the while as their bodies cooled from their passion, she caressed him and luxuriated in the feel of him. She enjoyed it as he did the same to her.
A sigh left his lips. “I can’t believe I am going to be doing this with you forever.”
“Having sex?” She gave him a light punch in the arm. “You don’t do bad work in that department.”
“I mean loving you and holding you like this every night.” He grinned before giving her a smacking kiss on the lips.
“Me too.” Neeva never knew she could find happiness again, and now she had it in the arms of her own personal Santa Claus. “I love you, Nicholas Kringle.”
“My love is yours, Neeva, soon to be Mrs. Claus.”
That simple statement made her giggle. Much later, when the revelers were gone from the beach and the only sound was the water hitting the sand, they went out into the night. Her house would be closed for a while, and her business had a sign on the door letting customers know she’d be gone. Outside on the beach stood two rows of reindeer and a huge red sleigh. He bundled her up in the seat under furs and blankets before climbing in next to her.
“What about you? Won’t you get cold?” Neeva asked.
Nicholas explained. “Honey, I was born in a cavern of snow in the middle of the North Pole. We don’t feel the cold.”
“Will your family like me, your mother and father?” Gods or not, parents were parents, and Neeva felt nervousness in the pit of her stomach.
“My mother will love you, and my father as long as you show him how to make rum punch will adore you.”
“Lucky for me, I brought the batch I made.” .
Nicholas gave her a lingering kiss before he took the reins and called out a command in a language she did not understand. They rose into the sky without even a bump, and soon her island home was gone from sight. Magic had brought her a love to last the span of time. To Neeva, it was a Merry Christmas after all.
The End
To all my readers:
Never stop believing in magic no matter how impossible it seems. Never close your heart off to love because it always finds its way into our life no matter what.
From me and my family to yours, Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year. We wish you peace, blessings, and wishes for a year full of joy and happiness.
Dahlia Rose
About the Author
Dahlia Rose is the best-selling author of contemporary and paranormal romance with a hint of Caribbean spice. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her four kids, who she affectionately nicknamed “The Children of the Corn,” and her biggest supporter and longtime love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, sci-fi, and the things that go bump in the night. Books and writing are her biggest passions, and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books.
A sigh left his lips. “I can’t believe I am going to be doing this with you forever.”
“Having sex?” She gave him a light punch in the arm. “You don’t do bad work in that department.”
“I mean loving you and holding you like this every night.” He grinned before giving her a smacking kiss on the lips.
“Me too.” Neeva never knew she could find happiness again, and now she had it in the arms of her own personal Santa Claus. “I love you, Nicholas Kringle.”
“My love is yours, Neeva, soon to be Mrs. Claus.”
That simple statement made her giggle. Much later, when the revelers were gone from the beach and the only sound was the water hitting the sand, they went out into the night. Her house would be closed for a while, and her business had a sign on the door letting customers know she’d be gone. Outside on the beach stood two rows of reindeer and a huge red sleigh. He bundled her up in the seat under furs and blankets before climbing in next to her.
“What about you? Won’t you get cold?” Neeva asked.
Nicholas explained. “Honey, I was born in a cavern of snow in the middle of the North Pole. We don’t feel the cold.”
“Will your family like me, your mother and father?” Gods or not, parents were parents, and Neeva felt nervousness in the pit of her stomach.
“My mother will love you, and my father as long as you show him how to make rum punch will adore you.”
“Lucky for me, I brought the batch I made.” .
Nicholas gave her a lingering kiss before he took the reins and called out a command in a language she did not understand. They rose into the sky without even a bump, and soon her island home was gone from sight. Magic had brought her a love to last the span of time. To Neeva, it was a Merry Christmas after all.
The End
To all my readers:
Never stop believing in magic no matter how impossible it seems. Never close your heart off to love because it always finds its way into our life no matter what.
From me and my family to yours, Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year. We wish you peace, blessings, and wishes for a year full of joy and happiness.
Dahlia Rose
About the Author
Dahlia Rose is the best-selling author of contemporary and paranormal romance with a hint of Caribbean spice. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her four kids, who she affectionately nicknamed “The Children of the Corn,” and her biggest supporter and longtime love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, sci-fi, and the things that go bump in the night. Books and writing are her biggest passions, and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books.
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