Page 77 of Silent Snowfall

“You’re perfect, Rose,” he rasped before his lips found mine.

I kissed him back. I’d been planning a whole seduction for him, but as heat of his mouth closed over mine, I turned feral. I was starved for him. I slid my tongue against his as my fingers pushed the soft jogger pants down his hips.

Lucian lifted his body slightly, helping me to tug off his pants. The kiss broke for a split second as we tore the tee off his body. And then his mouth was on me again, hungry and desperate.

I rocked against him. The friction of his hard, bare cock against the lace was exquisite. My arousal soaked the material, making the second time I rolled my hips slick.

“Do I need to tear this thing off you?” he growled, plucking at the straps on my back.

The snap of pain made me suck in a hiss of air. “Don’t you dare!”

“Then get me the fuck inside you, my little flower,” he warned. “Right fucking now.”

Smiling against his kiss, I pulled the lingerie to the side. It was why I’d chosen such a skimpy outfit. Such easy access. And the hungry look he gave me as he watched said this monster appreciated it.

A powerful, seductive energy sizzled in my veins. I loved the way he looked at me. I loved how I felt around him. I rose up, angled the head of his cock, and sank onto his shaft. I was stretched and filled a moment later. That first freaking note from the elf on the shelf was right. Lucian was huge. It took a second for me to breathe through the sensation before I dared lift my hips and sink back onto him.

We groaned in unison.

“Again,” the mafia don hissed. His fingers dug into my hips, half lifting me. I moved the rest of the way before dropping back onto his cock.

He slammed up and into me at the same time.

“Merda!” I gasped.

The fiend under me chuckled. “Your Italian is improving.”

I would have smacked his shoulder if he hadn’t begun to drive into me. It was all I could do to hold his shoulders tightly. He was impossibly deep, hitting the most delicious spot over and over, while the lace of the teddy rubbed against my clit.

“I know you’re already close,” he murmured in between sucking and biting my throat. “I can feel the desperate way you grip my cock.”

I moaned softly, rocking into his body.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight.” Lucian kissed my jaw, nudging my head to the side as he sought my pulse. His teeth grazed against the wild flutter a moment later. “It was made for me, wasn’t it?”

“Yes!” I gasped, feeling pleasure coil inside me.

His thrusts turned desperate.

“You want me to fill it up?”

I nodded, unable to form the words.

“Is that your Christmas present? To have my cum dripping out of this pretty little pussy?”

With a whimper, I clawed at his shoulders. A broken plea clawed its way from my throat.

“Well, I’m going to need you to do something for me, Rose.”

Anything!

“I’m going to need you to come,” he growled and sank his teeth into my throat.

The command sparked the reaction in my body. The world exploded into a myriad of twinkling lights. I swallowed a scream as pleasure popped and sizzled through my veins.

Lucian flexed his hips, slammed into my pussy, and then held me in an iron grip as his cock twitched and spilled inside me.

Through the waves of blinding pleasure, a featherlight kiss pressed against my throat. “Are you alright?”