Married to Krampus - Marina Simcoe Page 0,72

descending from the crest of passion.

“This was just...” I whispered, my veins filling with languid warmth, making me unable to move a muscle. “Out of this world, truly.”

I had no desire to move. I could have stayed like that forever, spread on the bed like a starfish, with Grevar’s face between my legs.

He chuckled, shifting up my body. The tip of his tongue flicked out, licking my juices off his glistening lips.

I took his face between my hands.

“I’m falling for you, Grevar,” I confessed, baring my heart to him. “Hopelessly fast.”

His expression turned serious, his eyes flickering between mine.

“Daisy. I’m already there.”

Breath hitched in my throat. He gave me no chance to reply, claiming my mouth with his again.

He kissed me with tender passion, as if he were putting into his kiss all the things he couldn’t express in words. Holding me in his arms, he let his tail stroke my sides, trailing its pointed tip up and down my hips and ribs.

The desire for him always smouldered just under my skin, and the orgasms he’d given me hadn’t done much to extinguish it. With his kisses and caresses, it flamed higher, slowly taking over again.

Clearly, I couldn’t get enough of this man, now that I’d finally got him into my bed.

A moan escaped my throat. My legs fell apart again, as if on their own, cradling him. His straining erection pressed between my legs, sending a shiver of anticipation through me.

“You’re not done with me yet?” he chuckled, guessing my unquenchable desire for him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you,” I murmured. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“I wish for nothing else but to spend the rest of my life buried inside you.” With a last nibble on my bottom lip, he moved lower, trailing his tongue down my neck.

Sucking the tip of one of my breasts into his mouth, he teased the nipple with his teeth.

The post-orgasmic languid glow was gone. Burning hot lust filled me.

“More...” I panted. “I need more...”

He rose over me, lifting an eyebrow.

“I know what you need.” A dangerous spark heated his gaze.

Grabbing my hips, he flipped me over.

I made a startled noise of surprise as he yanked my bum up, positioning my hips over his lap. Hands splayed on my backside, he slid them up and down, rubbing my butt cheeks.

“So smooth and soft,” he murmured under his breath. His thumbs pressed against my tail bone. “With no tail to conceal a thing.”

He lowered his head. His tongue trailed along my skin, down to my slit. Then I felt a bite of his teeth on one of my ass cheeks.

I trembled head to toe with anticipation when the tip of his tail slid between my legs.

“Grevar...” I whimpered, shifting my hips closer to him.” Please...”

He growled in response, rising to his knees. The tip of his rock-hard erection pressed against my opening as he positioned himself behind me.

“Is that how you want it?” His voice deep and low, he shoved me against him, sliding inside me in one thrust.

A groan vibrated in my throat. The achy pressure of being stretched so impossibly tight around his massive girth made the need spike through my lower belly. “Yes!”

He grabbed a handful of my hair, tilting my head back. I whimpered from the stinging pain and prickling pleasure. My body lit up with excitement, every nerve in my skin buzzed with thrill.

“My. Little. Daisy-flower. Likes. To be. Pounded,” He slammed into me, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Hard and Rough.”

Moaning like a woman possessed, I gripped one of the canopy posts, bracing against his furious thrusts. He caught one of my swaying breasts in his large hand, squeezing the tip between his fingers.

I screamed as the charge of intense pleasure shot through me like lightning. The orgasm hit me, suddenly all at once.

My screams drowned in the deafening roar from his chest as he pumped his release into me, not slowing down his speed.

Propped on one arm, he held me tight with the other, curling his body over mine while the orgasm rocked through both of us.

His arm shook, and he rolled to the side, taking me with him. Wrapped in his large body, his arms around me, the soft fur of his chest warming my back, I snuggled into him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, mine did too, as we both caught our breath.

“Was it how you’ve imagined it would be?” he asked, panting. “Back at the Dream Spa?”

I tensed. “How