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her, but when he moved up her body and held her close, she’d closed her eyes and blissed out. When she opened them again some half an hour later, he’d pulled the blanket over them both and fallen asleep too and she was curled around his back. Kissing his shoulder blades and drinking in the scent of him, Sophie thought of the majesty of their sex, of how generous he was as a lover.  
    Shifting slightly, she reached out for the vial of oil, tipped a little into her palm then replaced the lid and spooned herself around him again, inhaling the scent and thinking about his gift. A golden sleigh-bell containing frankincense and myrrh; the classic Christmas trio translated into Viking sexy in the hands of Lucien Knight, the wisest man she knew.  
    He moved back against her when she wrapped her arm over his hip, settling closer into her crotch. He was already half way to hard as he slept, and when her oiled hand slid around the length of him he stiffened, sighing a little under his breath with sleepy, unchecked pleasure.  
    Sophie shushed him, her cheek pressed against the warmth of his back, loving the silken, solid length of his cock in her hand. Lucien made a low sound in his throat, a noise of pure carnal lust as she hooked her calf over his and pulled him back towards her, straightening him, giving her fuller strokes and more control. He was awake now and fully engaged, she knew so because he groaned her name into his pillow and then turned over to face her, lying pressed against her, positioning himself.  
    It was easy, loving sex, natural as breathing, his oiled cock slipping inside her when she wrapped her thigh over his.  
    ‘I love you like this,’ she whispered, when he cradled his arms around her body.  
    ‘I love you all the time,’ he said, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, and then kicking up the heat when he kissed her lips, his tongue licking hot and sensual into her mouth as they moved together.  
    It was one of those special times, one of those unhurried, fabulous fucks, one of those I-love-you-so-much fucks that slowly becomes an I-need-you fuck and then explodes into a sex-with-you-is-the-best-thing-in-the-whole-damn-world fuck.  
    ‘God Jul,’ he said, kissing her forehead afterwards, still breathing hard. The sound of the unfamiliar words spoken in his native tongue sent a low thrill through Sophie's exhausted limbs.  
    ‘God Jul, Princess. Merry Christmas.’  
     
    ‘Someone’s banging on the door,’ Sophie said a couple of hours later, sitting bolt upright from her comfortable position lying naked once again in Lucien’s denim clad crotch, listening to more of Wuthering Heights.  
    Lucien frowned, getting up and dragging his t-shirt over his head before approaching the door. It was after seven in the evening and the storm was intensifying out there. This wasn’t a night for unexpected visitors.  
    ‘Go into the bedroom,’ Lucien suggested, correctly interpreting Sophie’s expression of panic as he glanced out of the window into the darkness. ‘And -’ he looked back at her with wry amusement ‘- Don’t even think about putting any clothes on.’  
    Sophie dashed across the floor and closed the bedroom door behind her, pressing her ear to it see if she could hear anything. She made out a voice she didn’t recognise, male. He spoke in Norwegian, as did Lucien, removing any hope of Sophie gathering what the conversation was about.  
    Was it selfish to hope that there wasn’t anything wrong? Anything that might call Lucien away or require them to offer hospitality? Having another human, any other human, in the cabin, felt like an intrusion into their own personal Narnia, as unwelcome as if the snow queen herself had come looking for shelter. Oh God! Please don’t let it be someone seeking refuge. How would she explain the fact that her lover had locked all of her clothes in the car?  
    Bereft of information and feeling impatiently fidgety, Sophie climbed into the gorgeous