Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
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, and he 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.”
There was clear possessiveness in his voice that I loved hearing. Lucian leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against my forehead before gesturing toward the kitchen. I held in my disappointment that he didn’t want to fuck me right here and now in front of the fire.
“Breakfast is ready.” He took my hand and led me toward the table.
When he pulled the chair out for me, I took my seat. He sat beside me, grabbed the edge of my chair, and dragged it toward him, the legs scraping along the floor until we were pressed side-to-side. He had coffee for himself but made me homemade hot chocolate, which even had marshmallows floating on the top.
He’d made zopf—a rich, buttery, braided bread he served with even more butter and jam. There was a cheese and fruit plate in the center of the table and müesli—rolled oats soaked in yogurt and mixed with berries and nuts—drizzled with honey on top.
Lucian had his hand on my thigh, the weight warm and heavy and very possessive.
“Eat, sweetheart.”
I picked up a piece of zopf, and after a bite and my shyness settling, my appetite rose because I’d had a fuck-fest just hours before. I shifted on the chair, my pussy sore, and the motion made me gush, wetness slipping out of me.
I knew exactly what it was.
Lucian’s cum.
It was after I swallowed a mouthful of food that I realized Lucian was watching me and not eating.
“W-What?” I murmured and washed the food down with a large swig of hot chocolate.
“I enjoyed last night,” he said, his voice dropping slightly and dripping with sexual need.
I glanced down and saw his massive erection tenting his gray sweats.
Lucian set his mug down, dipped his finger into the bowl of jam, and brought it to my lips. I was too surprised by the act that I sat there in silence as he smeared the berries over my lips. And then he leaned in and licked it off until my mouth was only slightly sticky from the sugar.