The Christmas Charm (New Adult Holiday Love Story) Read Free Page A

tell me about this power that I have. What’s your power?”
    “Come, sit down. Like your father, Santos, you are a fire faery. The chain your nana gave you helps you to channel your powers to protect you – actually, to protect you and whoever is with you. Take a look at the design of the chain. Notice its twisted appearance, how the strands move in and around each other, all the way around the chain. This twisting enables it, and you, to   focus your fire more strongly on attackers.”
    “What about the pendant? The lapis lazuli and the hand wrapped around it?” Allie asked.
    “This holds no particular powers. Your nana slipped that on as her own gift to you. The chain belongs to your family and it is handed down through the generations, from one fire faery – or, in the case of a male child, a fire faerie – to the next. This is a very old chain, and you will hand it down to your child when the time is right,” Emilio explained. As he thought about Allie being with child, his smoldering desire for her flared hot and high once again. It reached out to Allie, who looked at Emilio with luminous gray eyes. He reached out to her.
    Allie felt the force of Emilio’s desire. Her own wanting for him burst into a searing conflagration that started in her middle and shot down toward her woman’s center. She moaned softly. She felt his lips on hers. As they kissed, the heat of their passion seemed to sear both of them.
    Allie wrenched Emilio’s shirt open, buttons popping and flying all over the quiet, luxuriously appointed room. Moving to the waistband of his pants, she pulled the buckle open and pushed the zipper down. As she pushed his pants down, she saw the unmistakable evidence of his arousal – he was fully erect, long and rock-hard. Allie felt a droplet sliding down her vulva as she saw his shaft pulsing.
    Emilio let go of her arms and pulled his jacket off, feeling hot. He pushed Allie’s backpack and coat off her shoulders, then yanked her sweater over her head. Seeing her lovely, rounded breasts, he palmed them in both of his hot hands. As he touched her, he felt his magic leaving, making him simply a man with her.
    He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. Seeing the dark-pink areolas and nipples, his shaft throbbed, seeming to become even harder. He unbuttoned her snug jeans and pushed them, along with her lacy, tiny panties, down her slender, rounded hips. Bending down, he retrieved a condom from his wallet and, after he ripped the packet open, he began rolling it on himself.
    Allie, seeing him take steps to protect the two of them, stilled his hands. She made rolling the condom onto Emilio a sex act in itself. As she rolled it over the full length of his stiffness, his hips jerked twice and he gave a guttural, wordless growl. As she saw the evidence of his arousal, she whimpered softly.
    Emilio, hearing her broken cry, picked her up and took her to the king-sized bed. Placing one knee on the mattress, he gently lowered her, lying next to her. Their legs tangled with each other and Allie felt the tip of his distended shaft prodding her between her legs.
    Wanting him, needing him inside her, she pulled him quickly over her, beginning to kiss him deeply. Her tongue invaded his mouth, beginning to mimic the act that would soon consummate their relationship.
    Emilio’s tongue tangled with Allie’s, thrusting and parrying as it presaged what he was so close to doing. He covered her body more completely with his own, shifting her legs farther apart. Kissing her hard, he pushed himself within her, groaning as he felt her tightness sheathing him.
    Allie felt him filling her with his hardness and hot tears escaped her eyes. It felt so . . . right, so inevitable that they would be here on this bed, making love with each other. Feeling Emilio moving within her caused her to erupt inside. Her desire for him multiplied tenfold and she wrapped her legs and arms around him, moving with him. She moved quickly toward her