Page 25 of Enduring Christmas

That one move with his name on her lips nearly undid him.

Luke moved in a steady rhythm, slow at first, but when she started to meet his thrusts her hips pushing harder against his, the soft moans of pleasure flowing from her part lips, he increased his pace. When she cried out, he took her mouth and kissed her ravenously while she gripped him with a slick, rhythmic heat. She tried to hold on he could tell when she slowed her movements, but her trying to hold back only encouraged him to push her harder, to drive deeper, to love her as completely as he could.

"It's me, X. You can trust me with everything you have to give."

With that, her body tensed and milked him to perfection. She shuddered beneath him, her arms gripping him tight as her orgasm struck.

"Luke," she moaned, and he stroked her through the slickness, ramping up his own pleasure and driving her beyond the limit; "Yes" she cried out.

He gave himself over to the unbridled passion and roared his release. He moved inside of her until he was spent, rung out and hung out to dry.

When he moved to roll off of her, thinking he was too heavy, she tightened her hold around his neck.

"Stay here," she whispered. "I need to hold you."

He stared down at her; concerned the passion between them may have been too intense for her. "You okay?"

"Better than I've ever been," she said, a wondrous look in her eyes. "Just don't leave."

"Not gonna happen," Sweets."

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THEnext morning, Luke snuggled Xenobia in his arms. A deep sense of satisfaction had taken root inside him.

"Tell me how much you like me again."

She giggled, the sound light and playful. "You’re getting the big head."

He dropped a kiss to her wild curls. "Never lost it," he snorted.

"You are impossible."

He locked their fingers together. "We have about an hour for me to earn another five-star rating before Shiloh and Meow come bolting through that door."

"Five-stars," she frowned, "you are a triple-digit, platinum status member of the boyfriend club."

"Is that why you're still in my bed?"

"That's one of the reasons," she said, voice gentle.

"And the other," his tone more serious.

She met his eyes. "I trust you. I don't think you'll ever betray me."

He ventured out on a limb. "Is that what happened in your marriage? It happened in mine."

She went rigid in his arms. "I don't want to talk about that."

"In that case tell me about the tattoos?" He snuggled closer, stroking her arms and torso until she relaxed. "Tell me something about you."

Her smile slipped. "The wings on my chest," she absently touched the pink and gray tat as she spoke, "is the Lady Guardians logo. We are a national female biker club committed to improving our local communities."

He palmed her right breast. "And the dates listed here."

She laughed. "They are over my heart, mister."

"So, are you adding December twenty-three next?"