Chapter 3 Between my sheets

Covered in ointment for his wounds, and with some towels on his forehead, that's how Santa took care of Lyan, this complete stranger would have burst into his life, so suddenly, but for a very strange reason he didn't want him to disappear from it.

Holding her hand, soft and warm, loaded with calluses, Santa stares into Lyan's eyes, who could barely see her because he was covered by a wet towel that covered his left eye and part of his right, sore from the stab wounds he had received for mishandling on his part, mishandling that Santa did not even suspect.

— Lyan, it's time for dinner, you're going to get malnourished if you keep lying there without eating. Lyan replied:

— All I need is to eat the meat of your lips, which make me hot, to which Santa blushes, and replies: — I'll be forced to comply with your daring request if you insist a lot...

Just then, Lyan with the strength he had left, holds Santa's hand, very strong, to which Santa bites his lips and squeezes Lyan's pants in the front.

Santa gets up from the bed and says, come so we can finish what you wanted to start a while ago between my sheets...

Lyan could barely move, and rolling as he could, he moves to Santa's bed that was a few steps from where he was lying.

Santa throws herself on her bed and automatically takes off her dress and stays on her in panties, to which Lyan responds to said action, placing her lips on Santa's left side, and begins to kiss her gently, between moans of pain , but delusions of pleasure keeps going up, and keeps going up, until he feels the humidity that Santa's body gave off.