Chapter 16
Chapter sixteen
Should she be writhing against the man hellbent on destroying what little family she had left? Rubbing her breasts against him as she sucked his tongue into her mouth? Curling her leg around his calf as she pressed her core against his very obvious erection?
Probably not. But in that scorching moment, Essie couldn’t bring herself to care.
Xander made a ragged sound when she rolled her hips, then he grabbed her waist and hauled her up. She jumped, wrapping her legs around him, clinging to his wide shoulders as he devoured her.
There was something wild and possessive in his kiss. And going from never even experiencing a proper kiss to trying to keep up with a man—a very experienced man—burning with the need to fuck her, she suddenly feared he wouldn’t want her when he realized how truly inexperienced she was.
And she wanted him badly. These might be their last moments together, so why not indulge? She’d waited long enough to have sex, barely escaping being married to a cruel man who would’ve taken her virginity without care.
Xander might be moving hard and fast, but he wasn’t hurting her. There was no aggression in his touch. Just passion. Need. Desire. And she was there for all of it.
He yanked his mouth off hers and began kissing down her neck. Dropping her head back against the wall, she whimpered when he covered her breast with his large hand, squeezing and molding the flesh.
“You like that?” He flicked his tongue in the hollow of her neck, and she responded with a shaky sigh. “Tell me what else you like.”
Her mind reeled. She had no idea what to say. Of course, she’d touched herself, but it had never been this exciting. Never made her this dizzy with desire.
He dropped a hand to squeeze her ass, eliciting an excited squeal from her. “I’ve been dreaming about this ass. Dreaming about how you taste. Are you as sweet as I think?”
Not sure how to respond, she cupped his lightly stubbled face, trying to figure out a sexy response. His eyes blazed with an incandescent blue light. With such intense need, it stole her voice.
“Cat got your tongue, Peaches?”
“I don’t… I mean I never…” She huffed out a breath, and he arched a dark brow.
As she struggled to find the words, clarity replaced desire on his face.
“Shit.” He instantly released her, but she grabbed tighter. Refusing to let go.
“No! Forget I said anything.” She gripped his shoulders hard, tightening her legs around his slim hips. “I can talk dirty! Just… give me a second. It’s not like being locked in a bunker has given me a chance to do it every day, you know.”
His lips twitched as she clung to him like a cat, and his hands rounded back over her ass. It was only a light hold, but she took that as a good sign. Why did he look so amused?
She shifted against his cock and the amusement quickly faded. “You’re… so hard,” she blurted out, trying to sound sultry.
And failing miserably.
Okay, not sexy at all, Essie.
He chuckled. Chuckled! And humiliation poured over her.
She punched his shoulder and released her legs, trying to wriggle free and slide off him. “Put me down.”
Unexpectedly, his grip on her tightened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh, but you’re so fucking adorable.”
“I’m sorry I don’t have experience when it comes to talking about how much I want your cock inside me. I’ve never slept with a man.” There. She said it. Mortifying, but true. “If you don’t want me—”
“Oh, I want you. Make no mistake about it.” He leaned his forehead against hers, and she froze. Just breathed in his citrusy, woody scent. “You have no idea how much. Since the moment you sashayed up to my cell in the mine and told me you were the woman who could set me free, I’ve burned for you.”
Essie wound her arms around his neck. “I want you, too,” she whispered.
He hesitated. “I have no idea why. You’re far too good for a man like me.
” He pressed a kiss to the spot right above her lip.
Licked it. And fuck, it was sensual and seductive, and she wanted so much more.
“But don’t ever forget”—he looked her in the eye, making sure she was focused on what he was saying—“I’m not a good guy.
Not some self-sacrificing hero who will walk away, preserving your innocence for someone more worthy.
If you let me, I’m going to fuck you. And it will be so good.
More than you could ever imagine.” A shiver ran through her.
“I’ll take us both to heaven tonight, mi Estrella hermosa. ”
Her heart stuttered. “Yes, please,” she murmured.
With an imperceptible nod, he turned and strode down to his bedroom.
She hadn’t been in it yet, and she took a moment to look around.
Like the rest of the house, it didn’t appear very lived-in.
No personal touches, except for the framed picture on the dresser.
An image of a younger, happier Xander with a woman who had blonde hair.
Essie might’ve guessed it was a girlfriend.
Until she saw her eyes—the same exact shade as Xander’s—and she knew it must be Alyssa.
He dropped her on the big, king-size bed covered in dark sheets, then reached around, grabbed the back of his collar and pulled his shirt off.
Oh, wow.
Seeing him shirtless never got old. The gold cross seemed to gleam against his tanned skin.
Essie’s mouth watered at the tantalizing display of carved abs and taut muscles.
Not bulky, but so strong and lean. Her breath picked up as she watched him kick off his boots and undo the button on his cargo pants.
Then all of his attention focused on her. “Stand up,” he commanded.
Essie shoved her shoes off and stood up on the mattress. For the first time, she stood taller than him, but not by much. He reached for the hem of her shirt, his warm fingers brushing her bare skin, then pulled it up over her head and tossed it.
She gave him a tentative smile, lifting a hand to cover the plain white bra. “I’m kind of wishing I packed my nice lingerie.”
He reached behind her, his mouth caressing her ear as he whispered, “I’m more interested in what’s under your lingerie,” and unclasped the hook. The man certainly wasted no time.
Letting out a soft breath as he pulled away, she let the straps slide down her arms and the bra fell to the bed.
His nostrils flared, eyes devouring her. “Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, tone reverent.
Xander grasped her hips and drew her closer, capturing a peaked nipple in his mouth.
With a moan, Essie’s head fell back as she offered herself to him.
He ravished her breast with his lips, tongue and teeth.
Licked and sucked until her knees threatened to give out.
Worshipped it completely then moved to the other one.
Her fingers threaded through his thick hair, tugging the dark waves.
Lost in sensation, she vaguely felt him working her jeans down and helping her step out of them as he continued dropping kisses all over her fevered skin. His mouth drifted lower, scattering kisses across her flat belly, and his long fingers hooked in her panties and slid them down.
Heart thundering, she stood naked before him. Exposed and vulnerable. Wearing only her gold cross and what she knew must be an anxious expression.
His heated gaze raked down her body. “My God, you’re lovely.”
“So are you.” She pressed her palm over his heart, relishing its strong, hard beat, then she touched his sister’s necklace. “In so many ways.”
But he shook his head. “No. I’m just the devil who wants to fuck you.”
A tremor ran through her body. “And I want you to fuck me, so what does that make me then?”
“Don’t you know?” he rasped, placing his palm on her cheek. Locking eyes with her. “You’re my bright, guiding light. My beautiful star.”
Before she could respond, he caught her mouth in a hot, passionate kiss.
She leaned into him, arms wrapping around his neck and crushing her breasts against his chest. The direct contact of his warm skin against hers felt so good.
His arousal pressed against her, and when she lowered her hand and covered his erection, his body jerked back.
He caught her hand, his fingers lacing through hers and dragging it away.
“Not yet.”
“You’re, ah, quite large.”
He smirked. “That’s why I’m going to make sure you’re nice and ready for me.”
“Oh, I’m ready,” she insisted, rubbing her thighs together.
He placed a gentle kiss below her ear, then nipped the lobe.
“That’s good to hear.” His deep voice rumbled against her skin as his free hand reached between their bodies and cupped her mound.
She drew in a sharp breath as his finger traced her seam, and when he dipped just the tip of his index finger inside her, her hips bucked.
“But I’m going to do so much more than merely make you ready. ”
Such a dark promise. His finger sank deeper, and her nails dug into his skin. Anticipation sang in veins.
“Lay down, Estrella, and spread your legs.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, his breath soft and warm. “So I can taste you,” he added in a whisper.
Dios mío. The man was absolutely sinful. “You are wicked.”
He tugged her down to the mattress. “You have no idea.”
Lying back, she bit down on her lower lip as he moved between her legs then pushed her knees further apart, exposing her most intimate area. His nostrils flared again as he inhaled deeply, and an almost feral look came over his face as he took a moment to admire her.
“I take it back,” he hissed.
“Take what back?” Her brow pinched with curiosity.
“I’m going to do more than taste.” His head dropped and he dragged his tongue along her inner thigh. Up…up…up…
Oh, God. Her heart thundered as his warm breath hovered over her quivering pussy. “I’m going to feast on you like a goddamn glutton.”
His mouth closed over her pussy and she gasped, her body jerking at the intimacy of it.
The way he claimed her—with his tongue and lips—was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
She squeezed her eyes shut and her fingers dug into the black sheets.
Sensations rocked through her as he tasted and stroked, probing and spearing her with his tongue, eating her out like a man starved, until her thighs shook then clamped around his head.
Just when she wondered how much more sweet torture she could take, he circled his tongue around her clit and sank his finger deep inside her.
Arching up, she stifled a cry. But she couldn’t stop the whimpers escaping from the back of her throat or the rolling of her hips.
Or the way her pussy clenched tightly around his digit.
He slid another finger into her slick passage, stretching her further, then alternating between thrusting, scissoring and curling them.
A pressure began to build and pulse. “Xander!” she gasped, trying to twist away, but he held her against the mattress, refusing to allow her to escape.
At the same time, he pressed his hand down on her lower belly while pushing up against her inner wall. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth.
And she exploded.
Lightning bolts of pleasure and uncontrollable spasms rocketed through her, sending her off on a wave of bliss.
The orgasm ripped through her, leaving her a trembling mess, unable to fully comprehend how his mouth could be quite so talented that it felt like her pussy had hit the eject button and gone spiraling off into the stratosphere.
Her eyes slowly opened and she watched him lick his lips. Then suck his fingers clean. “You are wicked,” she repeated, breathless and satiated. “So very, very deliciously wicked.”
“You’re the one who’s delicious.” He kissed her knee then sat back. “And so much sweeter than a peach.”
“I want to see you.” She pushed up onto her elbows, feeling bold, and eyeing the huge bulge tenting his pants.
“Now who’s wicked?” She sent him a slow, seductive smile that only a woman well-pleasured could give a man.
“Do you want another orgasm, or do you want to see me naked? Fair warning, once these pants come off, you’re getting fucked.
Hard. Because I don’t think I have the control right now to go slow. ”
“How about you get naked and give me another orgasm?”
“I think that can be arranged,” he told her.
Pushing up off the bed, he moved over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and fished out a condom, tossing it on the bed.
Then he unzipped his pants. With wide eyes, she watched as he shoved both his cargo pants and boxer briefs down in one rapid motion to reveal the most magnificent cock she’d ever seen.
Okay, so she hadn’t seen any before in person.
But she’d seen pictures. Small, unimpressive, and she’d always had to squint.
But Xander’s ridiculously impressive cock was thick and long, standing tall and proud.
No need to squint. Not even a little. In fact, it looked like it was capable of doing some serious damage. Kind of like a missile.
Her nerves vibrated as he sank a knee onto the mattress and crawled over, covering her with his big, very naked body. Her inner virgin didn’t feel quite so intrepid any longer.
“You’re tense.” He skimmed his lips along her shoulder, running a hand down her side.
“I thought I was ready,” she faltered.
“You are ready.” His fingers found her clit and started stroking again. Rubbing until she was arching up, vibrating with need.
“Oh, God… Yes…”
“Hold that thought.”
She watched him rip open the packet and roll the condom on. Her pulse raced as he settled between her legs, gripped his sheathed cock and dragged it between her dripping slit. Gripping his shoulders, she closed her eyes. Prepare for impact.
“Look at me,” he hissed, notching himself at her entrance. Her eyes snapped open, instantly obeying. “Eyes… on… me,” he ordered.
Her lips parted as he began to slide inside, stretching her body to its limit.
“Now make me see stars, mi Estrella,” he rasped and drove deep.