“Is this what you want?” he asks.
I bite my lip, waiting for him to push forward.
“Say it, Delilah. Use your words.”
“Please.”
He lines up his cock and slams into me. I groan at the fullness, as well as the soreness that returns. My pain makes my pleasure all the better.
“Fuck,” he says, his breath skimming the back of my neck.
He grips my hips and drives into me, pushing me against the bookshelf. The wood digs into my palms and bruises my flesh, but I barely register the discomfort. It’s nothing compared to the feeling of Xavier inside me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says.
He increases his pace, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off the shelves around us. I press my lips together, trying to keep quiet, but the way he’s fucking me makes it impossible. A moan slips from me when he angles his cock and it hits deeper than before.
“Be quiet, little raptor.” He reaches around and slaps my panties against my lips. “Open.”
When I do, he shoves the underwear inside my mouth. He drives his cock into me even harder than before. It’s almost like he wants someone to see us. His thrusts are so deep and powerful that I’m forced onto my tiptoes. My breasts rub against the rough surface of the shelf, sending tingles across my skin.
My pleasure builds quickly, the tension in my lower belly growing. It’s a delicious sensation, but not enough. Xavierdoesn’t let me get too close, denying me the release I crave. Instead, he keeps his pace steady and rough, his fingers digging into my hips, his grip bruising. The heat of his body envelopes me, his chest pressed against my back, his mouth on my neck, his breath tickling my skin.
“I love the way you fuck,” he says. “The way you take my cock.”
I whimper again, his words causing my pussy to spasm.
“That’s it,” he says. “Take what I give you.”
The words aren’t just a command. They’re a demand and a promise.
And I’m gone.
Pleasure rips through me, stealing the breath from my lungs and the strength from my legs. My vision goes white, and my ears fill with a ringing sound. Xavier fucks me through it, his pace never slowing.
“That’s a good girl,” he says. “Give it to me. Every breath, every moan.”
After a few more thrusts, his body tenses. He drives his cock deep, burying himself inside me, his fingers leaving imprints in my flesh. Then he stills, his breathing labored, his body slick with sweat.
Xavier rests his head on my back, his arms wrapped around me, our bodies joined. It’s only when I begin to tremble from the effort of holding this position that he eases out of me and adjusts his clothing.
He helps me to stand, his hands moving to fix my skirt and remove the panties from my mouth. His gaze locks onto mine. “Next time I tell you not to wear that skirt, you’d better listen.”
“Yes, sir,” I mutter, shoving my underwear back on.
His lips twitch. “Good girl.”
Xavier wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. My knees are wobbly, and I sag against him. His eyes roam overmy face, and he presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly. I return the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He pulls back with a groan. “We have to stop, or I’ll fuck you again.”
I nod, still reeling from the intensity of the moment and the tenderness that followed. Xavier’s protective demeanor doesn’t wane as he guides me back to the tables where my personal belongings lie unattended. The juxtaposition of his earlier dominance with his current gentleness creates a whirlwind of emotions inside me.
As we exit the library, I lean into him, finding an unexpected comfort in his nearness. The fear and adrenaline that surged through me when we first met began to dissipate more and more with every interaction between us. Now, replaced with his protection and affection, my view of him is starting to change. For the first time in my life, I feel safe.
And it’s with an assassin.
Chapter 54
