“Kyra,” he groaned, his hands coming up to pull her fully into his lap. “I’m sorry how I was, I didn’t...”
She silenced him with another kiss. She didn’t need an apology, not when he had shown her more care and consideration even when he had hated her, than most people had in her entire life.
His fingers pushed beneath her jumper, freezing against her skin. She didn’t care, needing more skin-on-skin contact as she tugged at the hem. The air was cool against her bare skin, but Xander was so hot as his kiss turned molten. Snow gently landed on her skin, only heightening every touch, every brush of Xander’s fingers as his lips moved to her breasts, teeth nipping at the cup.
“Off,” he growled, and she couldn’t unfasten it quick enough before he was biting her soft curves. She could no longer feel the cold, not when her entire existence was concentrated on the heat between her legs, on the hardness that pressed expertly against the apex of her thighs despite the barrier of fabric.
Xander seemed to be just as desperate when she tore at his jeans, lifting her slightly so she could easier reach the zipper, careful when she released his thick length. His shirt was removed, lights dancing across his tattoos as she settled back on his lap, thankful for her skirt and knee high socks as white blanketed around them.
Her underwear tore, and then he was inside her, stretching her to her limit in one powerful thrust. Her cry echoed the area around him, and in the back of her mind she hoped the sound travelled down to Frederick.
The thought instantly vanished when Xander’s thumb reached down to rub against her clit with exactly the right pressure, his lips claiming hers as she began to lift her hips, and then drop back down. Their movements were rushed, frantic as her orgasm exploded out of nowhere, tightening her internal muscles as Xander groaned. His hands dropped to her hips, taking over as she rode through the aftershocks, her breasts pushed against his chest. His speed picked up, and just as she felt another tightening after a ridiculously short interval Xander finished alongside her.
His breath was warm against her skin, their foreheads rested against each other when Kyra laughed. A weight had been lifted off her shoulders, the realisation that she could do whatever she wanted.
Be whoever she wanted.
She pulled back to better look at his face, their bodies still joined in the most intimate way. “Xander, I…”
“Kyra, It’s always been you,” he interrupted, pale eyes searching hers. “I felt it the moment we first met, and I was a fucking idiot to think I could fight it.” His fingertips brushed across her cheek.
“I love you,” she said before she lost the nerve.
Xander’s smile brightened his entire face. “Good, because you’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.”
His next kiss was full of promise, full of laughter and happiness as the snow continued to flutter around them like a rebirth.
It was the start of her new life, and she wasn’t alone.
A shiver of anticipation rippled through her.
She couldn’t wait.
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