Chapter 14
Delilah
The tortured expression on Xavier’s face steals my breath. It’s full of a myriad of emotions. Most of them are severe and dark, yet there’s a hint of tenderness that makes my knees weak.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, his tone a growl, desperation coating every word. “I can’t do this.”
I take a breath to steady my racing heart. It doesn’t work. The way Xavier watches me, like he wants to consume me whole, wreaks havoc on my body. “We can do other things that aren’t sex.”
“I won’t take a risk until the doctor signs off on it.”
“You’re really worried about my recovery, aren’t you?”
He releases a mocking laugh. “It’s a lot more than that.”
“Then explain it to me.”
He turns his face, the muscles in his jaw clenching. When he meets my gaze again, his silver eyes are full of heat, searing me where I stand.
“It’s because I’m going to devour every inch of your body.
I’m going to fuck you long and hard, giving your greedy cunt everything it can take.
And more. I’m not stopping until you’ve come several times and your body is spent.
Until you can’t move, think, or breathe without remembering the way my cock was buried deep inside you, the way you begged me to give you more.
Until the only word out of your mouth is my name. ”
He steps closer and grips the nape of my neck, tilting my head back. The warmth of his palm seeps into my skin, the sensation traveling down my spine. His silver eyes burn with a possessive need that leaves my mouth dry and my skin flushed.
“I’m addicted to you,” he says. “Being inside you, the tightness of your cunt, the way you take my cock. The way you whimper and moan when I fuck you. That sound is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
The way you give yourself to me, trusting me to take care of you.
If I had sex with you now, I’ll be unable to stop myself from fucking you raw. ”
“Do it.”
Those two words are all I can manage.
I reach out and grab the hem of his shirt, balling the material in my fists.
He doesn’t stop me as I pull it over his head and let it fall to the ground.
His torso is bare, the planes of his abdomen and chest hard with strength and physical training.
I trail my fingers along his tattoo, the scar I gave him, and down the center of his abdomen, savoring the feel of him beneath my fingertips. His muscles twitch under my fingertips.
“No,” he says, his voice hoarse.
“Then let me take care of you,” I whisper, my sudden shyness getting the best of me. “You need it.”
His breath rushes out of him. “I always need you, but that doesn’t mean you have to do anything for me right now.”
“Xavier, it’s okay. I want to.”
His nostrils flare. “No. It’s not. And if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.
Even if you’re just sucking my dick, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking your mouth and bruising your throat until you’re choking on my cum.
” He reaches up to grip his hair, tugging on the strands. “Fuck, we should leave.”
I step closer and slide my hands around his waist, splaying my palms on his back.
The skin beneath my fingers ripples at my touch, the scars pressing into my fingertips.
They are rough and raised, and each one tells the story of a moment when Xavier’s life was on the line. I wish he’d let me kiss them.
He stiffens under my caress. “You can’t keep giving me this part of yourself and expect me not to keep it. Not to break it.”
“I’m not afraid.”
He grabs my wrists and removes them from his body but keeps his grip firm. “I am. I’m fucking terrified of hurting you.”
“Xavier, I’m not—”
He presses a finger against my lips, silencing me. “We’re not having this conversation, not now. Not until you’re recovered.”
I narrow my gaze at him. “Is that an order?”
“Yes.”
His clipped response has my spine stiffening and my anger flaring.
The need to challenge him, to prove him wrong and make him submit to me for once, is overwhelming.
I yank my wrist from his hold and slap my palms against his stomach.
Then I push with all my might. He backs up a step, surprise taking over his face.
I use it to my advantage and shove him hard toward the chair.
“Sit down,” I snap.
He narrows his gaze, but his eyes gleam with unbridled lust. It has me dripping. How can one look from him do that to me?
With a grunt, I push him again and again until the backs of his legs hit the chair. “Sit the fuck down.”
Xavier’s lips twist, and he lowers himself into the chair, the bulge of his erection prominent against his pants. “Little raptor, we’re going to talk about power dynamics after this.”
If I do this right, I won’t be able to talk at all. Xavier’s dick is huge. The last time I gave him head, it was hard to breathe.
With shaky fingers, I unbutton his pants. The muscles in his abdomen tense as soon as the material falls open. He’s commando underneath, and his cock is long and thick, the length resting against his lower abdomen.
I drop to my knees, the movement awkward and jerky. I press my lips together to keep from wincing as the movement tugs at my wound. Maybe sex isn’t a good idea, but I can do this for him.
Xavier’s breathing grows heavy, the sound echoing off the walls and filling the small room. “Last chance. Once your pretty lips wrap around my cock, I’m not stopping until your belly is full of my cum.”
I lift my gaze and meet his, then lick my lips.
He groans, and the sound goes straight to my pussy. I shift, rubbing my thighs together in a feeble attempt to relieve the pressure building inside me.
“Open your mouth,” he commands, his voice strained.
“Shut up, recruit. I’m the one in charge right now.”
He smirks. “Yes, ma’am.”
His acquiescence has dampness coating my inner thighs. To have this dangerous man submit to me has my head spinning, making me drunk on power.
I curl my hand around his cock, and the feel of him beneath my fingertips makes my insides ache. My tongue darts out, wetting my lips, and I lean down. As soon as my tongue touches the head of his cock, he sucks in a breath. I smile and continue licking him.
His groan fills the room, and he threads his fingers through my hair, his touch gentle yet demanding. He tugs on the strands, not hard enough to hurt but to control. “Bride, put my cock in your mouth.”
I lift my head slightly. “Don’t boss me around.”
“I’m going to give you five seconds to do as you’re told, otherwise I’m taking over. One, two, three, four, fi—”
I part my lips and take him deep.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hips jerking upward.
I work him up and down, using the saliva on his cock to lubricate him. Each time I reach the top, I flick the head of his cock and run my tongue over his slit, enjoying the way his hips jerk in response.
“You’re doing so well, little raptor. So good. Now, suck harder.”
I do as he asks, and he rewards me by tugging on my hair, causing a moan to escape.
“Oh fuck, do that again,” he says.
I swallow him deeper and hum around his cock. He groans. The sound is like a shot of pure arousal. The muscles between my thighs contract, and I squeeze them together, seeking relief from the throbbing.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
His praise causes me to redouble my efforts. I take him as deep as I can, the head hitting the back of my throat. His grip tightens on my hair, and he thrusts faster, his movements taking over my pacing.
“Delilah . . .”
I look up at him, drawn by the desperation and amazement in his voice. His eyes are hooded and his gaze full of heat. His chest rises and falls with his panting, the bird on his skin moving as if it’s flying.
“Touch yourself while you suck my cock,” he says.
I slip a hand down my pants and reach between my thighs, but the position is awkward with my clothes on. With a frustrated grunt, I pull away from him and stand, pulling down my pants and panties in slow motion.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he growls.
I flush at his response and carefully drop back to my knees. When I open my mouth, his cock slides past my lips and toward the back of my throat. Tears prick my eyes.
“Jesus fucking Christ. You better come before I do or I’m going to be pissed.”
Xavier really does get off on me getting off. The idea makes me whimper.
“I heard that, bride. You like that, don’t you?”
I hum in acknowledgment, but I’m already working his cock. I hollow out my cheeks and suck, each pull of my mouth harder than the last. The muscles in my jaw ache and tears stream down my face, but I ignore that, relishing every hiss and groan from him.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says, panting. “I want you to swallow everything I give you, understand?”
My inner muscles clench, the urge to come overwhelming. I moan, and his dick swells, hitting the back of my throat. Bruising it. I swallow around him, my fingers furiously working my clit.
Xavier’s grip on my hair tightens, holding me still, and he fucks my mouth. Each time he hits the back of my throat, my orgasm looms closer. I rub my clit harder and faster until I’m right there, my orgasm barreling toward me.
He grabs my throat, hard enough to cut off my oxygen, his fingers punishing. I don’t stop pleasuring him, even as my lungs cry out and my chest aches.
“You better come right fucking now, Delilah.”
My body always obeys him. I moan around his length as my orgasm slams into me. Ecstasy shoots through my body and lights every nerve ending on fire.
Xavier comes.
Warm jets of cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallow, struggling to take him.
His thrusts become more erratic, and his cock twitches in my mouth.
I swallow every drop and keep sucking until his grip on my hair loosens and his body relaxes.
Only then do I pull back and release him.
His cock slips from my mouth and rests against his abdomen, wet and glistening.
His hands drop to his sides, and his chest rises and falls with the rapidness of his breathing. “That was . . . fuck. Amazing. Fucking perfect.”
My head falls forward, my energy depleted.
Xavier reaches down and cradles my skull, guiding my cheek to rest on his thigh.
I sigh when he runs his fingers through my hair, the action soothing and tender, full of unspoken appreciation.
I close my eyes and relax, enjoying the moment, uncaring about the mascara staining my face.
“I wasn’t sure, but I am now,” he says after a while.
His tone is soft and caressing. It wraps around me like a warm blanket. I look up at him and lift a brow in question.
“I do have a heart,” he whispers. “However, it doesn’t belong to me. I’m not sure it ever did.”
I frown, not understanding. He reaches down to clasp my wrist and brings my hand to his chest, my palm covering his tattoo.
“I think my heart was created the day I met you. And that’s the day it became yours.”