Chapter 14 #3
What was I doing? I shouldn’t. But I couldn’t help rising to his challenge as I let my robe fall open.
Xavier lunged, his hand flying into my hair as he pulled my head back crashing his soft lips on mine.
The air rushed from my lungs, and I felt like I was drowning, yet I desperately wished this moment would never end.
My heart hammered against my ribs as my arms instinctively wrapped around him, his other hand sliding across my bare skin to rest firmly on my lower back.
Our bodies pressed together, our tongues moving feverishly as his scent and smoky taste sent me reeling.
I didn’t know what I was doing. Why wasn’t I shoving him away? Why wasn’t I lowering my ward, letting Atticus come back in. I should be fighting him, not kissing him.
My body betrayed me as my back arched and my nipples hardened.
Xavier tore his lips from mine and I panted, sucking in air as his searing gaze held mine.
And then I was spinning, my back slamming against his chest, his hand now wrapped tightly around my throat, the other pinning my arm as his palm pressed against my lower stomach.
My other hand flew to his, my nails digging into his fingers at my neck and his mouth brushed against my ear.
“Touch yourself,” Xavier breathed, and a shiver ran through me, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
Dampness pooled between my thighs at his command, but I gritted my teeth, turning my head slightly toward him.
His lips brushed my ear again at the movement and my back arched again at the contact.
“No,” I tried to snap, but it came out as a moan as his hand tightened around my throat.
Xavier chuckled darkly in my ear and his palm that had been on my lower stomach moved, drifting over the top of my hand and grasping it in his. He moved our combined fingers over the plane of my stomach and my breath caught in my throat as he began to lower it between my thighs.
My fingers grazed over my clit and a whimper escaped me as he pressed his fingers against mine to give them pressure, slowly circling them over the bundle of nerves. Warmth spread through me and I couldn’t stop his name leaving my lips on a quiet breath. “Xavier.”
I wasn’t sure if I was begging him to stop or continue but I didn’t stop him as he moved our fingers lower, dragging them through my center. The pressure around my throat eased and I gripped his hand harder as he pressed again on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Fuck.
His hand slipped from mine as he lowered it further, and I moaned as a thick finger pushed inside me.
Xavier stroked it slowly, in and out of me before adding a second and growling low in my ear.
“Come for me,” Xavier purred, and my knees felt weak, my pulse hammering.
He was holding me up at this point, his grip on my throat and his arm around me the only thing keeping me upright.
My breath was ragged and all my focus was on his fingers as they curled inward.
Something hard pressed against my ass and I knew he was just as aroused as I was.
A breathy moan escaped me and I tightened around him, my fingers circling my clit harder, faster. Xavier growled low in approval and his chest vibrated against my back.
“I want you to remember this feeling,” Xavier breathed and he nipped at my ear. My head fell back onto his chest and a moan escaped me, the sensation of him becoming overwhelming. He quickened his pace, his fingers dragging through me faster, harder. My legs began to shake and my body trembled.
“Please,” I begged and I cursed myself internally for doing so.
Xavier breathed in deeply, his nose skimming my cheek.
“I want you to remember,” he snarled possessively, “that you are mine.”
And then he pushed my head to the side and bit me.
His teeth sank into the flesh at my neck, and I let out a cry of pain, but it was only pleasure I felt as his thumb replaced my now missing fingers.
I was holding onto him, my hips moving in time with his fingers as they kept a relentless pace sliding in and out of me.
My body shook and he bit down harder, his fingers moving faster.
I was about to combust, I was close, I was—my orgasm crashed over me, and I rode his fingers wave after wave, gasping moans passing my lips as I went limp in his arms.
“Fuck,” Xavier growled against my neck, and I felt blood trickling down my chest.
I turned and my gaze clashed with his, and I nearly went over the edge again.
Blood stained his lips, and he looked devastating—like some primordial god as he stared darkly back.
Desire swam in his gaze. I felt power, lust, and yearning flow between us and then his fingers left me in a brutal pull, the barrier between us slamming shut.
I gasped as the pressure on my neck released and I was being shoved away from him.
I took two stumbling steps, catching myself by gripping the edge of the bed.
A thick silence filled the room, and I spun around to face him, but he was gone.