Chapter 8
T he Northern Lights pulsed above me, their colors swirling like a living painting. I sat close to Nicholas in the igloo, mesmerized by the vibrant show. The greens and purples danced across the sky, casting shimmering reflections on the glistening walls around us.
“Wow,” I whispered, my breath misting in the cool air. I turned slightly and caught Nicholas’s gaze. His piercing green eyes sparkled, warmth radiating from them in a way that made my stomach flip.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” he asked, his voice low and melodic, sending a shiver through me.
“Yeah,” I said, my heart pounding. It wasn’t just the cozy space or the breathtaking lights outside—it was something deeper, electric, thrumming between us. The rhythm of my heartbeat seemed to echo in the stillness around us.
Nicholas leaned in closer, just enough for me to catch the faint scent of pine and spice clinging to him. “You know,” he murmured, a teasing softness in his tone, “the lights remind me of magic.”
I nodded, unable to pull my eyes away from him. The world beyond this little bubble faded until it was just us, the shimmering colors outside mirroring the feelings blossoming in my chest.
“Magic,” I repeated, letting the word settle in the space between us. My heart swelled. Could he see what I was seeing? Feel what I was feeling?
Nicholas reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent sparks skittering across my skin. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice thick with sincerity.
A smile spread across my lips, and I felt my cheeks flush. “I feel...” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “I feel safe with you.”
“Good.” His fingers lingered against my skin, and I shivered at the warmth of his touch. “That’s important.”
The air around us shifted, thick with unspoken promises. I inhaled deeply, the crisp air mixing with the intoxicating closeness of Nicholas. It felt as though the universe itself was holding its breath, waiting for us to take a step forward.
“Can we stay here forever?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart and the hum of the lights.
Nicholas turned to me, his expression earnest, his eyes reflecting the swirling greens and blues outside. “Are you ready to go deeper?” His voice was low, intimate, like he was sharing a secret meant only for me.
Warmth rushed to my cheeks, and my heart fluttered. The air buzzed with possibilities, heavy with the weight of what was to come. A shiver ran down my spine, but it wasn’t from the cold.
“Yes,” I said, steadying my voice with conviction. The word hung between us, alive and pulsing. In that moment, I realized just how much I trusted him. This was more than a fleeting connection; it was something profound.
His smile widened, his approval shining in his eyes. He reached for my hand, brushing his thumb over my knuckles. The simple gesture sent a jolt through me, stirring something deep inside—a desire to leap into the unknown, into this magical experience with him.
“Good,” he said softly, his voice wrapping around me like the lights outside. “I won’t let you down.”
I nodded, sealing an unspoken pact. The world outside the igloo melted away; it was just us, enveloped in this cocoon of color and warmth where nothing else mattered.
“Let’s explore,” I breathed, leaning toward him, drawn like a moth to flame. Our breaths mingled in the cool air, thick with anticipation.
Nicholas shifted closer, closing the small gap between us until I could feel the heat radiating from him. My heart thundered in time with the lights’ rhythm outside. This was a leap into the unknown, but it felt right—like coming home after being lost for so long.
“Together,” he murmured, his words an invitation and a promise. A spark flared in my chest, igniting my courage.
I tilted my chin up, locking eyes with him. His gaze flicked to my lips, and I held my breath. The silence around us was thick, the only sounds the hum of the lights and the erratic drumming of my heart. Time seemed to stand still.
Then his hand cupped my cheek, warm and gentle yet unyielding. He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. The contact was feather-light at first, testing, but I was ready. Closing my eyes, I leaned in, meeting him halfway.
Our kiss deepened, tentative at first but growing with the intensity that had been simmering between us since the moment we met. His hand slid down my back, pulling me closer, as though we could somehow merge into one.
The snow fell silently outside, but in Nicholas’s arms, I felt invincible. All my worries faded, leaving only the heat of the moment and the man who’d ignited a fire in my heart. This was where I belonged—here, in this magical, stolen moment with him.
As we pulled apart, breathless, my heart raced like never before. I’d never felt this alive, this seen, this desired. Nicholas’s gaze held mine, his warmth carving out a home in my heart. I reached up, my fingers tracing the contours of his face, committing every angle, every line to memory.
“I want this,” I whispered. “I want you.”
His eyes darkened, a flicker of desire flashing in their emerald depths. “Then you shall have me,” he said, his voice rough and filled with promise. “All of me.”
But I wasn't laughing anymore. My eyes were transfixed on the bulge tenting the front of his drawers, my breath catching in my throat. I'd fantasized about this moment for so long, and now it was happening.
I reached out with trembling fingers, gently tracing the outline of his hardness through the soft fabric. Nicholas inhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering closed as I explored him. Emboldened, I slipped my hand beneath the waistband, gripping him fully. He was thick, heavy, and so very warm. I stroked him slowly, marveling at the silky texture of his skin.
The northern lights above us seemed to dance in response to our growing passion. Vibrant streaks of green and purple painted the sky, casting an ethereal glow over our intimate embrace. In that moment, nothing existed outside of our igloo haven.
"Daddy Christmas," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to taste you."
Nicholas's eyes flew open, dark with desire. He nodded, rendered speechless by the intensity of the moment.
With deliberate slowness, I tugged his underwear down, revealing his impressive length. I licked my lips, overcome with a hunger I'd never experienced before. Leaning forward, I placed a reverent kiss on the tip before taking him into my mouth.
The salty-sweet flavor of his skin burst across my tongue as I began to suck, hollowing my cheeks and taking him as deep as I could. Nicholas groaned, his fingers threading through my hair, guiding me gently.
"Gemma, your mouth feels incredible," he praised, his words sending shivers down my spine.
I hummed around him, the vibrations drawing another guttural moan from his throat. As I pleasured him, I couldn't help but wonder if he was some kind of divine being. Every touch, every taste, seemed to ignite a fire within me, consuming me from the inside out.
Lost in the heady sensation of his skin against mine, I worshiped him with my lips and tongue, pouring every ounce of my love and devotion into each stroke. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, intertwined in a dance as old as time itself.
He tugged me away from his cock, his chest heaving. "Enough of that," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "It's your turn, little one."
Nervous but aching for him, I nodded my assent. He took my hand, leading me to the center of the room. The floorboards were cool against my knees as I knelt before him, my eyes locked on his intense green ones.
"Undress for me," he growled, and I trembled with anticipation. Slowly, I undressed, letting my clothes fall to the floor one by one. His gaze traveled up and down my body, lingering on my hardened nipples and the dampness between my legs.
His appraisal was like a physical caress, setting my skin on fire. By the time I was naked, I was trembling with anticipation, desperate for his touch.
Out of nowhere, Nicholas produced a length of red silk, the fabric soft as a whisper against my skin. "Submit to me," he commanded, a note of steel in his voice.
Without hesitation, I nodded, my heart pounding. I had never felt this alive, this free, in my entire life. He started tying the silk around my wrists, binding me gently yet firmly to the four posts at the corners of the room. I arched my back, offering myself to him completely.
"So beautiful," he breathed, running his fingertips along my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. "I've been waiting for this moment."
"Me too," I gasped, struggling against my bonds, the feeling of helplessness only heightening my arousal.
Suddenly, he was on me, his lips tracing a fiery trail down my neck, nipples, and lower still. He teased me mercilessly, every touch more exquisite than the last. I moaned, begging for more.
"Patience, little one," he chuckled, his emerald eyes dancing with mischief. "I've got all night to savor you."
And savor me he did. His tongue and fingers explored every inch of my body, leaving me a quivering mess on the bed. My orgasm was long overdue, and I could feel it coiling deep inside me, begging for release.
"Please," I whimpered, my pride long gone.
With one final, searing swipe of his tongue, I shattered, my climax shuddering through every fiber of my being.
He didn't relent, however, unwilling to let me catch my breath. He continued his relentless assault on my senses, bringing me to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to pull back just as I was about to fall over the edge.
"Master," I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper, "please, I can't take any more."
He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping my hips firmly. "You can, and you will, pet. I've only just begun to show you the depths of pleasure I can bring you."
And with that, he plunged two fingers inside me, while his thumb found my swollen clitoris. My cries of pleasure filled the room as he relentlessly stroked and caressed me, sending me hurtling over the edge again and again, my body arching and shuddering in the throes of bliss.
Finally, he slowed his pace, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "You're mine now, aren't you?"
I could only nod, too spent to form words, my body still trembling from the intensity of my orgasms.
"Good girl.”
As the tension built between us, I felt his breath against my neck, hot and heavy, like a branding iron marking me as his. I knew he could sense my desire, my longing for him as strong as his longing for me.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked softly, his voice low and raspy with lust. "Because once we start, there's no going back."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking nerves. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I want this."
His hands gripped my waist, holding me tight against him. His eyes met mine, a mixture of tenderness and raw desire reflected in their depths. "Then let's do this," he said, his voice laced with determination.
He lifted me onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He pushed the hard tip of his cock up against my entrance.
We stared into each other's eyes as he slowly pushed inside me. I felt him stretch me open, his cock going deeper and deeper until it bottomed out. I moaned at the sensation, my body adjusting to his size and girth.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern flashing in his eyes.
I nodded, unable to speak through the pleasure coursing through me. "Yes," I managed to utter, my voice shaky and unsteady. "It feels . . . amazing."
He smiled, a triumphant grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. "That's what I like to hear, pet."
He began moving within me, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the feeling of our bodies connecting. As he picked up speed, my moans grew louder, my cries of pleasure ringing through the room. His thrusts became more urgent, more desperate as he sought release just as I gasped for breath, my body writhing beneath his. "Harder," I begged, needing the release as much as he clearly did.
He complied, his hips slamming into me with unyielding force. The bed creaked in protest, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me, the sound of our bodies slapping together, and the look of raw lust on his face.
"I'm going to come," I whimpered, my orgasm building rapidly now.
"Come for me, pet," he growled, his eyes blazing with desire. "Let me feel you shatter around me."
With those words, I exploded, my climax crashing over me like a tidal wave. My body convulsed wildly, my moans becoming screams as I rode out the intensity of my orgasm.
Nicholas's low growl signaled his own release, and he plunged into me one more time, pouring himself inside me. His body tensed above me, and then he collapsed, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
I lay there, my heart pounding in my chest, my entire body tingling. "That was…" I trailed off, unsure of what to say.
"Hmm?" Nicholas nuzzled my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
"It was . . ." I struggled to find the words. "More than I ever could have imagined."
He chuckled, his laughter rumbling through his chest and into my own. "I'm glad to hear that, pet."
We lay there for a few moments, our breathing slowing to a more even pace, our heartbeats returning to normal.
"I never thought . . ." I started, but my voice trailed off.
"What?" he prodded gently.
"I never thought I'd find this kind of connection with someone," I admitted, my cheeks flushing. “Especially not with you!”
Nicholas shifted, lifting himself up on one elbow and looking down at me. "Neither did I, Gemma. Neither did I."
His words sent a thrill through me, warming me from the inside out.
"So, what now?" I asked, tracing patterns on his chest with my fingertips.
"Now?" he echoed. "Now, we figure out what kind of life we want to build together."
A smile crept onto my face. "A life together?"
Nicholas's green eyes held mine, filled with a tenderness I'd never seen before. "If that's what you want, pet."
My heart skipped a beat. "I do," I breathed. "I want that, Nicholas. More than anything."
He smiled, and it was like the dawn of a new day. "Then that's what we'll have."
As he lowered his lips to mine, sealing our future with a kiss, I knew that whatever life had in store for us, we'd face it together. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid.
“I want to be Mrs. Claus.”
He smiled, kissed me, held me tight.
I deserved it. All of it.
I could feel it. New memories, good memories, taking away the pain of the past.
Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you enjoyed Gemma and Nicholas's story as much as I did. I LOVED this story. Gemma really deserved a happy ending, and what could be happier than ending up with the real Santa?!