Chapter Twenty Seven

W hat is this?

He didn’t say a word, but his eyes sparkled with curiosity, silently asking me the very question I could read on his lips.

"I’m the elf today, and I’m here to grant you your Christmas gift." I beamed at him, and he chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You’re telling me that in that red ribbon wrapped around you and that green lingerie, you’re my gift?"

The smile lighting up his face made my heart flutter.

"Yup, in a way, because technically, I’m the gift!" I lifted my chin like a proud little kitty.

He erupted into a fit of laughter, rolling around on our bed.

I sat in the middle, watching him clutch his stomach as he laughed at my playful antics.

"Dang..." he gasped, trying to catch his breath. "You really have me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?" It wasn’t a question; I could tell.

Still, I nodded, embracing my little victory over him.

"Now, it’s kiss time... Muwah..." I waited, pouting my lips, but he didn’t respond right away.

I squinted at him, noticing the conflict in his expression.

"Ro, what’s on your mind?"

He gave me a small smile, and I understood all too well.

"I know what you’re thinking, but it’s been over a year since that. I realize the things we faced, the things you faced, won’t just disappear, but we can’t stop living. I won’t stop forgiving you, and you won’t stop loving me, so we don’t have to be stuck in a painful past."

His blue eyes sparkled, and I felt lucky to be the only woman allowed to witness this beautiful side of him.

"You won’t regret it?" He leaned in slightly but paused, waiting for my answer.

“I don’t, but if I have to stay wrapped in this ribbon for even a second longer, you definitely will! Whatever time Reese took to put this on, Mr. Santa Claus, please unwrap me! Hurry!”

He chuckled, scooting closer and planting a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose, then on my forehead.

We might have our little quirks, and things aren’t always perfect, but loving this man is a true gift, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

"What kind of sinner gets a reward? I have no idea, Mrs. Rowan. But I’m so happy you’re my present." He captured my lips in a fiery kiss, unwrapping the ribbons and pulling me onto his lap.

As I straddled him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled back, showering kisses along his jawline.

“Christmas is my favorite,” he growled, his hands weaving through my hair, pulling my face closer as he crashed his lips against mine in a heated, passionate kiss that made me moan when he licked my bottom lip and deepened the kiss.

I giggled, reminding him how he said the same thing during Thanksgiving when we visited our families, and I shared my roasted turkey with him.

During our Christmas dinner at Darius' place, I had already asked Reese to drop me off at home first, allowing Ro some time with the guys since he would be busy until New Year’s.

Our tongues danced for dominance, and this time, I took charge, savoring every bit of his mouth.

His hands glided down my back, stopping at the clasp of my bra, teasing it before my frustration took over. I bit his lip, causing him to gasp as he undid the clasp, leaving me bare, yet we didn’t stop our passionate battle of tongues and lips.

I pulled at his sweater, tearing open his shirt. There was only one piece of clothing left on me for him to remove, while I still had to contend with his trousers and boxer briefs. Even then, I didn’t hesitate as I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers, just as he ripped my lace panties apart, leaving us both completely bare.

"Just so you know, that set cost me forty bucks, so you owe me a new one." The expression on his face was absolutely priceless.

"Forty what? For that scrap?" he grumbled, but I simply kissed the tip of his nose.

He grinned and pressed his lips against mine, his large hands enveloping my breasts, kneading them as his mouth found my neck, sucking and biting gently.

As I tangled my fingers in his hair, I pressed my body closer to his fiery touch, craving more of his warmth.

“Ahhh... Ro...” I moaned, overwhelmed by the deep pleasure coursing through me as his hands explored my skin, rolling and pinching with his thumb and forefinger. His mouth traveled to the other side of my neck, trailing down to my collarbone, making my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

He shifted our positions, laying me back on the bed beneath him.

I giggled as he growled lowly, latching onto my breasts, sucking and grazing my nipples with his teeth, leaving marks behind.

I moaned loudly again, sinking into the soft sheets as he parted my legs and thrust himself inside me.

My walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper as he groaned, taking deep breaths before thrusting again. The rapid intensity of each thrust drove me wild with sensation.

His mouth worked wonders on my neck and breasts while his hands gripped my hips, pushing deeper inside me and hitting every pleasurable spot. Tears welled in my eyes, and sweat glistened on both our bodies.

My nails dug into his back, and my touch heightened his pleasure, mirroring the ecstasy I felt from his mouth on me.

We were enveloped in the intoxicating taste of desire as his rapid thrusts sent shivers through me, making me moan loudly as I reached my high.

“Ahhh... Ro... don’t stop..."

His powerful thrusts intensified, and I felt myself unraveling, biting down on his shoulder as I screamed. He growled my name, filling me with his cum.

“Amery... Fuck... Sweetheart...”

He collapsed, burying his face between my breasts, nuzzling as I closed my eyes, smiling.

“How did I survive a year of celibacy? I missed being with you,” he whispered in my ear, playfully biting my earlobe while my sensitive buds brushed against his chest, stirring him back to life.

He slowly withdrew, and just when I thought he was finished, I was completely mistaken.

He thrust his full length back inside me, sending a pleasurable jolt down my spine. I grasped his biceps, but he took my hands away, intertwining our fingers and lifting them above my head. His muscles flexed with each thrust, and I closed my eyes, savoring the intimacy.

My hair clung to my face as his hot breath warmed my skin, and his tongue swept across my cheeks, clearing away the stray strands.

His fast, rough thrusts made me moan uncontrollably as I reached another mind-blowing climax.

Before long, he came, showering kisses on my face, then on my lips and forehead, whispering in my ear, “I love you, my gorgeous wife. Merry Christmas."