Chapter 20 #2
They fill his hands perfectly, soft, round, and sensitive. His teeth sink into the pebbled peak, his tongue soothing every spot he stimulates.
As his hands do their tracing, his lips drifting lower and lower, my heart plunges with anticipation.
For a brief moment, I'm waiting—waiting for the demons to find us. But as his arms hook around my thighs, dragging me to his mouth, there's only him.
My spine arches from the mattress when his tongue delves through my cleft in one swift motion, drawing my clit in, humming at the sound that bursts through my lips, a sound I haven't voiced in years.
He's as bold as he ever was, spreading my thighs wider to bury himself deep—his tongue thrashing and dedicated, undeterred.
He will get me there. He doesn't need to say it.
His mouth does. With a steady hand against my navel, he pins me down, locked in his grasp.
My eyes are on the ceiling, but they're elsewhere. Lost in the release that's swiftly building under his resolute mouth. He nods when my gaze wanders down to him, utterly dark in this darkened room, before he closes them, his fingers digging into my bucking hips.
Oh.
“Xavier…"
Oh .
My calves stiffen first, then the rest of me.
Oh, fuck ?—
I convulse under the force of a devastatingly cathartic—goddamn life-altering— orgasm, a liberation that swarms tears in my eyes, tears that scale the sides of my face as he catches his breath against my thigh.
This is what it feels like .
I remember .
His fingers touch me so lightly where all the nerves have culminated, watching me shudder, unable to handle the power of my body. More importantly, what he can do to it.
"We can stop here," he rasps, his voice so clearly needing the opposite. He's still thinking of me—of my wounds—even in this moment.
My hands slide onto his shoulders, urging him back to me wordlessly. My fingers claw at the ridges of his back until his mouth has fallen into mine. His arms, bent beside my head, sustain his weight as he lowers himself between my quivering thighs, skin-to-skin. No barriers.
Our eyes meet.
His fingers swipe damp wisps of my hair away from my eyes so gently. An unspoken decision—a gamble at best—settles between us. He's already positioned, our bodies naturally primed for each other.
His left hand captures my face, and then his right, his eyes locked on mine as he hauls in an unsteady breath, driving his hips forward.
My eyes slam shut.
All desire abandons me in a single movement, making way for haunting images. Images I wish I could expel from my mind. The sounds I’m making must be brutal, as Xavier’s twisted voice grows frantic, urging me to return to him.
But I'm in that cell.
I'm absolutely terrified.
"Look at me," Xavier whispers softly, achingly. "Sophie, look at me."
My eyes slowly separate, my nails retracting from his skin. We're on an island, in his bedroom. The air is warm, not cold. The bedding is soft, not firm concrete.
Thunder rolls across the atmosphere, followed by a sharp crash of lightning that bangs the shutters into the windows .
Even when I flinch from the sound, Xavier is constant, refusing to let me stray from him. Because of that, I feel myself nod. Over and over and over again until he understands that I’m as desperate as he is.
Bring on the demons. The horror. The pain.
I can take it. For him, I can do anything.
My heart is ramming in my chest when he presses his forehead to my damp cheek, groaning weakly. My eyes fall closed, savoring the sound, a deep wavelength for my ears alone.
"Make love to me," I breathe against him, entwining my hand with his, bringing it up to my mouth. He's shivering—restraining himself—but it's more than that. So much more.
He drags himself from me and back in, filling me until my breath is gone. Stolen.
With our bodies fused as if they were always meant to be one, he holds my gaze until he's sure I can do this. Then he kisses me, and that kiss speaks of everything still unsaid.
My knees clamp his naked hips, finding a synced rhythm to match his. His grip is excruciatingly tight, wrapped around me, sliding from my shoulders to the delicate nape of my neck. Each pump of his hips warrants a gasp, a strained cry.
Our pleasure fills the silence of the room. It's the sweetest sound in the world—our voices entangled in the ether.
"I love you ." The words spill from my lips. Only now, when his eyes spasm, do I realize I haven't said them yet. In the midst of so many words, somehow, those got lost.
The most important out of all of them.
He smiles dazzlingly, nuzzling my jaw.
"About damn time."
I don't remember the last time I smiled like this. "I can say it again."
"Please do." Exhaling when I comply, he grips me harder, his hips pumping faster. "Never stop."
Bucking into his thrusts, my mouth finds any part of him I can reach.
When my teeth grip his lip, pulling his mouth open to welcome my tongue, the moan he releases drives me wild, igniting a budding flame that can only burn brighter, stronger.
The skilled strokes of his cock knock the air out of my lungs, my toes digging into the backs of his knees.
I begin shaking beneath him uncontrollably, warm sweat mixing with salt water and rain.
When one of his hands slides between us, his fingers targeting that sensitive bud, the tender muscles inside of me clench, eliciting a hungry sound from him, a sound that makes him lose control, his lips crashing down on me as he reminds my body of his power.
It says you're mine. All mine.
The fact that it's him transcends the physical aspect of this.
Any hand could build my nerves to a peak—only love can chase away the residual hate stored in my body, even if just for these fleeting moments. Only love can make me forget my own name, erasing the entirety of the world, leaving only his body on mine.
His lips are by my ear as we near heaven. "Let go, baby. Let go for me.”
This peak swells so differently from the first because this time, Xavier’s pulse is raging to the drum of my own.
Wavering on the brink of sanity, waves of pure ecstasy surge through me—from my dizzying mind to my curled toes.
My neck arches as I give into his steady fingertips, into his timed thrusts that are dragging out my pleasure for as long as he can. His lips spread into a smile against my cheek.
" Fuck , I missed this."
He doesn't need to tell me when he's close. I sense it through his hands flexing against my skin, in his muscles that twitch under my grasp, in every thrust he holds off.
My hands startle him, clasping onto each side of his face, my fingers quivering against his glistening cheeks. Stripped of anything that could protect us, his hips pump faster, his eyes surrendered to mine. His jaw hardens under my touch.
He glances between our bodies, as he's done so many times when he's gone to pull out of me, but my hands settle upon his ass, urging him deeper—as deep as he can go. There's no describing how soft his gaze becomes, his head dropping onto my throat as he moans, his shoulders shaking.
He breathes my name like a vow before he spills himself into me.