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First published December 22, 2017


“I think I belong to him. I think I’m supposed to belong to him.”
It makes sense that Christmas makes us want to forgive each other, if only for a day. For Christmas, you see, is ultimately an act of forgiveness.
“I love the way he smells.”
“Frost on pine trees,” Kingsley said.
“Fireplace smoke in the distance.”
“New-fallen snow.”
“The way peppermint hits your nose,” she said, then laughed at herself. “We’re insane.”
“All his fault,” Kingsley said. “We were normal until him.”
“Damn straight we were. Both of us, little angels.”
“The only way you could ruin my Christmas is by leaving now,” Søren said, his words tender but his tone steel-tipped. “Burn the tree down, burn the house down, I don’t care. But don’t leave.”
“You two are going to kill me,” she said.
“And that,” Søren said, “is why the French call ‘orgasm’ the little death.”
“Fuck the little death,” Kingsley said. “That was almost a big death.”
“You’re eating his cookies?” Kingsley asked. “He didn’t say you could have any.”
“If you’ve sucked a man’s cock, you get to eat his cookies. In perpetuity. That’s the law.” Nora unbuttoned Kingsley’s coat for him and pushed it off his shoulders.
“Is it?” he asked, shrugging out of the coat.
“It is.”
“In that case,” Kingsley said, “give me one.”
God gave us His Son in an act of extravagant forgiveness. And we did try to break Him, and it looked like we had succeeded for a few days. Oh, but we didn’t break Him. Because Jesus is love and love, real love, can be dropped and kicked and knocked around, whipped and beaten and nailed to a cross. And yet it lives. True love lives and it lives forever.

“I think I belong to him. I think I’m supposed to belong to him.”
“Mais…it is Christmas. You want me at your threesome? Ask nicely. Gift-wrap it a little for me.”





Nora walked to Soren, placed her hands on his chest, and rose on her tiptoes to kiss him.
"Just when I think I have you all figured out," she said after the kiss, "you agree to a threesome on Crhistmas. or a twosome if Kingsley dies."
"I won't die," Kingsley said.

#erotic #third-person #threesome
My favorite quote:❤ Nora & Kingsley & Søren“All his fault,” Kingsley said. “We were normal until him.”


After months of fighting a cold war with Søren, Kingsley and Mistress Nora sneak over to Sacred Heart in the hopes of declaring a Christmas Truce for one night with their infuriating priest. When the offer of a truce is accepted, the UnHoly Trinity celebrates the holiday together as only they can.If you are familiar with Soren, Kingsley, and Nora, they are all true to character.