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explore her sweetness. He couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to.
    Eric leaned forward, brushing his lips along hers. She gasped, leaning into him the best she could in her bonds, her mouth opening enthusiastically. She returned his kiss, desperate, demanding, hungry. Her tongue twisted with his, brushing along his teeth and the inside of his lips.
    God, it felt good. She tasted amazing, like ambrosia-covered Christmas cookies.
    He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, supporting her as she struggled to reach him in her confinement. This was how they should always be, touching, kissing, holding, making her come with blissful screams. He’d never thought he could have it all, everything he wanted in one amazing velvet-wrapped package.
    Eric pulled back, his lungs burning with lack of oxygen as his body longed to stay close. He smoothed his palms down her back, careful not to touch her molested ass. No doubt the sensitive area would continue to be rubbed through the rest of the night he had planned, but he didn’t want that pain invading their kiss. This kiss was about them, about the longing and need of four long, restrained years, the beauty of her lips. Not naughty wish lists, domination, or dark-pained passion.
    He kissed her temple, breathing in the vanilla spice smell of her hair, warm and sweet like fresh-baked apple pie. Her small body easily folded into his, comforting and soft, like coming home for the holidays. The rightness of the moment bounded through him, settling in his chest. This was where she was supposed to be, in his arms, held tight and cherished.
    He had a wild notion to untie her wrapping, to release her hands so she could caress him wherever she pleased, to enclose him in her embrace. He’d intended to keep her a prisoner all night long, to show her exactly how much pleasure he could give her within her wrapping, slowly checking off each of her naughty wishes, some of them maybe twice. But suddenly the need to feel her fingers on him, exploring him as he did her, pulling him closer, demanding more, was almost overpowering.
    Callie arched her hips into him, brushing along the extended length of his cock. A growl ripped from his throat as she ground deeper into his groin, making the decision for him. Her eyes darkened to a deep pine. Her demand incited his dominant urges.
    “On the bed,” he commanded, releasing her with a slight tug on her bow. There would be plenty of time for soft loving and sweet words in the morning. He only had tonight to deliver all her naughty Christmas wishes.
    Callie nodded, her eyes large and glazed. There was a softness about her face, an ease she hadn’t possessed the day before. His chest swelled. He’d given that to her.
    He grabbed her chin, redirecting her eyes to his. He glared down at her, silent, tightening his thumb and forefinger a fraction. She mewled, soft as a kitten, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.
    “Yes Santa,” she recited in submission, licking her lips until he almost growled at her. The desire to pull her lush mouth back to his, holding her captive with his lips until she begged to call him Santa again, raged through him.
    He released her, dropping his arms to his sides, stepping back to give her space to submit to his commands. She wandered the few steps to the bed, her legs shaky beneath her. She shifted her arms, trying to release her fastenings, but they hardly moved, tied tight with a double-knotted bow.
    Callie let out a gasp as her roughened behind hit the cool sheets. The same sheets that had starred in so many of the fantasies he’d concocted around Callie over the years, close to but not anywhere as amazing as this night. The reality of Callie far exceeded the dream, and he’d only just begun. Pushing back and settling herself into the center of the bed, Callie lowered her head slightly, unaware of the beautifully submissive picture she made.
    Eric stalked to the foot of the bed, grabbing both of her ankles