Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jax
The sight of Estelle in that emerald lingerie, wrapped in gold ribbons like the most expensive present money could buy, shattered every ounce of self-control I possessed.
My princess, dressed to destroy me, running through the snow like a vision torn straight from my darkest fantasies.
The ski mask felt like a cage around my face as my breathing turned savage. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, ready to spring.
Heat rose from my bare chest where snowflakes hit and instantly melted, my core temperature running so hot I could have heated the entire mountain.
Estelle darted between the pine trees like a woodland sprite, her Santa hat a bright splash of red against the pristine white.
The emerald lingerie clung to every crevice of her body, and the gold ribbons trailing behind her caught the Christmas lights strung through the branches, creating streaks of sparkling brilliance in her wake.
She was mine. She’d always fucking be mine.
But first, I had to catch her.
She was fast, faster than I'd expected, weaving between the decorative props scattered around like she'd been born for this game.
Every step was calculated, every glance back over her shoulder designed to drive me further into madness.
My cock was already straining against the red velvet of my fucking Santa pants, throbbing with need as I watched her navigate the snow-covered obstacles.
The way her little ass moved beneath that silk, the gentle sway of her tits, the ribbon ties that begged to be undone—it was pure torture.
She darted behind the life-sized nutcracker, using it as cover while she planned her next move. But I knew her tells.
She glanced back over her shoulder to gauge my distance… and there was a slight hesitation when she approached the darker areas where the Christmas lights didn't reach.
She was playing with me, testing my patience, and fuck if it wasn't working.
I lunged left as she darted right, my fingers barely brushing the golden ribbon around her waist before she spun away with a breathless laugh.
The sound drove me mad, a siren’s call that made every nerve ending come alive.
"Come here, princess,” I growled, my voice muffled by the mask but carrying clearly in the crisp air.
Her response was to dart behind the life-sized Santa statue, peeking around it with eyes that sparkled with mischief and something darker.
She knew exactly what she was doing to me, could probably see the desperate hunger written in every line of my body.
I feinted right, then pivoted left, nearly catching her as she ducked between two decorative candy canes.
But she was quicker and slipped through my grasp like water.
She squealed as she spun away, enjoying this as much as I was. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold and exertion, making her honey eyes seem even more brilliant in the Christmas lights.
"Can't catch me," she called out breathlessly, darting between two decorative reindeer.
The chase continued through our winter wonderland, past the hot tub where steam rose in ghostly spirals, around the fire pit covered in snow.
Every step sent fresh powder flying, every breath created clouds of vapor that the wind scattered into nothing.
She was magnificent in this world—wild and free, and utterly fearless.
Her lips were parted as she breathed hard from running, and I wanted nothing more than to claim that mouth with mine.
Near the cabin's back corner, she made her crucial error.
There was a patch of ice hidden beneath a decorative snow drift, and when she planted her boot wrong, she stumbled. It was just for a heartbeat, a tiny slip that she quickly recovered from, but it was enough
I was on her before she could regain her footing, my arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. She gasped at the contact, her body fitting against mine like she'd been made for this exact moment.
"Got you," I growled against her ear, my voice rough with victory and barely contained hunger.
"Jax," she breathed, and the way she said my name, soft and needy and full of anticipation, made me groan.
I spun her around so she was facing me, pressing her back against the cabin's log wall. The wood was cold and dusted with snow, but I could feel the heat radiating from her body where our fronts touched.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, making the emerald silk stretch across her little tits in ways that made my mouth water.
"Look at you," I murmured, my hands framing her face as I drank in every detail. "My beautiful princess, all wrapped up just for me."
The ski mask felt like a barrier between us, but I couldn't remove it. It was part of the game, part of what made this feel so wild and primal and completely separate from our normal lives.
My thumbs brushed across her cheekbones, feeling how cold her skin had become during our chase. But her eyes were burning with heat, pupils dilated with desire that matched the fire burning in my chest.
"Cold?" I asked, though I was already working to remedy that.
"Not anymore," she whispered, her hands finding my pecs and spreading across the overheated skin. "Not with you here.”
My hands found the gold ribbons wound around her body, and with careful precision, I began unwrapping my present.
Each ribbon that came loose revealed more of her perfect skin, and I worshipped every inch with my hands.
The emerald was next, peeling away to reveal black lace underneath that was so sheer it might as well have been nothing.
She whimpered as I traced the edge of her bra with one finger.
The lace joined the silk in the snow, leaving her beautifully bare from the waist up. Her breasts were perfect with nipples that had tightened to sharp points in the cold air.
I shoved up the mouth of my ski mask and couldn’t resist taking one into my mouth, sucking and laving until she cried out and arched against the wall.
"So exquisite," I breathed against her satin-soft skin, my voice barely recognizable even to myself. "Always so absolutely breathtaking for me, princess."
Every nerve in my body was alive, crackling with electricity as I traced my hands along her curves.
The ribbons had pooled around her snow boots like liquid starlight, leaving her bare except for the gossamer-thin emerald lace that might as well not have even been there.
I slid my hands beneath her thighs, lifting her against the rough log wall of the cabin. Her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locking behind my bare back as she settled into my arms.
The position aligned us perfectly, her hot pussy level with my aching cock, and I could feel the scorching heat of her even through the delicate barrier.
The scent of her arousal mixed with pine and frost, creating an intoxicating bouquet that made my head spin.
Even in this frigid cold, she was molten for me, slick and absolutely perfect.
I could see it in the way the lace clung to her folds, could feel the dampness seeping through the fabric to brand my skin with her need.
“Touch me more, Jax,” she whispered, and my name on her lips was like a prayer and a plea combined.
Her nails found my shoulders, digging in with just enough pressure to send lightning racing down my spine. "Please."
With my left hand pinning her against the icy wall, I used my right to grip the delicate lace between her thighs. The fabric was drenched, clinging to her swollen pussy like a second skin.
It shredded like lace in my grip.
"Fuck, princess," I growled, the sight of her bare and glistening stealing what little control I had left. Her pussy was flushed pink, dripping with arousal, her clit swollen and begging for attention from me.
She’d created her own personal aurora against the backdrop of falling snow.
With fumbling fingers made clumsy by desperation, I freed myself from the confines of my awful Santa pants.
The cold air washed over my cock harshly, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning in my veins. I was granite hard, the head already dark and weeping with need.
"Hold on tight, princess," I warned, gripping her thighs and positioning myself at her entrance. "Because I'm going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand.”
Her response was to dig her nails deeper into my shoulders, her dark eyes blazing with trust and wild hunger. “I can take everything you give me.”
I drove into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt with a force that slammed her back against the wall. Her scream echoed through the air, pure ecstasy as I stretched her wide around my thick girth.
“Fucking Christ," I snarled, feeling her walls ripple and clench around me like fire. “Tight—made for my cock, weren't you, princess?"
She could only whimper in response, her body trembling as she adjusted to the overwhelming fullness. But when I started to move, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, her whimpers turned to desperate moans of pleasure.
Snow continued to drift down around us, catching in her darker hair and melting on our flushed skin, but neither of us cared about the cold anymore.
I set a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving her higher up the wall, each retreat making her cry out with loss. The sounds she made were music—raw, uninhibited, and absolutely filthy.
"You feel so big,” she whimpered, her inner muscles clenching around me experimentally. “R-rough.”
“Good girl,” I growled against her throat, my teeth biting into her skin. “I am big, and you, my beautiful princess, are getting fucked in this snow.”
The contrast of scorching heat where we were joined and biting cold everywhere else made every sensation electric.
Her head was thrown back in abandon, exposing the elegant line of her throat to my hungry mouth.
Her legs locked around my waist, heels digging into my ass as she met each thrust with desperate urgency. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, her head thrown back in abandon. "Jax, please—”
Never. I could never stop with her.
“You’re so close,” I crooned roughly, feeling her building toward climax in the way her inner muscles began to squeeze. "Come on my cock, princess. Show me who owns this pussy."
We were burning where we were joined, freezing everywhere else, heightened every sensation until I felt like I might shatter from the intensity.
Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me deeper with each thrust.
My hand slipped between our bodies, fingers finding her swollen clit and circling it with just enough pressure to make her cry out.
My big cock filling her tight cunt, my fingers working her little clit, the frigid air making every nerve ending hypersensitive, pushed her over the edge.
Her orgasm hit like an avalanche, her body arching in my arms as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She screamed my name into the winter night, the sound echoing off the cabin walls and startling snow from nearby branches.
The feeling of her coming apart around me, her pussy clamping down, milking me with pulses that seemed to go on forever, triggered my own explosive release.
With a roar that rivaled hers, I buried myself as deep as possible and came with a violence that left me feeling dizzy. Pulse after pulse of release filled her, marking her as mine while Christmas magic swirled around us.
We clung to each other in the aftermath, both trembling from more than just the cold. Our breath mingled in clouds of steam, and I could feel her heart hammering against mine in perfect synchronization.
"Mine," I growled against her hair, the word carrying the weight of every promise I'd ever made. “Always mine.”
We stood there wrapped in each other's arms beneath the starlit sky, snow continuing its gentle dance around us. I knew this moment would be seared into my memory for eternity.
My princess. My Christmas gift. My everything.