Chapter 29
Xander
Iwatch as tears slide down my Angel's face. I know I didn’t cause those tears this time, but fuck, I wish there was a way that I could erase her sadness.
There’s a type of rage building inside of me that I’ve never felt before. Watching her lose herself to her mind broke me.
I’d love nothing more than to rip Luke apart limb by limb and watch the life drain from his eyes—all while she watches and revels in his torment.
I reach up to her face, brushing her messy hair out of the way.
She looks back at me in a way that she’s never looked at me before.
Like she’s seeing me for the first time.
Those green irises are more prominent through her bloodshot eyes, and they bring me a sort of comfort that I haven’t had for years.
The only thing on my mind right now is keeping her safe.
Her reaction to his name made my blood boil.
Her legs wrap around my waist as she pulls me in closer. Her eyes dip down to my lips momentarily, then back up. I study her face, the freckles scattered around it, barely visible in this light, but I know they’re there. Her full lips—glossy and puffy from crying. Her soft skin.
She reaches her hands out to my shoulders and clutches my shirt, gently pulling. “Take this off,” she hums softly.
The blood.
Right.
I quickly grip the hem of the shirt and pull it over my head, launching the material across the room.
Her mouth twitches up as her eyes rove down my torso. Her hand extends to my bare chest. The moment her fingers touch my skin, I erupt in shivers. I pull in a quick breath and shut my eyes, throwing my head back as my body tenses beneath hers.
“Beautiful,” she whispers.
“Angel…”
“Shhh,” she hushes me, putting her finger on my lips. “Let me.”
Let her?
Let her what?
My heart pounds beneath my ribcage as her hands continue their pursuit of my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
She shuffles closer on the bed, weaving her fingers into my hair.
Brushing upwards, her fingers catch on what I can only guess is dried blood.
She scrunches up her nose, but a light smile touches her lips.
If there’s ever a moment I’ve been confused and nervous at the same time, it’s now. She’s touching me with such gentleness, and I’m not sure what to do about it.
Her hands fist into my hair, and she lightly pulls my head back so I’m looking directly at her.
Those emerald eyes dip down to my lips again, causing warmth to spread close to my heart.
She leans in, slowly. Oh, so slowly.
Painfully slowly as my heart gallops out of my ribcage.
Hovering over my face, her light but rapid breaths puff over my lips. I study the way her eyelashes fan out over her cheeks as she blinks. My hands flex on the sides of her thighs, and blood rushes to my cock.
“Camila…” I say, almost pleading.
“I need you, Xander,” she sighs.
“Too much has happened tonight—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence as her lips crush mine. And just like that, the switch is flipped. She’s given me her green light. Under any other circumstances, I would be devouring her.
But I want to savour this. Savour her.
I need her to know that this feeling inside of me for her isn’t just an obsession. I want her to feel what I feel for her.
I’ve never been this vulnerable with anyone. And this doesn’t feel like simply lust. This feels like wanting to be close to someone who’s just as damaged as you and opening up the walls that have been standing tall and firm.
Our tongues dance together as I sit up on my knees and pull her closer. Her already-burning skin connects with mine, and I can feel her thundering heart.
We both wrap ourselves around each other. We couldn’t possibly get any closer.
This kiss isn’t like our others have been. It’s slow. Tender. Full of unspoken feelings that both of us are too scared to admit out loud.
Desperate.
My fingers trail to the back of her bra, gripping the clasps and unhooking them in one smooth motion.
Her bra falls, and she throws it across the room.
She grips my wrist with her hand and places it on one of her perfectly round breasts.
I swallow as I admire them in the pink hue of the rising sun beyond the city buildings.
Feeling her was one thing. Being able to see her uncovered is another. If I wasn’t already on my knees, I’d be dropping to them at this moment.
“Touch me, Xander,” she whispers, lifting my chin towards her face.
Fuck. You’d think I’ve never had sex before with the way I’m acting. But I can’t help it. She’s got me trapped under a spell that I’m struggling to shake myself from.
She leans her hands back on the bed, baring herself to me.
All beautiful toned muscles and curves.
This isn’t how I imagined myself taking her for the first time, but it’s clear that she needs this.
I need this.
And I’m nothing if not here to give her everything she wants.
I crawl onto the bed on top of her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I dip my mouth to hers in a searing kiss as her hands roam my body.
My shoulders. My arms. The hard abs on my stomach.
I can feel every single one of her touches, and it chars into my skin like the charcoal I’ve exhausted to draw in every detail of her my eyes have memorised. I kiss my way down her.
Having the privilege of being able to take all of her is everything and more.
Reaching the hem of her pants, I gently graze my teeth along her bikini line. A moan slips from her, and I watch as she throws her head back, her chest moving faster with her breathing.
She looks fucking incredible.
My hands cradle the sides of her ass as I grasp the material with my fingers. Her breathing gets louder as she looks back down at me, eyes hooded.
Placing my hands on her knees, I spread them further apart. A whine leaves her lips when she realises I’m not taking off her underwear just yet.
“Patience,” I purr.
Jac could walk into this room at any second and see me consuming every inch of her. But I couldn’t give a single fuck right now. He would have to pry her out of my cold, dead hands.
My tongue darts out, and spreading it over her already wet heat, I lick upwards over the lacy material. I damn near fucking whimper from the taste of her seeping through onto my tongue. She sighs, letting her head hit the pillows.
“You’re already so fucking soaked for me,” I murmur right into her. The vibrations from my voice cause her to moan again, and my cock is officially bursting out of its confines.
My tongue smooths over the material again, all the way up to the hem of her pants. I catch it in my teeth and slowly pull it down her smooth, toned legs, revealing her glistening pussy.
I kneel above her, letting the lace hang from my forefinger.
She shivers as I lightly drag it up her leg and over the small abs of her stomach. I circle them around her nipples and watch as they rise into solid peaks. I weave it between her breasts and drag them up the column of her neck.
“Open,” I command softly.
Her plump lips part, and I slowly feed them into her mouth, bunching them inside.
“Can you be quiet for me, sweetheart?”
She nods.
“Good girl,” I whisper, and she rolls her eyes to the back of her head, a small moan escaping her throat. “Did you like that?” I ask.
She hesitates but slowly nods her head.
I noticed as much the first time I called her my good girl.
My Angel likes to be praised.
Which is glorious for me because I’ll worship the very ground she walks on.
She watches me with glazed eyes as I lower back to my knees and waste no time in devouring her.
I lick and suck on her clit like a man starved.
Her muffled moans fill the room, which just urges me on.
Slowly, I enter one finger inside her wet heat and curl.
I pump it in a steady rhythm, which makes her writhe on the bed.
Inserting another, she gasps and tilts her hips forward, begging for more.
She bucks her hips into me, her hand weaving into my hair, holding my face firmer to her. I swirl my tongue around her bundle of nerves, thrusting my fingers in time.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. You taste fucking divine.”
I pick up the pace, feeling her walls clenching around me. Her moans get louder as I fuck her with my fingers, delicious wet sounds mixing with her sweet voice. My cock pulses ferociously with the need to be inside her. It presses so hard against my jeans, and pre-cum is already seeping through.
I lap at her as she pulls my hair, thrusting her hips into me.
A low groan forms in her throat as her pussy grips my fingers. I pull out quickly, not giving her the satisfaction of finishing yet.
I’m not done with her.
She throws her head back, and her fists pound on the bed with annoyance.
I smirk. “Not yet.”
Climbing up the bed, I hold up the two fingers I just had buried deep inside her tight pussy, her arousal glistening.
I lean down, balancing on my elbow near her face. Using my thumb and pinkie, I take the underwear out of her mouth. Her ragged breaths fill the room.
“Move in with me.”
Her mouth immediately snaps shut. “What?”
“Move in with me,” I repeat.
A look of defiance twinkles in her eyes, and that just makes me even harder for her. If that’s even possible.
“No.”
I place the two fingers back on her clit and make slow, circular motions. “You want to come?” I whisper against her temple.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I push my fingers forcefully inside her once more, making her gasp, and pull them back out, pushing them through her closed mouth. “Suck.”
She wraps her lips around my digits, tasting herself. She locks her eyes on mine, bopping her head up and down slowly on my hand. I face upwards towards the ceiling, needing a few breaths to compose myself.
“Move in with me so I can keep you safe,” I whisper.