Chapter 12 Xavier
XAVIER
Letting people in wasn't something I did easily. I could count on one hand the number of people who truly knew me.
My dreams, my desires, my fears, and looking at this Goddess in front of me, I already knew I would give her anything she asked for.
I would try to make every single one of her dreams a reality, if she decided to stay.
I had no idea where her mind was, what was hiding behind those silver eyes, but I was too far gone, too high on her scent, on her lips to care right now.
This was more than our bodies demanding a release.
This was me needing her more than anything else.
More than revenge against my father, and I was done pretending that she wasn't already living in the right chamber of my heart, hidden from the rest of the world, because if they knew what this girl meant to me, they would try to take her away.
But she was mine.
Today, tomorrow, for fucking eternity, she was mine and I would do everything in my power to show her, to make her see how much I fucking needed her.
My hands landed on her bent knees, drunk on the sight of her pretty pink pussy just in front of me. My mouth watered, my tongue dragging over my bottom lip as I crawled between her legs, dragging my forefinger through her folds. "You're soaked, baby girl," I grunted. "Is this for me?"
"Y-Yes."
"Good girl."
She was mine. All fucking mine, and I couldn't wait to erase the uncertainty still shining through her eyes, proving to her that we were meant to be together. I knew what I wanted, what I needed, what I fucking craved, and Yara Quinn was made for me.
She can try to run, she can try to hide and give me a thousand reasons why the two of us could never work, but deep inside my soul I know that hers was there when our atoms split, at the beginning of time when the souls lost their other half.
And if she still couldn't see it, if she still couldn't allow herself to feel it, I would show her.
I would give her reasons to keep on choosing me, because there was nobody else in this world I would ever want. There was no one else that could appease the beast living inside of me. The beast that only ever went quiet when she was around.
Her rosy cheeks darkened more as I bent down, dragging my nose over the top of her mound, drunk on the smell of her, on the fact that she was allowing me to do this.
Tonight was about showing her she mattered. I didn't need a psychology degree to see how much her parents had fucked her up. I didn't need to know everything to see how much she struggled and why she tried to do everything on her own.
I wanted her to see me, to understand that this wouldn't be the last time for us. She was too lost in the trauma of what happened, in the darkness of the past surrounding her mind. I could see it as clear as the day that she just wanted to forget, to pretend she was somebody else.
And she could.
With me she could do anything, be anyone, but I yearned for the day when she would look at me and see the man made for her. The Harvest was in three days and I hoped we would have enough time for her to understand what would happen. What needed to happen.
But it didn't matter. I didn't want to be just another asshole in her life, but once she saw how good we could be together, how perfect we were for each other, she would understand. She would be pissed after The Harvest, but I was ready for her anger.
I was ready for her rage because I would give anything to see the outburst of emotion coming from her, and not that apathetic smile she carried around as if she didn't care about a single thing.
My tongue snuck between her folds, swirling around the small bundle of nerves, while she buckled, her back arching off the bed. "X-Xavier!" Her whimpers, these little sounds, the broken syllables and the need in her voice mirroring my own, were music for my ears.
I looked up, my eyes connecting with her hooded ones, as my hips moved of their own volition, dragging over the sheets on the bed, chasing the release I needed as desperately as I needed her.
Nothing but my own hand was used to find the release since she crashed into my life.
The lace underwear I stole from her room was covered in my cum, almost unrecognizable, but I didn't have it in me to feel bad about it.
She had no idea what hold she had on me. She had no fucking idea I would kill, maim and destroy anyone who dared to separate us. I would burn this entire town if it meant I would get to keep her.
My forefinger joined my tongue, dragging from her backside, to the opening my cock wanted to push through. But patience. Patience was what I needed now.
"Fuuuuuck," I groaned, lapping at the juices dripping from her, covering my chin, my lips, my fucking nose. Wrapping a hand around my cock I thought it would feel better, something to keep me sated, but I knew I wouldn't be able to satisfy this craving until I had her.
Until I filled her with my cum.
Until I saw her belly round as she carried our kids.
"Xavier, I need you inside. Please, please, please.
... Oh, fuuuck!" Entering her with two fingers instead of one had her mouth forming an O, and the picture of her on her knees, sucking me off, looking up at me with those icy eyes, had my hips moving faster, my hand tightening around my cock, begging for release, for something, anything—
"I'm gonna... Oh. My. God."
"I know, baby," I murmured, kissing her clit, then her inner thigh, increasing the pace of my fingers, fucking her as I fucked myself. "It feels so good, doesn't it?"
"It... It's..." My teeth bit down on her flesh, and before she could finish the sentence, her entire body convulsed, almost coming off the bed.
The walls of her pussy clenched around my fingers, fluttering, shaking.
My tongue dragged over the bite marks on her thigh, and before she could recover, before she could try to run from me, I climbed over her, my cock aching, begging for a release, and pressed the head against her, pushing just the tip inside.
"Oh, God," I groaned, shivering as she clenched around. "I want to fuck you so badly, trouble. So. Fucking. Badly."
"Do it," she urged, wrapping her hand around my wrist. "Please. Please, do it."
There were moments in life that changed the course of our future, and I understood more than ever before that this was one of those moments.
It didn’t matter what brought us here. It didn’t matter that I’ve spent the better part of the last couple of months pretending I hated her, when in reality, I craved her more than anything.
I could’ve said no. I could’ve pretended I wasn’t desperate for her. For her moans, her heart, her soft little touches, but I didn’t want to pretend. I didn’t want to finish this night without marking her as mine.
Moving between my legs, I positioned my cock at her center, dragging it between her soaked folds. “Shit,” I groaned, starting to move away. “I need a condom.” But her hand landed on my bicep, stopping me before I could move away. My eyes connected with her and the sight there took my breath away.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispered, sending the tendrils of excitement, fucking need, coursing through my body.
My hands wrapped around her calves, pulling her closer to me, and as she spread her legs wider, allowing me to get between them easier, I positioned my cock at her center again and pushed in.
“Holy—” I breathed, seeing the fucking stars at the periphery of my vision.
Her pussy, like a vise on my cock, fluttered as I pushed in deeper, stopping myself as I bottomed out, trying to catch my fucking breath.
I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the place where we connected.
My hand skidded over her inner thigh, all the way to the little bundle of nerves begging to be touched. “Yara—”
“I know,” she practically cried as my thumb pressed against her clit. “I need you to move. Please.” Her begging and pleading was like music to my ears. “Plea… Yes!” she screamed as I pulled almost all the way out, before sliding back in.
My movements were frantic; the urge to make her cum, to make her feel as good as I was feeling, drove me to the brink of madness, until I no longer felt like my body belonged to me.
Lifting my head, I looked at her. At those eyes that haunted my every dream. At her throat, begging to be marked, to be touched, and the pink flush on her cheeks. My room smelled like her—like freaking coconut—and I’d be damned if I allowed her to ever sleep anywhere else but here.
I moved down, until my lips hovered over hers, bracketing her head between my arms as I went on my elbows.
My hips kept pistoning in and out, until I was all sensation.
I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to, and as she lifted her head, bringing her lips to mine, I lost myself once again in the taste of her, in the scent of her, in the fucking madness we were.
But we were real. She was mine and I was hers.
Our tongues battled for control, and I no longer knew where she started and where I ended. The world could end for all I cared, as long as I had her. As long as I had this.
“Xavier!” she moaned against my lips, her entire body trembling, her hand sneaking between us, rubbing at her clit.
My stomach clenched, the familiar drag of the end slithered over my back, rounding to my balls, until I no longer could stop.
"I'm gonna come, baby," I groaned. "Gonna come so fucking badly. Gonna fill you. Make you mine."
"Yesss," she hissed, moving her hips, making me slip just a little deeper inside her, and as she clenched around the head of my cock one last time, I lost it.
Stars burst around me, the universe crashing against my skin as the release I was desperate for rushed through my veins, making me fill her up. Making her mine, fucking mine.
My mind blanked for a second, my entire body shaking as I collapsed on top of her, my cock trapped inside her, pulsating, emptying inside her, and as her arms tightened around me, her legs wrapped around my waist, I finally allowed myself to close my eyes and imagine the perfect future for the two of us.