Married to Krampus - Marina Simcoe Page 0,14
things he really enjoyed about her.
She left a cloud of flowery fragrance wherever she went, a little strong but not unpleasant.
He liked her bright orange-yellow hair. Its sunshine color reminded him of a summer morning. There was also cheerful energy in the way her thick curls bounced when she tossed her head.
Her taste in clothes appealed to him, too. He liked how well the pretty dress she wore hugged the curves of her body.
And he absolutely, positively liked her curves.
The memory of the rounded tops of her breasts swelling above the deep neckline of her dress sent a wave of heat to his groin. He didn’t even mind that she had not a shred of fur on her chest.
In fact, he wished to see more of her, without that dress.
That was encouraging. As her husband, he had to bed his wife—it was his duty. Having physical attraction for her made things much easier.
He finished his drink in one gulp and shrugged his army coat off. Standing up, he stretched his back, letting the desire roll through him. His cock pushed urgently against his pants, his skin prickled with anticipation under his fur.
It’d been years since he’d held a woman in his arms. Back then, he’d let her into his heart and his bed, but she’d ended up choosing another man over him.
Now, he was lucky enough to have another woman waiting for him in his bed. Warm excitement coursed through his veins at the thought that she was his already—his wife.
It was time to go to bed.
I FOUND MY COTTON EYELET nightshirt hanging on the rack with the garments I’d first mistaken for evening gowns. Taking one off the hanger, I realized this must be a night dress. A pretty scandalous one, too. Without any lining, the sheer material would leave nothing to the imagination.
The silky, shimmering fabric reminded me of dragonfly wings. I slid my hand down the marvelous garment, wondering how it would feel to wear it.
There was no harm in trying it, was there?
Getting out of my dress and underwear, I put the gorgeous nightgown on. Held only by a pair of hair-thin shoulder straps, it draped all the way to the floor.
Logic told me that there must be a mirror in the closet somewhere, but I couldn’t find it. I remembered, however, seeing a wide dresser with a large, round mirror over it in the bedroom.
Kicking my shoes off, I padded out of the closet.
My own reflection in the dresser’s mirror took my breath away. It looked as if my body was wrapped in a magical shimmer—for that was all this fabric was. Not a solid material but simply a reflection of light. It streamed down my curves like a waterfall, making my rather ordinary body appear as something out of this world.
“This is too fine to just wear to bed,” I murmured, twirling in front of a mirror.
The diaphanous skirt fluttered around my hips like a kaleidoscope of butterflies...or night faeries with iridescent wings...
Suddenly, the doors to the bedroom slid wide open, and the Colonel barged in.
His gray uniform coat was gone, and he was unbuttoning his white shirt as he entered. He stopped in his tracks, glaring at me.
I squeaked in shock, trying to cover all my naughty bits at once, which wasn’t easy because of the size of my breasts. Each needed an entire hand to be somewhat concealed. Being extremely flustered and therefore painfully uncoordinated didn’t help. Never before had I felt so completely naked when wearing a floor-length garment.
The Colonel’s eyes appeared to catch on fire at the sight of me. Lowering his head, he ripped his shirt off and stomped my way.
“Oh, no...” I whimpered, retreating until my backside hit the dresser.
The atmosphere in the cheerful, flowery room changed, as if the storm had moved into a sunny meadow. The Colonel took over the space and all my senses at once. Like a huge cloud coming over the sun, his mere presence had altered the world.
“Yessss,” he exhaled, pressing himself to me.
His scent, strong and spicy, descended over me. Huge arms encircled me in a vise. His hot breath hit my skin as he buried his face in the side of my neck, his beard tickling me.
“Um, Colonel...” I pressed my hands into his chest. My fingers sank into his long fur, pushing against the hard muscles underneath.
“Call me Grevar,” he rasped, his hands roaming over my body. “Fuck. You feel so good...” He kissed my neck and palmed my