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later, shall we?”
    I look behind me at the mug of hot chocolate and pick it up. It was already too thick and rich before and now that it’s cooled down, it resembles melted chocolatey mud.
    Without hesitation I dip my fingers into the mug, still warm, and start painting her body with it. I make my way up her soft stomach, alternating between painting it on and licking it right off, then smearing it up over her breasts, taking extra time over the hardened pebbles of her nipples.
    She gasps, looking shaky again, so I bring up the tinsel, pressing it in until it sticks. I slather on more chocolate – all over her delicate throat, her thin collarbones, her shoulders, her arms, moving around to her spine, the small of her back, her perky little arse. I get more tinsel, gold now and green, and continue to drape it around her, over and over again.
    I’m turned on as hell. My cock strains against my fly, nearly fighting its way out. I’m not sure how much longer I can last, hold it together. The thing is, this may be the strangest way anyone has ever tried to cheer me up or distract me but I’m sure as hell grateful I’ve got a mastermind like Kayla by my side.
    “Now the ornaments,” she says, adjusting her weight from foot to foot. I know she’s getting tired of standing so I make it quick.
    Luckily, the only ornaments in the box are of the soft felt variety. Nothing made of glass or metal that might shatter or hurt us the moment I decide to throw her to the ground. Because, let’s face it, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
    I only manage to get on a few ornaments. Hanging two from her ears, a few from her fingers, when I growl, “Okay, I’ve had enough. I want you on the floor, on your knees, now.”
    “Not yet,” she says, smiling like the she-devil she is. “You need to put on the star.”
    Oh for Christ’s sake. I look down into the box and see the wiry star topper. I grab it, stretch out the gold wires so that it might balance on top of her head, then place it up there. Her crown.
    I step back and admire her.
    “How do I look?” she asks, her metallic and chocolate body lit up by the strings of lights.
    She looks like a sexy alien queen, that’s what. Someone from the weird sci-fi porn movies Brigs used to smuggle into the house when I was a teenager.
    “You look like an angel,” I tell her, hoping that sounds better. “All lit up like Christmas tree. From another planet. Actually you might be the strangest thing I’ve ever seen.”
    “But still hot enough to fuck, right?”
    I can only growl in response. I stride over to her, feeling nothing inside me but hot blood and pulsing veins and the deep, deep need to ruin her. I created this gorgeous creature and now I’m going to defile her, revel in my power as creator.
    And even deeper than that, I feel nothing but love for this woman who holds me in such regard, who always wants to help, even when I can’t help myself.
    I grab her by the waist and force her down to her knees while being careful she’s not about to crunch any Christmas lights. Then I spin around her as she gets on all fours and I push the tinsel away from her arse. I knead her cheeks with my hands, sliding along the chocolate, spreading them and bringing them back together.
    Then with one hand around her small, tinsel-covered waist, I unzip my jeans and bring out my cock, hot and pulsing in my hand. I know she’s wet, I can practically smell her, and I press the purple head of my dick into her slickness, pushing in with a tight but easy thrust.
    I groan, taking a moment to let the silky, hot feel of her envelope me.
    Nothing on earth feels as good as this.
    As her.
    My Kayla.
    My glowing queen.
    Mine.
    Then, after a long, teasing pause – in and out – I let loose.
    The carnal, animalistic side of me takes over.
    The side we both love.
    I leave claw marks down her back, on her ass, on her thighs.
    I spank her.
    Defile her.
    Call her the dirtiest names.
    I pound her so hard