CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
– XANE –
Her eyes are wide and the way she’s staring at me with a slight frown?
It’s easy to see her mind is running a hundred miles an hour.
I meant what I said, and was met with her one-word response.
Three letters with a load of meaning and promise.
Fuck it. I didn’t pop the question, but it’s too damn easy to pass up the moment.
“It’s a good thing we have the property ink on our skin already and don’t need rings.
Wearing a ring during your line of work isn’t smart, right?
I saw Ivy wearing a ring on a chain around her neck.
” There, distracting her with a question will make her mind jump to answering it instead of thinking about the fact I just ruled us engaged.
Her frown deepens and she automatically replies, “Doctors wear rings, but some forego to wear one due to sterility. It also depends on the ring, if it’s smooth...otherwise it could snag the glove.”
I press my pelvis against hers and cover her mouth with mine.
It’s one way to silence her if she brings up the engagement, and the perfect way to taste her again.
I have no clue why she pulled me into our room, and I was hungry as fuck from the smell of her food.
Right now, the only thing I crave is her.
She kisses me back with the same ferocity. Her hands fist the leather of my cut and pull me close. Eyes wide open and filled with lust. Dammit. I want nothing more than to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.
It’s been too damn long since I’ve felt her, and this thought makes me feel like a damn idiot.
I’m caging her in and am practically humping her against the door.
Reaching out, I place my hand at the back of her neck and slow down our heated kiss.
Taking a step back to create space between my pelvis and hers, I connect our foreheads and take a shuddering breath.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “I’m going too damn fast and taking more than you’re willing...capable...fuck.”
It’s harder than my cock to voice out the reasons why I need to pace myself.
Her trauma doesn’t stand between us, but it is a part entwined with our lives.
Me grinding against her feels like I’m overstepping boundaries.
I have no clue if she’s ready to have sex yet and by the way we kissed thinking went straight out the damn window.
She roughly yanks with her fist wrapped tight in the leather of my cut, but her voice is a mere whisper when she mutters, “I’m willing, capable, and the fuck part is definitely what I want.”
My smile comes fast and is damn huge. “The fuck part, as in sex?”
She rolls her eyes. “As in your penis...”
I hold up my finger to stop her. “In this room it’s a cock, darlin’. It’s pierced, we’re not playing doctor, and as you witnessed the other day...it’s functioning perfectly.”
Her cheeks heat and I fucking relish in the fact she glances down and bites her bottom lip. She’s thinking about me in the shower, jerking off in front of her like she asked me to. Just like the way she’s asking to have sex. Right. Now.
Without thinking twice, I gently take her wrists and step back so her fingers let go of my leather cut.
Once I’m free, I quickly shrug out of my cut and place it on the chair in the corner.
The rest of my clothes end up on the floor at rapid speed.
My ass bounces on the bed as I scoot down to lie comfortably on my back.
I’m clean, and Z had the results back from her bloodwork. Roux checked Ramiro’s medical files to make sure the fucker was clean so Z wasn’t at risk. Dammit, no more thinking about the past.
Turning my head Z’s way I tell her, “Come sit on my face. I want to lick that sweet pussy I had to miss for over a damn decade.”
Her eyes go wide at my words and yet her legs start to move.
I know for a fact no bad memories will cling to her sitting on my face.
The short interaction between Ramiro and Z gave me the knowledge the fucker tortured her into submission.
Giving her all the power by letting her be on top is a clear twist, and hopefully the fresh angle we need to start over.
Z kicks her shoes off and shoves her pants down along with her panties. She reaches back and I’m guessing she’s unclipping her bra because that too lands on the floor, but she keeps the shirt on.
I hate seeing the bandages on her arms, a reminder she got hurt once again. In my damn clubhouse and I wasn’t there to protect her. Shoving these emotions down, I hold my hand out for her to take.
In this bed there’s no room for the past, for regrets, for thoughts that don’t deserve to occupy our brain. Here only the two of us matter, along with the pleasure we give and take. The feeling intensifies when her fingers glide over mine.
Slowly she places a knee on the bed, her eyes locked with mine as she crawls to me.
I let my hand fall to her thigh and don’t let my gaze stray from hers.
This is us, her and me. There are no words needed between us because she can read it in her eyes as I can clearly see it in hers.
Fuck, I’m proud at the way she’s taking back what that fucker crushed inside her.
Z straddles my neck and I reach up to grab her ass, easily lifting her to plant her pussy on my mouth. This time I do break our connection as I close my eyes and moan when my tongue slides through the lips of her pussy.
Both of her hands go to my head and she starts to grind her pussy to my mouth creating the pleasure she needs. My cock is rock hard and yet I’m getting my fill by watching bliss take over my woman’s face. She’s not thinking and is completely driven with need.
I squeeze her ass, moaning against her clit while I suck and try to fuck her with my tongue. There might not be a lot of moments to breathe but who the fuck needs oxygen when you have life and love itself in your bare hands?
We feed on the pleasure we create together until she stops staring down to throw her head back, and fucking moans, “Grayerrrrrrrrr.”
Best fucking way I’ve heard my name voiced in over a decade.
Motherfucker. I can barely keep myself from blowing my load as her pleasure floods my mouth.
I keep lapping up her juices and love the way she shakes from the intensity above me.
She slowly brings her head down and gives me a sheepish smile. A smile that touches my damn heart.
I squeeze her ass that’s still in my hands and murmur against her slick pussy, “Hell yes, baby. I see you. I got you. I have you, because I fucking love you.”
She throws her ass back and crawls down my body to fuse our mouths together. No hesitation, only fierce actions as she kisses me with a load of passion that heats me to my very core. Her pussy bumps against my cock and I groan.
This is all about her. Even if she said she wants to fuck, I’d understand if she wants to take it slow. A hiss escapes me when she suddenly reaches back and grips my cock. Again, she stares right at me as she positions herself above my cock and slowly sinks down.
Taking me into her tight heat one piercing at a time.
Torture.
Abso-fucking-lute torture. I grit my teeth and clench my ass so I stay rooted to the mattress. This is about her. She’s taking what she wants, and I’ll be damned if I put my needs before hers. But motherfucking hell I ain’t a damn saint.
I surge up, place one hand on her hip, and the other on the back of her neck.
I kiss her hard while I pull her down to pin her on my cock as I moan into her mouth.
Fuck. She feels good. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in years.
Maybe because it’s her, it’s us, it’s what we once had, reawakened and put on overdrive.
A real connection with the kind of chemistry you’d only experience once in life.
It’s addictive, and I know right now there’s nothing alive or dead in this fucked-up world that can come between us.
We’re solid. We’re one. Especially now when she slowly starts to ride my cock.
A vision from the past, a promise of a future, and the blissful presence here and now.
This is the kind of stuff people dream about. To find your counterpart, your better half...to connect, to build a life together, and live to enjoy every damn second of it.