Chapter 11
Celia
The snow falls gently outside my cabin window as I play folksy Christmas music and wrap the last gifts before placing them under the tree. Aunt Griselda arrives tomorrow on Christmas Eve, but Soren will be here sometime this evening.
I've been buzzing with excitement all day, unable to concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes.
There's something magical about this Christmas Eve eve, something that feels different from any other year.
Maybe it's because I'm finally truly happy, or maybe it's because I have someone special to share the holidays with for the first time in years.
The cabin looks perfect, all decorated with garland and twinkling lights. I've got Soren's gifts wrapped and hidden under the tree. There are also several flannel shirts I want to rip off of him, and a small piece of black tourmaline for protection that I blessed during the full moon last week.
I keep checking the clock, even though Soren said he'd be here around seven. It's only six-thirty, but I'm so excited to see him I can barely contain myself. It's our first Christmas together, and I am vibrating with happiness.
My doorbell rings, and I look out the window, but I can't see who is standing there.
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I open the door to find my handsome mountain man down on one knee as the snow falls onto his silver hair.
A dark green ring box is open in his hand, showing a beautiful princess-cut diamond sparkling in the porch light.
"Soren?"
My heart stops completely. This is not what I was expecting at all. The ring is absolutely stunning, and seeing this strong, gruff man down on one knee in the snow makes my eyes fill with tears immediately. My hands fly to my mouth as I try to process what's happening.
"Celia, I know this whole thing has been an absolute whirlwind, but I would hate myself if I did not grab life by the horns. I am deeply in love with you, and I want to spend every single day of the rest of my life being your husband and making you happy. Will you marry me?"
Grabbing his hands, I yank him up into the cabin, wrapping my arms around his chilled body. "Of course, I will marry you. I love you so much!"
Laughing, we kiss each other as he slips the ring onto my finger.
"It's a perfect fit. Oh, I love it," I say, closing the door behind us.
The weight of the ring on my finger feels so right.
I can't stop grinning like an idiot. We're engaged.
We're actually engaged. After everything we've been through, all the fake engagement drama with Aunt Griselda, now we're really doing this.
The irony isn't lost on me that what started as a lie to appease my aunt has become the most beautiful truth of my life.
Looking at my mountain man covered in snow, I say, "Baby, you look cold. Let's get you in front of the fire." I help him peel off his jacket and sweater, and then I start undoing his pants.
"What are you doing, my future wife?" he says flirtatiously.
"You need to get warm," I say, yanking his jeans and boxers down and playfully shoving him in the chair beside the fireplace.
Peeling off my yoga pants, I straddle him, with my pussy sliding down his cock until I help him enter me.
We moan out with pleasure as he rips my sweatshirt off and undoes my bra.
Soren's wet, warm tongue is swirling around my nipple as I ride him in front of the fire, the Christmas lights twinkling with a warm, cozy glow.
He grabs my ass with both hands, helping me pound down onto him even harder.
The friction is too much to bear, and I come on his cock, yelling out his name.
He buries his face in my tits, moaning with his climax as he bucks into me.
Collapsing onto him, our hearts race against each other as we rest there, warmed by the flames.
"I love you so much," I whisper, and he kisses the top of my head.
"I love you too, fiancée."
After our Christmas dinner and present-opening, we convince Aunt Griselda to watch Die Hard with us. When it ends, she's giggling to herself and shaking her head. "All right, fine. I agree with you. That is a Christmas movie," she says, and Soren gives me a high five.
My aunt smiles at us, tears shiny in her eyes. "I enjoy seeing how much the two of you are in love. Oh, and I love the ring as well," my aunt adds, grabbing my hand and admiring the shiny bauble glinting in the Christmas lights.
After a nightcap, my aunt heads to the guest bedroom, but Soren and I remain on the couch a little longer, cuddling in front of the fire and watching the twinkling lights.
"It's been a crazy few months," he whispers, squeezing my knee.
"Crazy and wonderful," I add.
When his mouth takes mine, I know all of my Christmas wishes have come true.