my features, waiting for my reaction.

"I’m on birth control."

He nods slowly. "I’ve been tested. I’m clean.”

"Likewise.” I yawn.

He cups my cheek. “To be clear, I don’t intend to sleep with anyone else, but you.”

“And I, you.” I take in the tenderness in his eyes. His soft expression. How his gaze on my features feels like a caress. His promise of loyalty layered on top of the wedding vows feel achingly close to a declaration of love.

He may not have said it aloud, but I feel positive that he feels something deeper for me.

“You do realize I’m falling for you, right?” I whisper.

The tendons of his throat flex as he swallows.

I’m crushed when he doesn’t reciprocate my words.

Heat pricks behind my eyes. I swallow. I really don’t want to cry again.

He must sense the emotions welling up in me, for he lowers his chin and kisses me until I’m breathless. Until I’ve forgotten everything, except how it feels to be in his arms.

Then he flips both of us so I’m on his chest. I place my head against where his heart beats against his rib cage.

Let thethump-thump-thumpsoothe me to sleep.

When I open my eyes a few hours later, it’s to find I’m on my side facing him.

He’s asleep on his back, one arm bent and under his neck, his head turned to me. I take the opportunity to study him when he’s not aware. Long eyelashes curl up in an almost feminine manner that enhances the angles of his cheekbones, the singularity of his straight nose, the square jaw, that stubborn chin, the broad forehead which hints at the intelligence I see in his eyes.