by Crimson Syn
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CHRISTMAS ANGEL
Sinful Holiday Romance
Crimson Syn
Contents
1. Eve
2. Christian
3. Eve
4. Christian
5. Eve
6. Eve
7. Christian
8. Eve
Epilogue
Epilogue Two
Coveted Desire
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Author’s Note
Stalk the Author
Also by Crimson Syn
For all my Angels who have been led astray , may love find you in the most intense way.
1
Eve
My friends had set me up on a blind date. I wasn’t one to ever agree to do this, but they’d badgered me so much I decided that the only way to make them stop was to actually give in and go. So here I was, seated at a bar in downtown Manhattan, waiting for the supposed white knight to arrive.
He is twenty minutes late.
Why I trusted my friends, was beyond me. I was wasting my time on a man who was not going to show. I shook my head, feeling a bit awkward as I sat here all alone. Taking a sip of my Citrus Martini I smiled up at the bartender as he came by for the third time.
“Can I get you anything else, love?” His Irish accent was a pleasant sound as it cut through the heavy chuckles and loud murmurs of people around me.
His bright smile was a complete contradiction to the current feelings that plagued me. That dreaded sense of nervousness slowly began to arise, followed by the familiar pang of solitude that settled deep in my chest. I quickly gulped down my drink as he watched me, a peculiar glint in his eye. Almost as if amused, as if he’d witnessed this before. He probably had. A woman getting stood up, gulping down citrus alcoholic beverages in sheer despair.
“One more of these, please.”
He nodded. “Anything you want, love.”
Turning slightly, I glanced around the room and took in the patrons. Some were laughing with friends, couples on awkward first dates, yet others sitting close and whispering their secrets to one another. I suddenly felt like a lost soul in the midst of a crowded room.
Why do I let them sucker me into this?
They had no idea how much it cost me to put myself out in the open like this. How hard it was for me to sit here, alone. I swallowed back the tears of anger as that vicious anxiety rolled over me. I hated that I couldn’t do normal things like normal people. That every little task would throw me into a whirlwind of doubt. It was always the same, the feeling of dread that consumed me. The fear that everything that could go wrong, would.
Looking down, I focused on my hands on the wooden bar top, the repetitive rhythm of my fingers tapping on it, the involuntary shake of my right leg.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths and calm down.
I wasn’t always like this. I used to be happy, carefree. But after the car accident, my head just wasn’t in the right place. The nightmares had subsided, and my weekly appointments with my therapist had helped some. But there were always the memories. The sound of the tires screeching, my Dad’s arm pinning my Mom to her seat, the shout Liam gave right before we struck. The face of the trucker who’d fallen asleep at the wheel still haunted me. I’d lost them all that night. Liam, my fiancée, had lasted a couple more days, barely breathing until the decision was made to pull his life support. I had no say in it all, it was his Mother’s decision, even though I begged her to wait. After that night, life sort of became a blur.
During that period in my life I withdrew from everything. I stopped hanging out with my friends, stopped calling, although they never gave up on me. I quit my job in the city and worked from home as a translator. Working on transcripts and captioning for a couple major television studios. I made it clear on my contract that I would only communicate with one person in the group, and I was not up for calls. If they needed to speak with me they could email me.
I lived a quiet life and hid behind a screen where I was a ghost. I didn’t have to put up with this façade of being the bright normal woman, when inside, I cringed at the thought of meeting new people. Being alone was easier, it was something I knew, it was safe. It was the only way I could keep from ever again becoming attached to someone. It was the only way to avoid heartbreak.
The bartender returned, that bright knowing smile on his face while he set the glass before me. “Can I order you something to eat, lovely?”
Lifting the glass to my lips, I shook my head and sipped slowly, enjoying the citrusy taste it left on my tongue. The front door swung open and a cold gust of wind swooped into the warm confines of the bar. I shivered as it swept up my legs, making me shiver. I turned to see who had so pleasantly left the door open and that’s when I saw him. He was shaking off the excess snow from his trench coat as he stood in the doorway. Finally stepping inside, the door slammed shut behind him. He looked up and I literally sat there, dumbfounded.
While he removed his coat and draped it over his arm, my eyes took him in. His charcoal tailored suit molded to his broad shoulders and thick muscles underneath. He was tall, clearly taller than most of the men in the bar. He had a pair of sharp blue eyes that flew past me as he assessed the place. He was clearly looking for someone. I squeezed my thighs tightly as I imagined his facial hair leaving behind red streaks of pleasure along my pale white skin.
Someone shouted nearby bringing his attention to me. His electric blue eyes met mine, and I quickly looked away. Closing my eyes, I could feel the blood rush into my cheeks. I bit down on my lips and slowly turned, being drawn in by him once again. His attention was fixed on me, and he arched a thick eyebrow as he let his eyes wander up my body. His gaze floated upward, starting from the tip of my black patent leather pumps to the soft nylon thigh highs I wore. As I shifted in my seat, he bit down on his lip and smiled. I’d never seen a sexier man. Following his eyes, I realized my black garter belt had become exposed to his amused, licentious glare. He smiled playfully, seductively, and his eyes continued their journey along the red silk of my dress, my curvy hips, lingering on the curves of my plump flesh.
Licking his lips, he paused on my plush breasts and they instantly responded to him, tightening into tiny little beads that wanted his attention. I knew he could see the hardened tips through the thin material of my dress. I wasn’t wearing a bra tonight, thanks to my best friend who had insisted I needed to look sexy. The dress she’d lent me barely held me inside.
His eyes shot up to mine and my body responded immediately. The delicate area between my legs began a delicious throb, and electricity hummed along my skin. In my life, had I ever felt such a connection before. It was instant chemistry, one I didn’t think existed.
I turned around and stared down at the orange swirl in my drink. He’d started to walk towards me-long purposeful strides headed right in my direction. I could feel his presence as he approached, the scent of his rich cologne hit me first, followed immediately by his warmth as he leaned against the bar. I tried ignoring him, focusing on the half empty cocktail before me. I slowly sipped, letting the heat of it travel down my throat while I tried to put aside the unbelievably strong attraction I felt for this man.
The deep notes of his voice rumbled as he ordered a vodka tonic.
The bartender looked from him to me and smiled, that knowing smile of his. I ignored him and took a much larger gulp of the alcohol in front of me. My eyes went to the man’s left hand which was thrumming a familiar beat on the wooden bar top. My own fingers following his rhythm. I immediately stopped, and I couldn’t help but stare up at him. My eyes traced his handsome silhouette, a broad forehead, the sharp angle of his nose, his thick bottom lip, a perfectly lined goatee sculpted his chin and upper lip, his teeth were clenched as my eyes travelled along his chiseled jawline. The man, was divine.
I was so wrapped up in his features, I wasn’t noticing his hands. I gasped in shock as I felt his fingertips roam playfully along the seam of my stocking. Acting as if he wasn’t doing anything inappropriate, he took a leisurely swig of his cocktail and set it down slowly.
“If you want me, just say it.”
I stared down at his hand, as it wrapped around my thigh and my eyes flew up to his. “Excuse me?”
He smiled before turning towards me. His eyes hooded with desire. “I feel it too,” he whispered.
My lips parted, and he growled deep in his chest. A raw guttural sound that drew me to him like a moth to a flame. His lips aligned with mine, his fingers sliding through my hair and pulling me into his hard, demanding kiss. His lips were soft, yet hard, the kiss was ardent and greedy.
The connection was overwhelming, and I pushed back at him, breaking the kiss. I hid my face in his chest, not knowing what to say, not sure if I could even talk. I was too confused by the emotions coursing through me. His fingertips slid gently across my jaw, a featherlike touch that calmed me. He pinched my chin gently, and tipped my head, so my eyes met his.
He smiled, a kind, warm smile that melted any resolve that had built in me. There was a spark, a realization that I had absolutely nothing to lose. That maybe this one man could make me feel something other than this numbness I’d felt for so long.
He leaned in, his lips lightly skimming my own. “Aren’t you a pretty thing. Don’t fret, Angel. I’ll only go as far as you let me.”
My breath hitched as his warm palm glided up under my tight skirt, and he shifted so he could shield us from view. I stared up at him shocked, and yet absurdly aroused. The dim fire he’d lit only kept growing as his strong hands slid up my fleshy thighs. His thumbs dipped forward, along my inner flesh, close enough to my core to have me on edge.
I gave out a slight whimper as he firmly tugged my knees open, placing himself between them. Biting my lip, loving his groan of appreciation as he hissed hotly against my lips.
“Let me take you home.”
“I…I don’t do this,” I whispered.
“Good. Cause I only want you doing this with me.”
He grabbed my hand and before I could even think, he was guiding me out of the safety of the bar and leading me to an unknown fate.
2
Christian
I was supposed to meet my best friend, Sam, at Apotheke. A swanky bar in the heart of Downtown Manhattan. I’d been excited when he called, it had been years since we’d seen each other. After my divorce went through a year ago, I decided I needed a new start. I moved back to New York and the first person I’d contacted was my old college roommate, Sam. He was happy to hear from me, making all these plans for us. I didn’t want to let him down, so I agreed to Christmas dinner and meeting here to catch up.
What I didn’t expect, was to come across the red headed angel with the emerald eyes that seemed to illuminate the entire room. She was perched on a stool in the corner of the bar, alone. Who the fuck would leave such a woman to drink alone, was absolutely ridiculous, but then again, I should thank them. For leaving an angel for me to find. When her eyes met mine, something stirred in me. Her eyes glittered like bright jewels as that connection was made, a hunger that lingered there, that I couldn’t deny myself.
From the moment I stepped through those doors, my focus was entirely on the beauty at the bar. Don’t get me wrong, picking up a beautiful woman at a bar wasn’t beyond me. Back in college, Sam and I would make bets to see just how many numbers we could get in one night. But that was a long time ago, before marriages, before children, before bitter divorces. But this wasn’t just any beauty, she was different. I immediately sensed she didn’t belong here, and by the looks of it, she was all dressed up, probably waiting on someone. It would be just my luck that the one person I’d felt a connection with, in so long, belonged to another.
She looked young, definitely younger than my thirty-eight years. And she looked wholesome, shy even. No, this woman was definitely not the type to let herself be picked up at a bar. This woman wanted the romance, the quiet dinner, followed by good conversation. She wanted to be seduced and shown that she’s the one. Yet here I was, undressing every inch of her sumptuous curves with my eyes. My cock hardening and eager to sink into her depths. Here I was, the wolf seeking his prey.
As her eyes held my steady gaze, there was a subtle need in them. A need to lose herself, to feel wanted, a yearning to be touched. I knew this because I’d seen that look before, reflected in my own eyes.
Forgetting everything, my plans, my trepidations, my inhibitions, I’d made my way toward the beauty. If she’d wanted to reject me, she could have tried, but I wasn’t the type to give up easily. Her nearness only stirred the craving in my loins. This predatory feeling overcame me, pulling me towards her, wanting to steal her for myself. I lusted after her, my hands itching to trace the contours of her curves, to pull her against me, to hear her whimpers of pleasure as I gave her what she needed.
The feel of her soft skin beneath the palm of my hand roused my cock up to full attention. I loved how her body instinctively responded to me. The way her blush painted her cheeks, and her body jumped as if shocked, it all told me just how long it had been since she’d been touched by a man. Even if she was trying to fight me, this attraction was just too powerful to turn our back to.
At the same time, I didn’t want her to think that I wanted her to give into me without a little hesitation. Her reluctance only pushed me to convince her that this was what we both needed, what she needed. As soon as I found that open window, I grabbed her by the hand, and ushered us into a taxi. She must have thought I was crazy as I hurriedly grabbed her and pulled her into the back seat of the first car I saw. I didn’t want to give her time to think, I wanted her to give into me without remorse. I didn’t know her name, nor did I ask. I simply took what I wanted as I slid her onto my lap, my lips silencing any doubts she was about to voice.
Passion.
That was the word that came to mind when she parted her lips, my tongue languidly gliding against hers, tasting her. She wrapped her arms around me, sighing and rubbing her curvy hips against my growing cock. Her body shifting, desperately seeking that closeness. My hands slid beneath her coat, travelling across the bare skin of her upper back, thumbs sliding down, grazing the curve of her breast. She moaned sweetly, and I took advantage of her heightened state to hold her tight, to cup her breasts, my thumbs coming across her hardened tips beneath the silky fabric.
Breaking the kiss, I gazed down at the plump flesh in my hands. I cupped and squeezed it, hissing as the tip of it suddenly peaked out.
“Fuck,” leaning in I took my first lick at her body. She whispered a soft expletive and I stared up at her, catching the hardened tip between my teeth and tugging lightly on it. My hands continued to wander up and down her stocking covered legs as her ass cushioned my cock, as her hips shifted while I did what I wanted to her body.
My fingertips found the hem of her dress, and as my mouth ran up her neck, my hands slid up underneath and squeezed the swell of her ass, my cock groaning from her sexy moan. My mouth found hers as I massaged the sumptuous flesh and I let her kiss me. Her tongue teasing mine, tasting me as I had done with her.
It felt like an eternity before we finally pulled up to my stoop. Five minutes later, I had her pinned up against the wall in the entrance of my brand-new apartment. Her
head thrown back in ecstasy as I dragged my tongue along the long expanse of her neck, biting at her chin. Continuing the path back down to her collarbone, loving her shivers as I nipped and sucked on her shoulder.
Her fingers slid through my hair, tugging the strands at the nape of my neck as I yanked her dress down, uncovering the tops of the two dewy domes that were concealed from me for far too long. My mouth watered at the sight of her delectable tits, and running my nose along their curve, I couldn’t help but to bite down on the side of each breast. Leaving my mark before dragging my tongue along her heaving chest, I mauled the other breast, sucking the tender flesh into my mouth, as heated whimpers escaped her lips. Yanking the rest of the silk down, I growled as her tits fell out, Two perfect teardrops with dark brown areolas, perfect for my mouth. I’d never been so hungry as I sucked her tight bud into my mouth, allowing myself to roll it between my tongue and teeth, suckling on it until I had her quivering in my arms.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, slurping up the other tip, loving how she struggled to breathe while the pleasure assaulted her.
“Ohhh, yes,” she managed to croak out as I fed on her tits, scraping my teeth along the puckered flesh.
I tugged the rest of her dress down, letting it pool at her feet as I continued to devour her like the sweet enticing piece of candy that she was.
Reluctantly, I took a step back, taking in the soft swell of her tummy, the curve of her hips, her lush thighs. I slid my jacket off and began to undo my shirt as I took my fill of her. Stepping out of the dress, she stood there, in her sexy as fuck garter belt, those nylon stockings, and the sluttiest black heels that defined the muscles of her legs. Her fingertips lingered on her nipples, covering them slightly as that blush crept up her cheeks. She was so fucking pretty as she watched me.
