Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Adrian
The insane grin spreading across my face was pure predator as I watched Isla dart into the shadows, her white lingerie and silver ribbons catching the Christmas lights like moonbeams against snow.
My angel, dressed like the most heavenly Christmas gift, running from me through our winter wonderland.
This would be the best game yet.
I gave her exactly thirty seconds—enough time to think she might actually escape, enough time for the adrenaline to flood her system and make her heart race.
The ski mask made my breathing sound harsh and animalistic, adding to the feral atmosphere crackling between us.
When I finally moved, it was with the grace of someone who lived for the hunt.
She was magnificent in motion—those gorgeous curves swaying with each step, the way her ass moved beneath the sheer fabric driving me absolutely insane.
The ribbons I'd seen tied moments ago were coming loose now, trailing behind her like silver streamers in the night air.
I tracked her movement through the decorated yard, noting how she used every obstacle to her advantage.
She was smart, my angel, weaving between the life-sized reindeer and ducking behind the ornamental sleigh. But I knew this property better than her, knew its hiding spots.
She made it to the SUV parked near the cabin's side entrance, and that's where our real game began.
I approached slowly, savoring the moment as she pressed herself against the vehicle's far side, breathing hard from her sprint.
Her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold and exertion, making her ocean eyes seem even more luminous in the holiday lights.
"Nowhere to run now, angel," I called out, my voice carrying easily in the cold air.
She peeked around the SUV's front bumper, and I caught the flash of her Santa hat before she ducked back. The sound of her breathless giggle sent heat straight to my cock.
She was enjoying this as much as I was.
I moved left, and she immediately darted right, both of us frozen in place when we found ourselves staring at each other across the vehicle's width.
The tension was electric, our breaths creating clouds of vapor in the frigid air.
"Adrian," she whispered, my name breathless on her lips.
I feinted right, and she squealed, spinning to go left—only to find me already moving to intercept.
We danced this deadly ballet for several more minutes, the anticipation building with each near miss, each moment our eyes locked across the metal barrier.
Her white lingerie was soaked now, the sheer fabric clinging to every curve and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
I could see her nipples peaking against the cold, could see the way her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath.
The moment came when she hesitated just a fraction too long, torn between two escape routes.
I pounced, vaulting over the SUV's hood like an animal and tackling her into the soft snow drift beside the vehicle.
We went down in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter, her squeal of surprise turning darker as I pinned her beneath me.
The snow was shockingly cold against our overheated skin, but neither of us cared.
"Caught you," I growled against her ear, my weight keeping her trapped while I savored the feeling of her body beneath mine.
"Adrian," she gasped, and I could hear the arousal in her voice despite the cold making her shiver.
I hauled her up against the SUV's side, pressing her back against the icy metal. She whimpered at the contact, the cold surface making her arch into my burning chest.
"Cold?" I asked with mock sympathy, my hands roaming over her soaked lingerie.
"Yes," she whispered, but her eyes were dark with desire.
"Remember the last time I had you pressed against a vehicle?" I murmured, my mouth finding the sensitive spot below her ear. "You were so scared, so vulnerable. But look at you now—my brave little angel, taking everything I give you."
Her response was a shuddering breath that had nothing to do with the temperature.
I spun her around in one motion, pressing her front against the SUV while I positioned myself behind her.
The contrast was incredible—her burning skin against the frigid metal, my heated body providing warmth at her back.
"This is so much better than last time," I continued, my hands finding the remaining ribbons around her waist and pulling them free. "Now you want everything that’s going to happen to you.”
"Yes," she breathed, the word misting in the cold air. “I want you.”
She was such a good girl, begging so prettily.
My left hand found her throat, fingers wrapping around the delicate column in a possessive hold that made her gasp and arch against me.
With my right, I traced the curve of her spine down to the swell of her ass, savoring every shiver and whimper my touch drew from her.
“I’m gonna take you right here," I growled against the shell of her ear, my breath creating a cloud of steam that mingled with the falling snow. "Going to fill every part of you under these Christmas lights."
My fingers traced the curve of her hip before sliding between her legs, finding the slick heat that betrayed just how much our chase had affected her.
Even in this frigid cold, she was molten for me—wet and ready and absolutely perfect.
I pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, groaning at the tight grip of her walls around my digits.
The contrast was shocking—her scorching interior while the winter air bit at every other inch of exposed skin.
"Fuck," I breathed, curling my fingers to find that spot that made her cry out. "You're soaked, angel. Dripping for me even in this freezing cold."
Her response was a broken whimper as I began pumping in and out of her, thumb finding her swollen clit and circling it with just enough pressure to make her legs shake.
The wet sounds of my fingers moving inside her, mixed with her gasps, created a symphony that was better than any Christmas carol.
I could feel her building, her inner walls starting to tighten around my fingers as I added a third digit, stretching her wider. Her hips rolled against my hand, chasing the friction she craved.
“Good girl,” I encouraged, increasing the pace of my fingers while my thumb worked her clit mercilessly. "Let the whole mountain know you're mine.”
When I added my pinky, filling her completely with four fingers, she cried out loud enough to disturb snow from nearby branches.
Her body was trembling, balanced on the knife's edge of release.
But I pulled away before she could come, ignoring her whimper of protest as I withdrew my soaked fingers. I needed her slick and desperate for what came next.
The red velvet of my Santa pants hit the snow as I freed my aching cock, the cold air a shock.
But the sight before me, my angel bent over and waiting, ribbons scattered in the snow around us like fallen stars, was worth any discomfort.
I coated my fingers with her arousal, then pressed them against her tight rear entrance. She gasped at the contact, her body tensing as I slowly worked one finger inside her ass.
"Relax," I murmured, my free hand stroking down her spine. "You know you can take everything I give you."
The second finger joined the first, scissoring gently to prepare her while she moaned and pressed back against my hand.
I could feel her body gradually accepting the intrusion, opening for me so sweetly.
When I was satisfied she was ready, I positioned my cock at her entrance—but not the one she expected.
My left hand wrapped around her throat in a possessive hold while my right guided me to her tight rear opening.
"Deep breath, angel," I warned, pressing the broad head of my cock against her prepared entrance. "I'm going to fill you up here.”
I pushed forward slowly, feeling her body stretch to accommodate my girth. She was impossibly tight, her muscles gripping me like a velvet glove as I claimed her torturously.
"Adrian!" she sobbed, her hands scrabbling for purchase against the SUV's icy surface.
When I was buried to the hilt inside her, I paused, savoring the feeling of complete possession. My angel claimed in the most predatory way in a bed of Christmas snow.
I slid my free hand around to find her dripping pussy, pushing three fingers deep inside her while my thumb found her clit.
My cock in her ass, my fingers filling her pussy, my thumb rubbing her clit—it all had her coming apart immediately.
She screamed as her first orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing around me while I held her steady against the vehicle.
I kept moving with slow, powerful strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving in deep again.
Each thrust was deliberate and dangerous, my fingers matching the rhythm as I worked her toward another peak.
The sounds she made were pure music—broken sobs and gasps that echoed through the winter air, mixing with the wet sounds of our bodies coming together.
"So good," I groaned, feeling my own release building at the base of my spine. "Taking me so perfectly, angel. Made just for me."
I increased the pace, driven by her desperate cries and the way her body was tightening around me. The hand on her throat tightened slightly, restricting her breathing just slightly.
When her second orgasm hit, it was with a scream that seemed to shake snow from the surrounding trees.
Her entire body locked up, muscles clamping down on both my cock and fingers with rhythmic pulses that dragged me over the edge with her.
My release exploded through me with the force of lightning, every muscle in my body going rigid as I emptied myself inside her with a groan. Pulse after hot pulse filled her while she trembled and gasped in my arms.
We stayed locked together in the aftermath, both gasping for air as the reality of standing naked in December snow slowly reasserted itself.
The Christmas lights overhead seemed to pulse in rhythm with our heartbeats, blessing our coupling with holiday magic.