Chapter 7 #3
My knees are already weak, and I feel like I might fall over.
Somehow able to sense it, Xavier scoops me up and lays me down on the makeshift mattress in the middle of the tent.
Wasting no time, he moves his head back between my legs and puts his mouth over my clit.
I inhale sharply, eyes fluttering shut. He doesn’t stop until I coming, body writhing with pleasure against his face.
I loudly moan, not caring if a passerby hears us. If they do, they’d just be jealous.
Once my body settles down, Xavier raises his head up, looking at me like I’m the only woman in the world.
I’m so overcome with desire, to have him inside of me, despite the fact I just had an orgasm, I desperately reach for him, doing a terrible job of pulling his strong and muscular body onto mine.
He moves over top of me, holding himself up on his forearms, and I wrap my hand around his thick cock, licking my lips as I spread the bead of precum from the tip, using it to wet his shaft as I jerk him off.
He groans, enjoying my touch for just a moment, and then grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his cock.
He moves to his side and brings my hand up over my head, and does the same with the other, holding them both with one hand, leaving his other free to continue touching me.
Keeping both of my wrists locked in his grasp, he kisses me again and brings the other between my thighs, urging my legs open.
But he doesn’t touch my core. Instead, his fingers go to an almost healed bite wound on my thigh, and remembering him sinking his fangs into me and drinking my blood brings about another wave of pleasure.
With slow, deliberate movements, he brings them up closer and closer.
Inch by fucking inch until everything inside of me is screaming and begging to be touched.
He finds my clit and sweeps his fingers over it so lightly, teasing me. It’s as if this is a game to him and he’s seeing how long I can hold out before I grab his hips and bring him onto me, moving him between my legs and welcoming his cock.
“I need you,” I whisper, and those three words are all it takes for Xavier to move in a flurry, putting himself between my legs. But he doesn’t put his cock inside, leaving me aching with need.
“Patience, my little witch,” he growls and moves his hips so the tip of his cock rubs against my clit.
I let out a breath as a wave of pleasure ripples through me.
Fuck, he’s good, and he knows it. He’s had hundreds of years of practice and perfecting his every move.
Plus the man has the willpower of a fucking god.
And the cock of one too, and I look down, hardly able to see because he’s so close to me.
“You’re so fucking wet” he groans, rubbing his cock against me again but this time the tip just barely enters me.
“You make me wet.” I arch my hips and Xavier groans. His mouth goes to my neck and bites his fangs into my flesh at the same time he pushes his big cock inside me.
The first time we had sex, I wasn’t sure if he would fit.
Now it’s like we’re made for each other, with him filling every inch, fitting in so tightly he hits all the right spots.
Dragging my fingers down his back, digging my nails into his skin as he sucks a mouthful of blood.
The pain mixed with the pleasure sends me over the edge, and I angle my hips so he hits the sweet spot inside that makes me come, wetness spilling from me.
He fucks me slow as he drinks another mouthful of my blood and then pulls his head back, licking the little wounds on my neck.
I wrap my legs around him and he speeds up his movements, making me come one more time before he stops and sits back on his knees, grabbing my leg and holding it up in the air, pounding his cock into me.
Reaching down, I put my hand over his, feeling him touch me. My pussy contracts, and a moan escapes my lips. In sync with me, Xavier pitches forward, cock pulsing inside me as he comes. My inner walls spasm around him, and I bring my arms up, hands landing on either side of his face.
I’m panting, with my heart racing, unable to form a coherent sentence. Xavier rests his forehead against mine and puts his fingers over the bite on my neck, helping it clot. We stay like this for a while, not wanting to get up and face reality.
“I love you, Florence,” he whispers. “And if you need to go back to the Covenstead, then I want you to.”
Tears well in my eyes. “I want to, but I’m not leaving you.” My lips curve into a smile. “Not that you’d let me go.”
“No, you’re not going anywhere.” He slowly sits up. “Besides home.”
“Yes. Home,” I repeat. Home. With him.
The door to our bedroom flies open, and light from the hallway spills inside. I sit up in shock, sucking in a shaky breath. Xavier’s eyes open, and he stares at his brother with obvious annoyance.
“What in God’s name do you want?” he asks calmly as he reaches over, making sure the blankets cover my naked body.
“We have a huge fucking problem,” Theo says, his fangs flashing as he speaks. “A huge fucking demonic problem.”
His eyes shift to me. “And it’s all her fault.”