Dark Christmas: A Bratva Next Door Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)

Melor pounces on me like a damn predator, pulling me up from my chair and lifting me up onto the kitchen bar. The cool surface of the bar sends a shiver up my spine as my bare skin touches it. I let out a surprised laugh as he presses his body against mine, his lips brushing my neck.

“Still covered in flour from work, I see.” His hands are already working on the button of my jeans.

I smirk, biting my lip. “I am. And you’re about to be covered in it, too.”

He grins, slowly tugging my jeans down, just enough to expose me to his touch. His fingers trail over my bare skin, sending a shiver through me as he leans in close. ‘Mmm,’ he growls, his voice thick with heat, ‘I bet your pussy’s even sweeter than those treats that you bake.’

Oh. My. God.

My breath catches, my entire body lighting up with a sudden, intense heat. I can feel myself getting wetter, the anticipation driving me wild.

His fingers slip under the waistband of my panties, teasing me, rubbing slowly and deliberately. My back arches, and I grip the edge of the bar, trying to keep myself together, but he’s driving me insane.

“You like that?” he whispers against my ear, his fingers working their magic. I bite back another moan, my heart racing, the heat between us growing with every second.

His other hand slips under my shirt, fingers sliding beneath the cups of my bra, rubbing my breasts, my nipples hardening under his touch. I let out a shaky breath as his hands work me over, teasing and coaxing every reaction out of me like he knows my body better than I do.

He drops to his knees, his hands gripping my hips, holding me steady. His lips move closer, brushing against the inside of my thighs, teasing me, making me wait for it. I gasp as he kisses higher, his lips soft and firm, my legs trembling in anticipation.

“Melor,” I whisper, barely holding it together.

He smirks, and then finally spreads me open, his tongue flicking out to taste me. The sensation sends me reeling—soft, wet, and just the right amount of pressure. He starts slow, licking up and down, teasing the most sensitive part of me with the tip of his tongue before circling it, driving me crazy.

I moan as his tongue works its magic, alternating between soft, torturous licks, and deep, hungry strokes.

It’s perfect, and I’m losing control fast.

He slips a finger into me, and a whole new level of pleasure takes hold. His tongue doesn’t stop, keeps working my clit with expert precision, while his finger moves inside, curling just right. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.

I’m so close, right on the edge, and he knows it. He slows down, making me squirm, and then pulls back just enough to speak.

“Ask for it.”

My breath catches, and I don’t hesitate.

“Please… I need it, right now.”

He licks me harder, faster, pushing me over the edge, and I come so hard I can’t even think, my entire body trembling, thighs clenching around him. I gasp, the pleasure overwhelming, and he grins as he stands, licking his lips.

“You taste delicious,” he growls, his voice rough with hunger. “I could eat that perfect pussy all damn day.”

I’m still riding the high, but I’m not done. Not even close. My hand reaches for his pants, undoing them quickly, pulling out his cock. It’s long, thick, and hard in my hand, the weight of it heavy in my palm. I admire it for a second, feeling it twitch under my touch, before guiding him closer.

“I need you deep inside me,” I say, my voice dripping with need as I place him right at my entrance, teasing him just like he teased me.

I rub myself with the head of his cock, loving how it feels grazing against me. His breath hitches, and I smirk, dragging it out for a moment longer. But then, just when I’m about to keep playing, he takes charge, grabbing his cock by the base and slipping it inside.

I moan instantly, my hips squirming. “More,” I beg, “Please, more.”

His eyes darken with that familiar hunger, and he doesn’t hold back. He gives me what I want, pushing deeper, stretching me out, filling me in that way only he can. I gasp, my nails gripping his arms as he glides all the way in. He feels so good, filling me so perfectly.

“God, you feel so fucking amazing,” he groans, his voice low and husky. He starts bucking into me, hard and deep, and I can’t help the sounds that escape my lips. The way he moves, how he takes control, is so sexy I can’t contain myself.

“You like that?” he murmurs, his words a little sweeter than usual, catching me by surprise. “You’re so perfect, wrapped around me.”

I gasp, my body trembling under his control, every word sinking in.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his tone softer than usual, but still dripping with that dirty edge. “You’re taking me so well. I could stay inside you forever.”

My heart races, and I can barely catch my breath. “Melor…” I manage to whisper.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

He thrusts harder, gripping my hips. “You’re mine. You know that, right? You belong to me.”

I moan again, feeling myself falling apart as his words push me even closer.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, his voice sweet and sultry. “Come for me. Let go. I want to feel you.”

His pace never slows, driving me right to the brink, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds before I shatter completely.

I can feel it building, the tension in my body coiling tighter with each of his relentless thrusts. His cock fills me perfectly, hitting all the right spots, but it’s not just that—it’s the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only thing in his world right now. His grip on my hips tightens, and I can barely hold back.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I can feel you. Let go, baby. I want to see you come for me.”

I can’t stop the moan that escapes, my body responding to him in ways I can’t control. He shifts, angling himself just right, and suddenly I gasp, my breath coming in short, desperate bursts.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, slowing down just enough to make it even more intense. His eyes stay locked on mine, and I see something deeper in them. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

I don’t know if it’s his words, or the way he’s taking his time with me, but I come undone, the pleasure ripping through me in waves. My nails dig into his arms as I cry out, my whole body shaking. Melor watches, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips.

He doesn’t stop, though. As I’m catching my breath, he lifts me effortlessly, carrying me over to the couch.

I look up at him, still dazed, but ready for more. He kneels between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs, his gaze hot and intense.

“Let me make you feel even better,” he says softly before leaning down and kissing a slow trail up my inner thigh, taking his time.

Melor’s lips work their way up my thigh, his touch sending sparks through my entire body. Every kiss, every brush of his fingers has me melting beneath him. He’s so slow, so deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch of me. My skin tingles with anticipation, my breath coming faster as he reaches the spot where I need him most.

“God, you drive me crazy,” I whisper, barely able to form the words.

He smirks against my skin. “That’s the idea.”

He shifts, positioning himself between my legs, his cock teasing at my entrance. But instead of rushing, he takes his time, pushing into me so slowly I can feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me again. I gasp, my hands gripping the couch, every nerve in my body tingling.

His eyes lock onto mine, and the intensity in his gaze is like nothing I’ve ever seen. This isn’t just about sex—it’s something deeper, more intimate, and it shakes me to my core. “You feel perfect,” he murmurs.

The rhythm he sets is steady but deep, each thrust pushing me higher, the heat between us building to a fever pitch. My body starts to tremble, and I know I’m close again.

“Come with me,” he growls, his breath ragged.

The mutual climax is unlike anything I’ve ever felt—intense, raw, and powerful. We fall apart together, my body clenching around him as we come in perfect sync, his deep groans mixing with my cries of immense pleasure.

I can feel the heat of him as he explodes inside me, filling me, and the sensation sends aftershocks rippling through my entire body. It’s an overwhelming mix of pleasure and connection that leaves me completely undone.

My breath is ragged, matching his, our bodies pressed together, both of us spent but still riding that high.

When it’s over, he leans down and kisses me hard, like he can’t get enough. I kiss him back and pull him closer before we finally collapse on the couch. I curl up against his chest and as his arm wraps around me, I realize just how safe I feel with him, how much I’m at peace. For a few perfect moments, I forget all about the danger lurking outside these walls. Right now, all I feel is happy.

“I’m sort of excited to show you off at Claire’s.”

“I’m not exactly a prize,” he says with a light laugh.

“You are, though,” I tell him, and watch as he shifts somewhat uncomfortably.

And just like that, the spell is broken.