Your Christmas Love (The Bennett Family 10)

I felt her skin turn to goose bumps under my fingers, but it wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted to see her, watch every expression, and I needed more leverage than the wall to explore her. Tonight, we weren’t going to sleep. I was too hungry for her.

Lacing our fingers, I pulled her toward the bedroom, only slowing down when I heard Sienna chuckle.

“What?” I asked.

“Someone’s desperate.”

“And you’re not?”

“Clearly not as much as you.”

“Really? Then I have to do something about that.”

When we entered the bedroom, I noticed her grin in the moonlight.

“Just what I was hoping you’d say.”

I loved how feisty she could be, how sassy. I loved everything about her, pure and simple. She knew just what to say to rile me up. I wanted her to be as desperate as I was, as hungry for our connection as I was.

I reached for her at the same time she brought her hands down my chest.

“You were saying?” I teased.

“Oh, shut up. I just want to feast my eyes on you.”

“Aha.”

“And hands.”

She lowered herself on her haunches, taking me deep in her mouth. Pleasure shot through me. I tilted forward, wrapping my hand in her hair, bringing her up until our lips were level. I kissed her so hard that a light tremor took hold of her body. I couldn’t stop smiling while I kissed her. Pulling back, she lightly smacked my shoulder.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“You’re a little too pleased with yourself.”

“You’re giving me all the reasons I need.”

She attempted to smack my shoulder again, but I caught her arm, pressing my thumb on the pulse point on her wrist. I kissed that same spot before lowering both hands under her butt, cupping her ass cheeks, pulling her up against me. I moved her until my cock nudged at her entrance.

She whimpered against my mouth as I carried her to the center of the bed, splaying her legs wide, sitting back for a few seconds, just drinking in the sight of her waiting and wanting me. I kissed a trail up her right thigh, rubbing two fingers along her opening. I heard more than saw her claw at the sheets.

“Winston...”

Her pleading tone gutted me. I moved my mouth up her torso, lingering on her breasts, while bringing a hand between her legs. I ran one finger along her opening, teasing her before sliding it inside, moving it in a slow, torturing rhythm. When she gripped my hair, barely whispering my name, I slid in another one. Her inner muscles clenched tight. Feeling her writhe underneath me, pushing her hips into me, desperate for any contact, made me lose my mind.

“I’ll make you come hard, baby. Your pleasure is mine. You’re mine.”

I felt close to her, but I wanted in deeper. I wanted to be part of her, to own and be owned. Not just tonight. Every night.

***

Sienna

Every inch of me belonged to this sexy, sinful man. Tonight had been... I couldn’t even begin to understand how he’d made me feel. How he still made me feel. I only knew that I wanted to hang on to this feeling: claimed, loved, worshiped.

When he withdrew his hand, parting my legs even wider, settling his hips between them, I lifted my feet up, resting my heels just under his ass cheeks, urging him on. I exhaled sharply when he slid inside.

This felt different tonight. Every sensation was intensified. I couldn’t get enough of everything he made me feel. His kisses were as deep and frantic as his thrusts. Tension coiled through me, lighting up my entire body. I was barreling so fast toward a climax that I could barely breathe. I was chasing it desperately.