“Such a good fucking girl,” he rasps against my ear, grinding his cock into my ass.
I buck my hips as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through me. The pleasure is so intense, my legs shake uncontrollably, and I collapse. The only thing keeping me upright is Xavier’s hand on my pussy. He continues to stroke me, his touch prolonging the high, wringing out every bit of my release until I slump against him, still trembling.
The entire time, he murmurs words of praise. It’s the tenderness in his voice that has me looking up at him. The expression on his face is a mixture of arrogance and awe. I can handle his ego. It’s the amazement that throws me.
No one’s ever looked at me like they wanted to worship and fuck me at the same time.
“What are you staring at?” I snap.
“My bride.”
“I’m not your fucking bride. I don’t belong to anyone, least of all you.”
Xavier reaches out and brushes his knuckles across my cheek, the gesture almost affectionate. He removes his other hand from my panties and holds it in front of my face. It glistens with my cum.
He leans forward to lick the entire length of his palm. Slowly and thoroughly. When I imagine his tongue on my clit, I flinch in shame at the renewed desire pooling in my belly.
“So fucking good,” he says with a groan. “I’ll never forget the way you taste. Now that I know, I’ll crave it.”
I squeeze my thighs together, still feeling the effects of my orgasm. And his words. They shock me, scandalize me. And make me burn. I want to hate him and myself, but I’m too lethargic, too satisfied to care.
“Open,” he commands.
I part my lips. My obedience is immediate. I blame my bewildered state on him and how he took control over my body. He’s right: I didn’t want him to stop.
Before I can close my mouth, his fingers slip inside, and I taste myself on his skin. He growls in my ear, the sound full of praise and frustration. After removing his fingers, he grabs my jaw and crushes his lips to mine, making me taste myself on his tongue.
The salty taste is a reminder of what just happened, of the pleasure I experienced. And the weakness I showed.
I shove him away. Surprisingly, he lets me go. When I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, he grins.
“Delilah—”
“Get fucked.”
He chuckles, the sound a rumble in his chest. “I’ll take that as an invitation for another round.”
I flick my gaze to the clearing. Freedom is so close I can feel it, but I have no idea how to get there with Xavier in my way. After what I let him do, after the way he made me feel, he’s more dangerous than the Order.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says. “If you run, I’ll catch you. And this time when I do, you won’t be the only one whocomes.”
I shiver at his threat, at the intensity in his words. As well as the truth behind them. “You're an asshole.”
“Yeah, a horny one, thanks to you.” He adjusts his cock, and I stare, unable to help myself. When he catches me watching, he smirks. “Don’t worry, little raptor, soon enough you’ll know what it feels like to have it fill that tight pussy of yours.”
My mouth goes dry. I want to tell him to go to hell, but my voice deserts me. I don’t want to think about why that is.
I avert my gaze. The clearing is so close. If I could just slip past him, this would all be over. But there’s no way he’d let me. This man is too determined. And powerful. That only leaves me with one choice.
“Let me go,” I say, softening my voice. “Please.”
He shakes his head. “Never.”
“Why are you doing this? What does any of this have to do with the fraternity?”
“This isn’t about them. It’s about you.”
I blink up at him, confused. “Me? How?"
