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CHAPTER 40 - Part 2

It's weird writing a Christmas fic in November (Correction it's October whoops) but oh well 😂

This took longer than expected because I got carried away with the smut which is in the usual place 😉🥰

Enjoyyyy

Dec's POV

I smile and wave off the young couple as they strolled hand in hand towards the bus stop. I felt a warmth in my chest. This was building up to be the best Christmas ever.

Speaking of...

I turned, expecting to see Anthony behind me but pouted when he wasn't.

How dare he. I wanted attention.

I chuckled to myself at how childish I was feeling but it was Christmas after all. I poked my head to investigate his usual spot in the kitchen but still nothing.

With a furrowed brow, I made my way up the stairs and walked into the middle of the bedroom. It appeared to be empty and silent. Where could he have got to?

Suddenly, I let out a gasp and almost jumped out of my skin when a pair of strong arms wrapped around my middle and a warm body pressed itself flush against my back. "Fuck." I yelped in surprise.

"I was getting to that." Ant growled while bowing he's head to get access to the vulnerable and sensitive point on my neck. He wasn't messing about because he instantly went for my sweet spot, nibbling and sucking at it with abandon. My breathing quickly became erratic and I closed my eyes, enjoy the feel of him.

One of his hands slide down my torso, over my belly and down south. I shamelessly a let out a moan and bucked my hips, when he gently palmed me through my jeans. I breathed out heavily, trying to regain control but that was fruitless because like I knew how to get Ant riled up; Ant knew how to reduce me into a panting mess.

"W-What brought this on?" I squeaked, wriggling my ass against him and loving how he groaned and growled into the ,no doubt bruising, skin on my neck.

Slowly we walked forward, I followed his lead, completely at his command. We came closer to the bed, both of Ants large hands sensually ran up and down my sides before gripping my shoulders, turning me and pushing me down to land on my back. My heart pounded in anticipation as his lustful eyes turned animalistic. I backed up to the middle of the sheets as he crawled to tower above me. Ant looked glorious, his athletic figure taunt to that position. His lightly defined muscle showing through the light fabric of his shirt. I almost drooled.

My hands reached for his shirt but were pinned beside my head in a matter of moments. "Did I say you could unwrap yet Decky?" He taunted. With wide eyes I shook my head, instantly feeling the need to submit to him. My heart thrummed loudly, this was the old Ant.

It wasn't a bad thing, it was hot. This is what I'd wanted. Ever since Anthony had come back from prison he'd been in control of himself, constantly. Which was nice but I could tell it wasn't good for him and to be honest it was a little bit dull at times. We'd lost the adventure. The Bad boy Ant that pinned me against the wall and ravished my skin so I couldn't breathe or even try to hide the hickeys was something the taller man couldn't keep inside.

I'd thought for a bit that that part of him might've died in prison. But every now and then there had be a flash of the same untamed wild fire in his eyes that was there years before. That fire sparked when I was with Stephen yesterday... when a doctor had flirted with me at the hospital... when Blake hugged me earlier. It was the fire that was blazing in his deep blue eyes now and it had me turning to jelly before him.