Must be Santa (COMPLETED)

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⚠️⚠️Smut ahead ⚠️⚠️

Wynter

Nick's eyes blazed with passion as he snatched my robe away. He looked me over, his eyes going up my legs before briefly settling on my breasts. He was clearly undressing me with his eyes; well...what ever was left to undress.

When his eyes lifted, I found myself shrink under his tantalizing gaze. His gaze was hard but soft. Eager but patient. His orbs glowed gold with dark speckles of brown; in them was the reminder of my innocence and his vow to strip it.

His hands were carnal, gripping the curves of my waist before pulling me tight against his torso. Although I was eager to feel him, I didn't want to lead him on. I was going to tell him about breaking off the engagement and giving him back the ring.

I couldn't do it anymore.
I couldn't marry him, even if it was pretend. A future with Nick meant suspicion, mistrust, and hatred from every side of his family. Nick's parents hated me, his assistant despised me. I couldn't subject myself to a life of misery, no matter how much I loved him.

But as he held me in his arms, I found myself dwindling at his touch; it was so addictive.

He dragged his lips against my skin, painting every inch of my body with fervent intensity. Slowly but skillfully, he pulled off my silk panties, his teeth gnawing at the seams.
Every brush of his lips against my skin jolted my body with an explosion of ecstasy.

It didn't take long for my moans to overtake the silence.

Nick

Wynter's pheromone was addictive.
I could sense her impatience, her anger and her fear for the unknown. She was upset at me for what I said and she had every right to be, but I could imagine a life where she shunned me.

For hours I wondered if she was safe.
Two days passed before I knew where she was. Imagine my anger finding out she was in the clutches of Jack's hands.

Call me crude.
Call me selfish, but I wanted to know Wynter in more ways than one. Her body was my temple, and I? An obedient servant; a worshiper succumbing in awestruck wonder.

Her large doe-eyes glazed over mine as she muffled a loud moan with her hand.
"N-Nick!"
She pushed her wrist into her mouth, biting it to suppress her screaming. Her moans only turned me on.

I opened her legs wider, making sure I tasted every inch of her delicious flower. Her sweet nectar coated my lips, flowing uncontrollably like mid winter spring. I could repress my carnal urges no longer. I lifted Wynter onto the bed, flipping her over and grabbing her waist tight.

"Nick" she whispered, turning her body around to face me. She hesitated for a moment, pushing her fingers against my chest.

"You're still mad at me?" I ask her through a smirk.
She nodded silently, biting the edge of her lip.

I bent forward, pulling her lips into mine. We snacked carelessly and recklessly, my beast rising with each minute that passed.

Impatiently, she unbuckled my pants, signaling me to her delicate flower.

I knew Wynter was was angry with me but I was selfish. I missed her scent... her touch.

Reluctantly, I broke from her lips, pushing my lips into her ear . "I'm going to fuck away any anger you have left for me."  I growled, opening her legs wide.