Married to Krampus - Marina Simcoe Page 0,70

make fantasy a reality.

He stopped the video.

“Is there anything else we can do for you?” the AI prompted.

“No,” he gritted through his teeth, “but I can.”

Chapter 19

GREVAR

He found her in front of the mirror in his old bedroom, brushing her amazing orange hair. She was wearing a much more modest nightshirt this time, something that actually concealed most of her body from view.

But not for long.

He lunged for her straight from the doorway, dying to hold her. No doubts marred his mind any longer.

Her big eyes grew even bigger at the sight of him butt-naked, bath water dripping from his fur.

“Please, don’t say no.” He gathered her in his arms at last.

Her chest rose with a deep breath. Lifting her arms, she wrapped them around his neck.

“Yes,” she exhaled. “Grevar. Honey. A million times yes.”

Finally.

It felt like a huge boulder that had been pressing down on all his hopes and plans for the future had rolled away, letting him breathe freely once again.

He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent, her warmth, and her sweetness.

“Grevar?” She stroked his back. “How are you feeling, darling? Are you sure that’s what you want? Right now?”

“I’ve been sure about what I want for a long time.” He slipped his hands under her nightshirt, squeezing her round backside. “Now, that I know exactly what you want, nothing is going to hold me back.”

“What do I want?” She leaned back, catching his eyes, a teasing spark flashing in hers.

“Me,” he growled, lifting her up onto the dresser. Her legs fell open, making room for him to get closer. “You want me.”

The full meaning of his own words rolled through his chest with surprise and pleasure. He still couldn’t believe his Daisy was not repulsed but aroused at the sight of him.

She moaned, as if to confirm it again, and he slid his hand up her thigh. Dipping his thumb between her legs, he found her warm and slick already. His heart swelled with pride and delight as another shot of lust surged to his groin.

“Tell me,” he rasped, hiking her shirt up to her waist. “Have you been thinking about me, right now?”

“Always,” she murmured, her cheeks turning that delicate shade of pink they often did when she was angry, or embarrassed, or...aroused as it turned out. “I cannot stop thinking about you. I’ve tried but...All those naughty thoughts...”

“Good.” He slid his hand up her body, palming her breast—full and warm in his grip.

“Oh, I want you, Grevar,” she moaned, when he softly plucked her nipple. Wrapping her legs around his middle, she pressed herself to him, rubbing her core against his erection.

Lust blinded him. His mind swam with need for her.

“This one will be quick,” he warned, fitting himself between her thighs. “You drive me wild. I feel like I’ll explode any minute.” Everything in him was on fire, ready to explode—his mind, his heart, his cock. “But I want to come inside you.”

Cupping her backside, he slid her forward along the top of the dresser, impaling her on his cock.

“You are huge!” she gasped, biting her bottom lip.

“Is it just like you’ve imagined?” he asked, giving her a moment to adjust before thrusting just a little deeper.

“Oh no, better.” She breathed heavily. “So much better. Please, don’t stop.”

He couldn’t stop, even if he’d tried.

Buried balls deep in her slick warmth felt incredible, the orgasm was teasing him already. Pumping his hips, he let his desire for her overtake him. It spread like warm sunshine through his entire body, growing hotter with each passionate thrust.

“Yes,” she whimpered, fisting her fingers in the thick fur on his shoulders. “Oh God, yes...”

Gripping her ass, he pumped harder.

Her body tensed. Her legs flexed, holding him in a vise as she arched her back. Sliding his hand up, he found her breast under her nightshirt. Cupping it, he slightly pinched her pebbling nipple, tipping her over the edge.

Breathing in sharp gasps, she came around him. Her muscles clenched, bringing on the explosion of his own climax. The pleasure rippled through him, rocking his body and blowing his mind.

Clutching her to his chest with one arm, he roared and slammed his hand into the mirror behind her.

The dresser shook. The mirror shattered, raining shards to the floor.

“Oh no! Not again.” Daisy glanced back over her shoulder. “Do you always end sex with breaking things?”

“End? Sweetheart, this is just the beginning.”

I CLUNG TO HIS SHOULDERS as he carried me to bed.

“Now, I can take my time.” He