Page 7 of Yule Be Mine

Iwoke up to the soft-gray light of morning filtering in through the curtains.

My body was deliciously sore in all the right places, and the sheets and comforter were tangled around my legs.

I was warm, nestled in bed, but I was very aware I was also alone.

I glanced to the empty spot beside me, seeing ruffled sheets where Lucian had been.

With a soft sigh and a contented smile curving my lips, memories of last night filled my head. We’d never role played like that before, and to say it surpassed any expectation I had in the fantasy department was an understatement.

Lucian certainly had a kinky side, which he showed me when we fucked. And I noticed that every time we were together, those desires he harbored became a little more twisted, as if he were seeing how far he could push me.

And when he’d told me his plans to take part in the festival dressed as Krampus and stalk me until he had his way with me, I knew my desires went a little darker than I ever imagined.

My heart still raced as fragments of the night before rushed back to me—his towering figure, his glowing red eyes… the sheer size of him in that monstrous costume.

And when we’d gotten back to his place, the night had just begun with him fucking me until I was sore and soaked and clinging to him.

My lips tingled with the memory of his kisses, and my skin still hummed and burned from where he held me down and fucked me hard and raw.

Even now, I was sore between my legs with an ache that settled so deep that I knew I’d never be normal again.

And that turned me on like nothing else.

I sat up slowly, the cool air of the room brushing against my bare shoulders as I got my bearings for a moment before fully getting up. I grabbed one of Lucian's sweaters, the material oversized so that it fell to my knees and the neckline hung off one of my shoulders.

The faint scent of his cologne clung to it, and I brought the excess material to my nose and inhaled the warm, familiar scent that had my pussy tingling. After giving myself another second, I curled my toes against the chilled hardwood floor then put on a pair of Lucian’s thick, wool socks and ran my fingers through my tangled, dark hair.

I couldn’t help but glance back at the bed we’d shared only hours ago. The memory of his hands running up and down my body before holding me down to fuck me slammed into my head. His voice echoed through my ears, his dominance so thick and strong as he played the role of Krampus that I swore I still felt him lingering on my skin.

I could have stayed tangled in those sheets all day with him, but I forced myself to leave his room and head toward where I assumed he was. The house was quiet, save for the soft crackle of a fire in the living room.

As I descended the stairs, I paused at the landing, my breath catching while I stared at Lucian’s broad and muscular back as he stood by the stove and fixed breakfast. Looking away from him was hard as hell, but my gaze slid to the large picture windows in the living room. His mountain home was breathtaking.

Snow blanketed the trees and stretched across the land like an endless white canvas. The early-morning light filtered through the evergreens, casting a soft glow over the untouched landscape. And when the sunbeams touched the whiteness of it all, I swore it sparkled with little specks of glitter.

I wrapped his sweater more tightly around me, trying to stave off the cold. It had snowed all night, and while the world outside was transformed into the most beautiful and serene sight, it was freezing.

But as soon as my gaze returned to the breathtaking man now staring at me, a small smile tilting his lips as he leaned against the counter and brought his coffee mug to his mouth to take a long drink from it, my insides warmed instantly.

Lucian was relaxed while he watched me. Then he grabbed the plate of food he just prepared, brought it to the table, and crooked his finger for me to come closer.

God, he was hot. The image of him wearing that Krampus costume slammed into my brain once more, and I pressed my thighs together as I got turned on all over again.

I made my way toward the table and looked at the spread he prepared for us. Lucian had made his way to the fireplace and stoked the flames with deliberate movements, the firelight dancing across his bare chest. Damn him… he knew what he did to me and got off on it. And that was solidified when he glanced over his shoulder and winked at me.

The light and shadows highlighted the sharp lines of his jaw and the soft curve of his full mouth. I shifted toward him, andhe turned to face me fully as I approached. I felt my heart race faster when his wicked eyes softened the closer I got.

“Good morning,” I whispered, not sure why I suddenly felt so shy.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice was low and rich. “God, you’re stunning with my marks all over you.”

My face heated when I saw where he was looking. I glanced down at my shoulder, the one that was bare because his sweater was too big and hung off me. I saw numerous hickies covering my skin, and the memory of Lucian biting and sucking at my skin last night danced inside my mind.

God, this man made me shy as I tugged the sweater farther over my thighs and glanced down. But Lucian wasn’t having any of that. He tipped my head back with his finger under my chin so that I had to look into his eyes. They were the prettiest shade of light blue and framed by thick, dark lashes.

“I borrowed your sweater,” I whispered, my face feeling so damn hot, especially when I felt him run his finger along the marks he left on me.

“You look fucking good in my clothes.” He stepped closer to me. “Everything of mine suits you.”