Chapter 53
DELILAH
Xavier walks over to the table and plants his hands on the flat surface, leaning toward me until I can see his eyes, the gray in them swirling with possessiveness.
“You didn’t change your clothes,” he says quietly.
My gaze widens, and my heart leaps. Straight into my pussy. It starts pulsing at the sight of him.
“I was busy,” I say. “Class, remember?”
Raven gets to her feet and grabs her books. “I think this is my cue to go. If you need me, roomie, I’ll be in the dorm room.”
“Okay, bye,” I say, keeping my gaze on Xavier.
As soon as she’s gone, he snatches my wrist and pulls me to my feet. I gaze up at him, unsure of what he wants.
“Follow me,” he says.
He tightens his grip as he leaves me to trail behind him, his pace so fast I have to jog to keep up. The students we pass watch us, their expressions ranging from shocked to curious. A few even smirk.
I yank against his hold, but Xavier only increases his speed. “Where are we going?” I ask.
He turns down another row of books, leading me deeper into the stacks. “We need to talk.”
“Can’t we do that in the middle of the library?”
He shakes his head and rounds the corner, finally coming to a stop at the end of the aisle. I look around, finding us completely alone and surrounded by shelves of books.
Xavier releases me and steps forward, trapping me between a short bookcase and his body. “Do you know how dangerous it is for you to disobey me?” he asks, his tone low and threatening.
“I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”
“You’ve pushed me all day,” he says. “It’s like you want me to fuck that attitude right out of you.”
“I’m pretty sure you tried to last night.”
He smirks at me. “Obviously it wasn’t hard enough.”
His eyes flash with intent, right before he spins me around. He places a hand between my shoulder blades and shoves me forward, forcing me to bend over and grab the low shelf. I have a moment to react, to process what’s happening. But then he leans into me, his erection digging into my ass.
Arousal hits me hard, and I close my eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely,” he whispers.
“If anyone comes back here, they’ll see us.”
“You’ll have to be quiet then, won’t you?”
“Xavier—”
He silences my protest by slipping his hands underneath my skirt and dragging it up, exposing me. Cool air caresses my thighs, followed by his warm touch. It burns me.
Xavier cups my pussy with a groan. “You’re soaked. Is it because you like the idea that someone else might see how wet you get for me? How desperate you are to come?”
I can’t answer because he rips my panties, leaving me gasping. He runs his fingers along my slit and then spreads thedampness all over my clit. I bite back a moan as he works my body, making me delirious with lust.
He removes his hand, and I whimper. The rustle of clothing is followed by skin-to-skin contact, making me sigh. He presses against me, his cock settling against the seam of my ass. I shift, lifting my hips, wanting him inside me.
