Little Snowflake: A dark romance novella, page 15
I feel down the centre of his chest and find the buttons. Temptation to yank his shirt open is strong, but I decide to make him wait and take my time. I carefully undo each button with all the time in the world before guiding his shirt off his shoulders. I feel him sit up slightly and pull it off. My hands caress his warm chest and I memorise every delicious groove and curve.
Shuffling my ass down onto his muscly thighs, I feel for his pants button and undo it, followed by the lowering of his zipper. I start pulling his pants and boxer waistbands down, and he lifts his groin to help. As I slowly pull, I feel Tristan sit up and pull me flush to his bare chest. His arms wrap around me and it feels like he takes his bottoms off himself.
“Impatient.” I whisper.
“Desperate.” He growls as he lifts me up slightly to readjust. “Now be a good girl and sit on my cock.”
A sudden jolt of pleasurable pain shoots into my core as I’m slammed down on Tristan’s cock in one quick thrust. A yelp of shock escapes my lips, but Tristan drinks it up as soon as it leaves my mouth.
He thrusts into me in a sitting position and I grind back down onto him. Sweat and moans fill the air around us, and the smell of sex makes the scene extremely erotic.
His tongue pays each of my nipples extra attention before his thumb reaches down between us and starts circling my clit.
The extra sensation lights a fire of pleasure inside of me and I can barely hold on to my sanity. My head begins falling back as the building fire finally explodes inside of me.
The lewd sound of Tristan fucking me as I come on his dick fills the air, but it’s barely audible over my screams of satisfaction. My body feels so weak that I can barely hold myself up, but the electric feeling running through my veins entices me to carry on.
“Fuck, baby.” Tristan’s moans sound like velvet in my ear. “You’re dripping on my dick. Turns me on so fucking much.”
His lips crash against mine as he places my own hands on his hard pecs. He lowers himself down backwards so he’s lying down, but I stay sat on his cock. I start rocking my hips as his hands fall to my waist, guiding me with each grind.
My clit grinds against his pelvis as I fuck him, making me light headed.
“Just like that, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.” His erotic compliment encourages me to carry on as Tristan’s pants of pleasure begin to louden. I begin fastening my pace as Tristan gets more restless, and we both begin gasping in unity.
His thighs begin tensing as my clit suddenly jolts in warning as the familiar euphoric high begins possessing us both. Tristan moans in pleasure as he begins thrusting into me during his release, and the slaps from his pelvis into my clit throw me into a wave of paralysing climax. My body can’t hold itself as I slump forward onto Tristan while tears of pleasure fall from my covered eyes.
Tristan’s groans are music to my ears as his come starts dripping from my pussy. He pushes it back inside me with his cock as he leaves a trail of gentle kisses up my neck, before placing one on my swollen lips.
My eyes are suddenly assaulted with bright lights as the blindfold is released from my eyes. I blink a few times to adjust to the brightness before my eyes focus on the most perfect bearded man in front of me.
His fingers brush a stray piece of hair from my face and my heart squeezes from the tender action. I need to bottle this man and sell his essence as the perfect boyfriend essence.
“Wait here,” his sudden words pull me from my affectionate day dream as he lifts me off him and disappears around the corner. He comes back dressed in all black sweats, holding a towel, some underwear and a navy hoodie.
“Open your legs,” he instructs and I do what he says without questioning him. He cleans me up with the towel, before putting my underwear on me and lifting his navy hoodie over my head.
“Sit.” He nods down at the blanket we are on and I sit on my knees as he crouches opposite me. He seems nervous and on edge, which is completely unlike Tristan. Anxiety bubbles inside me and nausea reminds me that it’s only one urge away from making me throw up.
My eyes widen in fear as I worry Tristan is about to leave me. Fighting back tears makes me feel sick.
“P, baby,” His sudden stern tone adds to my worry, but he begins shaking his head. “It’s not what you think.”
But how does he know what I think? Nothing good ever starts with that sentence.
Tears threaten to fall from my lash line and Tristan notices as his brows pull together in sorrow.
His hands grab mine as he squeezes them gently before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a red velvet box.
My lungs forget how to intake air as I stare at the box in front of me. A gorgeous circular diamond ring stares back at me with smaller diamonds lining the band.
Shock engulfs me first as I try to make sense of what the fuck is happening. Stupidity comes straight after as I remember thirty seconds before I thought we were breaking up. But then pure joy leaves me floating on a cloud of bliss.
He’s my everything and a life isn’t worth living if he’s not in it.
Tristan
Deep, cool breaths fill my lungs as I try to calm my nerves. Pria stares at the ring box as I kneel on one knee mesmerised by her. She could be sleeping and I'm still enchanted by her whole existence. I simply cannot live without her.
“Baby,” I use my free hand to grab hers, “my life began thirty-five years ago, but I didn’t start living until I met you. You awoke every live wire inside of me and showed me how to truly love. I’ll always support you. Love you. Fight for you. You’ll never live a day in fear because you have me as your protector. I’m not me without you by my side, and my world isn’t livable without you in it.
“Before I ask, I want to read you this poem from Sir Sidney Philip.
“My true love hath my heart, and I have his. By just exchange one for the other given: I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; There never was a bargain better driven. His heart in me keeps me and him in one …”
I gulp the lump in my throat down so I can speak without stuttering. “Pria Grace Romano, will you marry me?”
Tears stream from her eyes as she blubbers our incoherent words. I try not to laugh at her cuteness, but cloud nine is where I’m currently sitting, I can’t help but smile at her.
“SÌ, yes!” Her excited squeal follows after her confirmation and her arms fling around me. Lifting her into the air, I spin her around as we laugh in unison. I never want to put her down, but I want to see the ring on her finger first.
Placing her gently on her feet, I take out the ring and slide it onto her ring finger. It fits her like a glove, like our love is made for each other.
“I love you so much, my little snowflake.”
“I love you so much, Tristan De Santos.”
And just like that, the devil and angel team up to form an allegiance, devoting their lives to each other. Soon to be Pria De Santos, I can’t wait to see my girl walking down the aisle to take my hand in marriage.
Loyalty, trust and love glue the bonds together to create the best partnership I could’ve ever fucking asked for. My life is fucking complete.
It’s me and her against the world, because she will forever be my person, my always, and my home.
THE END
Acknowledgements
I have no clue where to start with thank you's because there's so many people who have helped make this happen, so I'm just going to wing it.
First and foremost, thank you to my fiancé for believing in me. Thank you for your constant encouragement and words of positivity which helped me power on through. All those back tickles while I typed away helped more than you can ever imagine. Thank you for helping me pursue this and not letting me quit. Thank you for listening to me ramble on about characters and story lines and pretending to know what I was on about. Thank you for keeping this private hobby of mine a secret. I couldn't be here without you. Thank you so much for coming on this journey with me.
P, Thank you for being my right hand woman and constant motivator. Your positivity and reassurance has made this possible for me. It warms my heart knowing I'll always have you by my side no matter what. Your support keeps me going and I can't wait to see this book on your beautiful shelf.
My brother, for saying to me once "have you wrote a book yet?" That was the push I needed.
Ria, my editor, for being on my writing journey with me from the very start. One unfinished manuscript and one completed one and you've always stuck by me, offering the best support. Thank you so much, Ria. I couldn't have done this without you.
Silver, for going above and beyond with this cover! It fits the story perfectly. Your talent is unmatched.
Anna, for always giving me answers and support when I come to you with random questions. Your advice has been an absolute lifesaver!
All my author friends who have offered support and advice whenever it's needed. The author community has always been a safe space for me to be thanks to you guys.
Yvonne, Rosa and Bree for BETA reading for me! Your advice helped me edit my first book baby and make it the best it could possibly be. Bree, thank you for such in depth feedback. You went above and beyond with the word doc!
ARC readers, thank you for your interest in Little Snowflake! I was not expecting any more than five people to apply for an ARC, so for all you lovely people to want to read my work fills me with such love and adoration. You guys are so important to indie authors. Your opinion really matters to us.
And finally, thank you to the readers for picking this book up and reading. As a baby author in this community, it can be scary, but to have readers support me, it makes me feel welcome here. I hope you've enjoyed reading Little Snowflake and once again, thank you for reading, it means more than you can ever know.
About the Author
Esme is a new author with a crazy imagination. She has always made up crazy scenarios, but just let them run free in her mind, using them as her night time dream scenarios. It soon turned into writing on Wattpad (shout out to all the Marvel fanfics), to falling onto booktok and writing her own book. Esme loves creating new characters and telling their stories through words on paper for readers to explore.
In her free time, Esme loves to read and spend time with her fiancé, her pup, friends and family. She lives in the UK and is a complete home bird, so she practically lives on her sofa with a book in hand, with her fingers tapping away on her laptop or re-watching Marvel movies with her better half (because she's obsessed).
Esme Lennon, Little Snowflake: A dark romance novella
