When the Snowman Whispered – Christmas Magic Read Online Kenya Wright

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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
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I moaned, “Remy.”

“Yes. Say my name.” He lowered and gently pulled me down with him. “I want you to whisper my name as you ride me. Isn’t that what you thought about when you carved my body?”

I lay in his arms, shocked, and in a daze.

“How did you picture me thrusting inside of you?” He devoured my lips again and then buried his face between my breasts.

“La-di-da-di-da-di-da.” That music box melody came on and played louder than before. The scent of juniper berries floated between us.

“Tell me, Faith,” he whispered. “Tell me what you thought about.”

I lay on my back. Ice crunched against my body, but it didn’t hurt or feel cold. It all felt right. Everything made sense. If I didn’t think about it for too long. If I let myself fall into the magic of it all, then it all seemed okay.

This is a dream. I can do what I want. I was just flying for god’s sake.

Remy laid a trail of kisses along my thighs. “Whatever you know about love, forget it. Tonight, I’ll show you what love is.”

“Remy,” I whispered. Every part of me blazed on fire. I was surprised the snow didn’t melt around us. I dripped for my snowman. I craved his icy body, relished in the white glow and the snowy hard cock that sprung up to my view. And there, I drowned in cold pleasure—blind, dizzy, and breathless.

He groaned. “Do you want to feel me inside of you?”

Those diamond pupils glimmered in that sapphire gaze.

My pussy moistened further. “Yes.”

“Do you understand what’s happening between us?”

“No.” I blinked. “But, I’m probably going to put myself in a mental hospital after all of this.”

“Don’t do that. Then, I couldn’t visit you.”

“Can you visit me now?”

“Yes, but only on this land and only when the full moon hangs above us and magic flows below.” He spread my legs apart. “Keep the mojo bag on you always. It helps. When a full moon is in the sky, walk out to me.”

I was about to say something, but his fingers traced along my throbbing folds.

I moaned.

He circled my clit with his thumb, playing with my pussy and grinning with amazement the whole time. “I can’t believe I can touch you.”

“Me either,” I gasped.

“I have to lick you right here.” He rubbed my bud some more.

I could barely catch my breath. I ached everywhere. I had to have him—in me, on me—pushing and shoving his icy cock into my flesh, making me his. I yearned for him between my legs. No desire had ever been this bad. No man had ever made me want to beg. “Please . . .”

“Please what, sweet Faith?”

“Make love to me.”

His skin rippled as he licked his lips. “Yes. Just don’t wake up.”

He laid down on me and I shook with longing. “Please.”

Just as I thought he was going to thrust inside of me, he lifted me back up, his wings spread, and we rose high into the air.

“Remy!” I climbed his waist again, my hard nipples pressing against his chest. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to the clouds.”

“No!”

“Yes! I want to have you in the clouds.” He landed cold kisses all over my flesh. “I want the stars to see how loud you moan.”

And he did.

Naked, we floated in a fluffy mist, high up in the night sky. The multi-colored stars twinkled within the mystic fog.

He flew faster.

We rose high above the earth.

When he finally entered my body with his huge cock, I no longer cared if I fell from the sky. All I could think about was that thick length as I slipped up and down on it, moaning into the wind and begging him not to stop.

Stars sparkled over us.

“This is heaven.” He held my waist as I bucked my hips, meeting his thrusts each time. “This is what I died for.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I exploded around his cock. My body spasmed with orgasm after orgasm. I dripped all over him. And he roared like the sex god he was. His voice echoed in the sky.

Some of the clouds separated.

Still, he thrust into me more. His cock moved with a seductive rhythm. It rode the music box’s melody. It strummed at my insides, until I became his instrument to play anyway he wanted.

“Remy,” I moaned.

“Sweet Faith.”

Chapter 6

Faith

“C

old!” I woke up in my bed, naked and covered in snow. I had to brush ice away from my thighs and legs. Cold liquid melted into my hands and numbed my fingers.

Still, I swept all the ice away.

What the hell happened to my shirt? I know I had something on. How did snow get in here?

I looked up. My window was wide open. A freezing wind blew in. Snow batted against the curtains and dropped onto the bedroom floor.

There were at least three inches of snow on the floor in front of the window.


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