“I never thought I would hear those words again,” I reply softly, gazing into his eyes. Sweat beads on his forehead, but his cheeks are flushed from the cold.
“Neither did I, but we’re here. It’s time to start living.”
Kissing me deeply, our tongues entwine as I wrap my arms around his waist, holding him close.
“We should head inside before my ass freezes to death.”
His laughter is a sound I always want to hear for as long asI live—a light, genuine chuckle that’s a peace offering to the darkness we’ve endured in the last few months.Months. It’s been months since we escaped the dollhouse, and although it often feels like a surreal fever dream, it’s transformed into something more tangible.
This is our new beginning.
He turns me around so my back is against his front, his mouth breathing on my neck and causing my cheeks to heat, a compulsive need driving me mad. I feel his bulge pressing into my backside, and I can’t help but wiggle against him, smiling devilishly.
“Do we really have to head inside? I know better things we can do…” he murmurs, trailing off.
I swat his hand away when it begins sliding around my waist, up to my breast, tweaking my nipple underneath my bra.
“Stop it, Grey!”
He doesn’t, he only continues his slow torture as he lightly touches my skin, sending a shiver down my spine from how tickling it feels.
“Never. You’re mine,” he replies, a little breathlessly, and my stomach churns.
“We can’t do this out here,” I reply, voice hitching when his mouth latches around my neck and starts sucking.
“Haven’t stopped us before.”
He bites my neck, alternating between biting and sucking, and I know he will mark me. I’m too far in my desire to bother.
His hand skates down my clothed body, bringing my dress up slightly, grabbing a handful of my thick thighs. I feel his hardness on my ass, and I can’t help but wiggle a little, causing him to let out a warning growl.
“Don’t fucking tease me, little one,” he grumbles.
“Or what?” I retort as a smirk tilts my lips. I’m feeling playful, better than I’ve felt these past few weeks.
He walks me forward, away from any sight from the cottage and hidden behind thick trees and bushes, the snow making an excellent cover.
“Or I’ll have to show you exactly what happens when you push me too far.” I can hear the dark intent in his voice as his hand grazes my waist with the dress pushed up high. “And you might not be ready for the outcome.”
“Try me,” I bite back, loving how I’m making him teeter on the edge of control.
Soon, he will snap, losing all sense of sanity, and every part of me hums with excitement.
He pushes me against the tree, my hands immediately grasping onto what I can. His mouth travels along my shoulder up to my marked neck. “You look so pretty, all at my mercy.”
Ripping off my tights, he exposes my pussy to him, and I’m already wet.
His hand finds my entrance, one finger slipping inside. I instantly grip him tightly.
“There you go,” he hums huskily as he adds another finger.
“Grey,” I moan, writhing my hips backward, needing more.
He’s teasing me, and he’s loving every fucking second of it. Quickening his pace of fucking me with two fingers, he soon cease his motions, causing me to whine impatiently. I desperately need him like a sailor needs the light from a lighthouse.
“Fuck me, Grey,” I demand, feeling bold. “Make this a Christmas I won’t ever forget.”
I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Oh, baby, you will be screaming my name for the entire country to hear when I’m done with you.”
