Chapter 23
Delilah
My focus has narrowed down to just Xavier.
His words.
His touch.
His taste.
I don’t care about anyone or anything around us, not anymore. The moment he slips his finger inside my pussy, the rest of the world ceases to exist.
I lean into him, seeking comfort and safety, his presence and protection. Xavier is the one constant I can always count on, no matter the circumstance.
“That’s it, bride,” he whispers. “Open yourself for me.”
He’s coaxing me, drawing me deeper into a trancelike state. My skin is aflame, the heat licking its way over my body, igniting every cell and setting me ablaze. He’s a wildfire that’s consuming me, and I’m more than willing to get burned.
I rock against his hand, seeking more friction, needing him deeper. My movements are slow, tentative at first because of my nearly healed stab wound. But when there’s no discomfort, I pick up my pace, grinding down on his fingers until I’m breathing hard.
His chuckle is deep and masculine. “So greedy.”
I groan in protest when Xavier removes his finger and trails it over my thigh, leaving a wet path. He brings his hand to my mouth, his fingertip damp with my slickness, and offers it to me.
“Open.”
I part my lips and he slides his digit inside, dragging it along my tongue. The flavor of my arousal, tangy and salty, explodes in my mouth. It’s erotic and taboo, and my pussy clenches in response.
“You like that,” he says, the statement a fact.
He pulls his finger from my mouth and drags his hand down my body, following the same trail he created earlier on my thigh. My muscles tense in anticipation, my heart thudding. Even though I spread my legs wide, when he thrusts his fingers inside me, I’m not prepared.
My entire body trembles. A mixture of pleasure and pain radiates from my core. “Fuck.”
“Shh.” Xavier makes a soothing noise that has my pussy fluttering around his fingers. “You’re so fucking tight. Let me loosen you up a bit.”
He moves his fingers, curling them inside me, hitting a spot that sends sparks skittering over my skin.
Then he pumps his hand relentlessly, and my head falls forward in an act of surrender.
I try to control the urge to rock against him, but my body takes over, and I ride his hand, chasing the promise of pleasure.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “You can take it.”
He continues to work his fingers inside me, stroking and teasing. The pressure builds, the pleasure mounting, until I’m teetering on the edge.
“Xavier, please.”
“I love it when you beg.” His breath is hot against my ear. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need your cock inside me.”
His fingers still, and I bite back a groan. “You’re not ready for sex,” he says, his voice strained. “If I fuck you, I’ll hurt you. I am going to make you come, but you’re not going to ask for my cock again. I only have so much fucking willpower. Understand?”
Although I want to argue, I nod, desperate to come, willing to agree to anything. “Yes.”
His movements resume, harder, faster, and deeper than before. His thumb presses down on my clit, rubbing me with precision and finesse. My thighs begin to tremble, and my body quivers.
“Let go,” he says. “Give it all to me.”
The order pushes me over the cliff, and I’m falling, tumbling into the abyss.
My orgasm tears through me, shattering me, the waves of pleasure rocking my body.
My back bows, and I part my lips to scream.
Only for Xavier to grab my throat, the hold tight, possessive.
I look up. His gaze is hot, searing, the gray in his eyes darker than usual.
“No one hears you come except me.”
It’s the last thing he says before he claims my mouth, his lips molding to mine, his tongue demanding entrance.
He speeds up his movements, the friction of his fingers inside me extending my orgasm until I can’t stand it, and tears fill my eyes.
My pulse is racing, and I can’t catch my breath, making my chest ache.
Eventually he stops pleasuring me, and I slump in his arms, the back of my head colliding with his shoulder.
“That good, huh?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm.”
He laughs softly. “You’re welcome.”
His eyes are full of humor, but the emotion fades as quickly as it appears. A hint of wickedness replaces it. “Don’t thank me yet, little raptor. That was only your first orgasm of the night, and I plan on making you come until you’re so swollen I can’t get my fingers inside you.”