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Christmas naughty story Part 3
My pulse raced as I looked up at him, my lips parting slightly. The world outside seemed to disappear—the snow falling softly, the faint sound of carolers drifting through the window—all of it faded away. The only thing that mattered now was the fire between us, the promise of what was to come beneath the glowing Christmas tree.
His words sent a shiver through me, his voice low and commanding, yet soft enough to pull me in. My lips parted as I gazed up at him, the flickering light from the fire dancing across his face. Every inch of me felt alive, the air between us thick with anticipation.
His hand moved slowly, brushing my hair over my shoulder before his fingers traced a line down my neck, lingering just above the lace strap of my lingerie. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his lips curling into the faintest smirk. “Do I make you nervous?”
“No,” I replied, though my voice betrayed me, soft and breathless. “Just… eager.”
He leaned in closer, his mouth hovering near my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “Good,” he whispered, “because I’ve been watching, waiting for you to invite me in.”
My pulse raced as his hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer. The moment our lips met, the world seemed to fade away. His kiss was firm yet unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world to explore me. My hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his coat as he deepened the kiss, his other hand tracing the curve of my waist.
The tension that had been building all evening snapped like a string pulled too tight. He guided me back gently, until I felt the cool branches of the Christmas tree brush against my arm. The scent of pine mingled with the warmth of his body, grounding me even as I felt myself melting beneath his touch.
“Not here,” I whispered, glancing toward the plush rug in front of the fire. A teasing smile played on my lips. “Let’s make Christmas morning something to really remember.”
