Free Christmas At Thorncliff Towers by Marina Myles

throbbed with anticipation. After he moistened his lips, Constantin closed his mouth over one of the buds. Karina felt him lick around it in hot, tight circles. Then he used his tongue and teeth to play with the hardened point until she squirmed with delight.
    Moisture filled her undergarments. She pressed his head closer.
    “Do everything to me,” she urged. She’d never been shy—and she wasn’t about to start now.
    “Oh, I intend to.” Constantin grinned.
    By now, the space between Karina’s legs was ripe for his touch. Her chest constricted as he edged her thighs apart with his knee. Because he seemed just as anxious to make love as she, he lifted her hem and found her core without wasting another minute. Petting her folds eagerly, he breathed with impatience. Karina responded by threading her hands around his neck and opening her legs to him with desire.
    As Constantin’s lips tilted into a devilish smile, he skated his hands up her body and fingered her long, tumbled hair. A shiver ran along Karina’s spine. He kissed her deeply again and she let out an uninhibited moan. Once he dropped his touch and located her clitoris, she saw heaven’s gates.
    She cried out as he stimulated her to a climax. Then she held her breath as her ambrosia flowed in astounding puddles.
    The snowstorm howled violently against the wagon’s walls while Constantin yanked off the rest of Karina’s clothes and then his. In the brief moment he stood, Karina glimpsed his large shaft. Erect as a broomstick and framed by a patch of ebony curls, his cock was the most magnificent thing she’d ever seen.
    “I’m ready to make you mine,” he said gruffly. Muscles flexed, he moved between her legs and met her stare. “Ever since you showed up at Thorncliff Towers, eyes flashing, I’ve been hard for you. But don’t worry, my love. I’ll be gentle.”
    She nodded. He cradled the back of her head with one hand while he positioned himself to enter her. Lord . Karina pushed a dry lump down her throat. Was it possible to feel incredibly sinful and wholly complete at the same time?
    She assumed she’d find out in a moment.
    Using the tip of his penis, Constantin plied her folds apart and slid in his sex. It hurt at first, a blinding pain like someone was trying to shove a square peg into a round hole. But as he slipped one of her breasts into his mouth and lapped at her nipple, her dew flowed again. The pain vanished.
    Locking his elbows, Constantin lifted his torso off the bed and gave a firm thrust. Karina smiled. She watched his thick arms bulge and his hulking shoulders broaden.
    As he pumped his way to bliss, he smiled at her, too. Grabbing her ankle, he lifted her leg and kissed her calf. Peering down, he gazed at the spot where they were joined.
    “That’s an amazing sight,” he rasped. “ You’re amazing.”
    He groaned louder as he drove in and out of her. Karina felt his slick shaft create a fantastic friction. And when he lowered his hand and rubbed her bead with his thumb, she reached a pulsating summit for a second time.
    This, she decided, was better than magic . Better than the greatest meal she’d ever eaten—better even than donning Lady Winthrop’s beautiful amethyst dress.
    Sweat beaded on Constantin’s brow. “Good God! I’m coming—” The bold words caught in his throat. As Karina’s sex vibrated, he shot his cream inside her.
    As content as a cat, she pulled him close. His pulse was stammering; she could feel it. And his heart drummed uncontrollably.
    “You’re my everything,” he whispered against her collarbone.
    “I love you so much,” she whispered back.
    They lay in each other’s arms for hours. Outside, the sparkling snow whipped around the trees in aimless swirls . . . in as much of a hurry to stop as Karina and Constantin were to leave one another’s side.
    Sensing that it was past midnight, Karina stroked his hair and muttered softly, “It’s Christmas Day.”
    “Merry Christmas,” he