Unholy Night by Candice Gilmer Read Free Book Online

finished the rest of the buttons, her hands roaming all over his chest, flicking his nipples, down his stomach. Her fingers swirled in the hair, pulling on the black strands as she traced a path down his stomach toward his pants.
    She made quick work of his pants, and Neil put his hands in her hair, tugging on the pencils tucked into it. Her locks tumbled down her back, surprising him at how long they were.
    Marissa started to kneel in front of him, but he stopped her.
    “No,” he whispered, his pants loose, though his cock remained firmly covered. “Lie down,” he told her.
    Marissa pouted at him. “But I wasn’t done.”
    “Yes, you are,” he said. His body throbbed so hard, one touch and he’d explode all over her, and on her chest, although appealing, wasn’t where he wanted to explode.
    He wanted to be inside her.
    Ravage her.
    Make her scream.
    Marissa lay back down on the bed, her hair fanned out around her, a shiny chocolate color that made her look like any man’s wet dream. He lay down next to her, leaning forward enough to smell her warm skin—the scent that had him lost—and pressed kisses against her throat.
    She moaned and purred as he licked the flesh under her ear, sliding his hands down her body and over her breasts. Pulling on the flesh, he felt her shake and grabbed the edges of the thin top and pulled it over her head.
    Marissa cooed when he returned to her breasts, licking the edge of her bra until he felt her buckle, her body quivering against him.
    “Lord, Neil,” she cried as he slid his hands behind her and unfastened her bra. She pulled the barrier away and tossed it onto the floor. He took his first taste of her skin and growled as he clamped down on her, his mouth on one breast, his hand fondling the other.
    Marissa arched into him, shoving her breast deeper into his mouth.
    “Amazing.” He released the one, sliding over to her other breast. His hands slid down her sides, finding the edges of her skirt and tugging at the clasp to loosen it.
    Marissa helped him shove the skirt off to reveal her garter belt and tiny panties, and he paused to examine the sight.
    “Oh, Zeus,” he muttered, his hand sliding down the edges of her garter belt and across her almost non-existent panties.
    Marissa’s hips bucked.
    “You like?” he said, placing a kiss on her stomach.
    “Ughn.”
    Neil worked his way down lower, feeling every part of her.
    She was amazing. Breathtaking. Incredible. He could feel her heat and moisture through the soaked fabric, her hands rubbing against her breasts as he slipped a finger inside the edge of her panties. His finger grazed her center, then her clit, then back, sliding up and down, a slow rhythm she started pumping her body against.
    “I need you now,” Marissa moaned. “Now!”
    He nodded, a moan of his own escaping. He stood to shuck his pants, pulling a condom out of his wallet, while Marissa struggled with the garter belt and panties.
    “No,” he said, rolling her over, then grabbing the edge of the thong and sliding it out of the way. He poised himself in her entrance, and tested the space with a soft nudge.
    Marissa cried out as he entered. Her cry sent him over the edge, losing all control of himself, and he slammed into her, hard and fast.
    Unintelligible words came out of Marissa as his pace increased, his body beginning to shake as he felt himself closing in on orgasm.
    Marissa continued to scream with every thrust, her face down, almost buried in the pillow, muffling her shouts. He held onto her hips, pounding so hard he thought he would fly apart.
    Marissa let out a wild scream as she shook and convulsed around him. Her spasms squeezed him in just the right way, and his own growl erupted from his chest as he toppled over in orgasm, slamming into her with four hard thrusts.
    Marissa, still lost in waves of release, managed to turn her head to see Neil as he erupted. His head tipped back, and as the howl came out of him, for a second, she saw a