Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I nodded, finally giving him what we both wanted.
NICHOLAS
“The taste of you, the scent of you, the feel of you, nothing compares to you.” My calloused hands roamed up her bare thighs, never taking my eyes off her beautiful face. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Her legs trembled.
Her body shook.
Her hips swayed without realizing she was doing so.
“You’re my sweet, perfect Elle.”
Our eyes connected.
What started off tender became urgent and demanding.
Branding her with my heated gaze.
Searing her.
Consuming her.
“No one has ever looked at me the way you do,” she breathed out.
“No one has ever loved you the way I do.” I locked eyes with her heated stare that mirrored mine, huskily groaning, “I can still taste your sweet little cunt in my mouth.”
Roughly gripping her thighs, I thrust into her harder.
She gasped a heady breath, and I took my time, savoring the feel of her.
Inch by inch, making her pant beneath me as I descended toward my final destination, working her into a frenzy.
Kissing.
Licking.
Biting the side of her long, dainty neck.
Inhaling her addicting scent of arousal mixed with the sweet smell of her pussy. Finally, ending my tantalizing torture with a kiss on her mouth. I continued my assault on her G-spot, knowing precisely where she liked it.
So deep.
So hard.
So fucking good.
“Nicholas…” she purred out my name, fisting her hand in my hair, using the other to support her weight.
I glided my tongue in her hungry mouth.
Her eyes closed, and her head fell back against my shoulder, grinding her hips in a back-and-forth motion. Her cum dripped down my balls and legs.
“Oh God…”
“Oh, you like that, do you? Where, Elle? Right here?”
I witnessed her unraveling from the inside out, possessing every last fiber of her being. I wanted to see what I was eliciting through her stare, only fueling my desire to have her watch me make her come, and she moaned in response.
Shaking.
Coming.
Surrendering.
Her body shook so violently, like a volcano ready to erupt from the pressure, the pleasure.
Seconds later, she came hard, screaming out, “Nicholas!”
I let her ride out her orgasm, and then I came deep inside her. Through burning eyes, I took what I wanted before she could reply, desperately kissing her.
I confessed, “You’re the first gift I ever wished for.”
In which she confessed back, “I love you too.”
CHAPTER 27
NICHOLAS
“Good morning, Elle,” I groaned from behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.
She was looking out the window at the snow falling on the ground.
“Merry Christmas,” I stated, kissing her shoulder.
“Merry Christmas.” She smiled. “If you’re hungry, I can make you something to eat.”
“Oh, I’m starving.”
She tried turning around, but I caught her wrist.
“For you. I’m always starved for you.”
Noelle Woods had always been my biggest weakness and my greatest strength.
So many what-ifs raced through my mind.
So many consequences and scenarios that could still happen.
So many choices that could be right or wrong.
Unable to help myself, I reached over and caressed the side of her face.
She leaned into my embrace like she had been waiting for me to do so.
Her eyes closed, melting into my touch.
“Don’t you want to see what Santa brought you for Christmas?”
She chuckled. “Of course, but we’re due at the bakery soon. We need to get started on the baking.”
“Whatever you say, Miss Woods.”
“Oh, I’m back to Miss Woods, is it?”
One thing I was sure of in this second was that her guard was coming down. She knew when I was with her, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
“Nicholas...”
My heart sped up, hearing my name roll off her tongue.
The smell and feel of her were all around me, making me burn with desire to claim every last inch of her heart, body, and soul. I wanted to capture this moment and hold on to it for as long as I could.
I wanted to remember her just like this.
The only gift I wanted in my arms on Christmas morning.
For me.
Mine.
“Why aren’t you in my bed? I don’t like to wake up alone.”
Her breathing hitched when my thumb pulled on her bottom lip. My hand suddenly moved to grip the back of her neck and bring her toward me.
“You make me laugh, smile, and feel like a kid again,” I declared. “You make me want to be a better man. Do you have any idea how much you affect me? From your eyes, to your ridiculous fucking giggle, to the way you calm me. The way you see me, the way you’ve always seen me. You fill this void, a hole in my heart that I felt growing up until I met you in the library one random afternoon. No one has ever been able to come close to how I feel when you’re in my arms.” I paused to let my words sink in. “For years, I tried to break that hold you’ve always had over me, but I couldn’t. And the truth is, Elle, I didn’t want to let it go. I didn’t want to let you go. Because at the end of the day, I learned what it felt like to be your best friend, and I wouldn’t change that for anything.”