“Oh, God.”
“Either you moan my name…” He reaches up and wraps his fingers around my throat and squeezes, cutting off most of my air supply. “Or you don’t speak at all.”
“Xavier.”
“That’s better,” he says.
I grip his hair as he fucks me with his tongue, pulling him closer instead of shoving him away. He maintains his grip on my neck, keeping me in place, reminding me with every shallow breath how dangerous he is. I can’t move or speak. I can only endure the pleasure.
Then he’s lifting my leg, placing it over his shoulder, spreading me wider. And he devours me. Each lick and suck is calculated. When I’m close to coming, he slows his pace until I’m ready to beg him to go faster. Harder.
He keeps me right on the edge, a prisoner to his mouth and tongue, until I’m a writhing, panting mess. And the entire time, his hand is a vise around my throat.
“You want to come?” he asks.
I nod, tears of frustration pricking my eyes.
“Words,” he snaps.
“Yes.” It’s a wheeze, but it’s all I can manage; the tiny puff of air all that he allows me to have. At this moment, he owns me.
“Say my name.”
“Xavier.”
“Again.”
“Xavier.Please.”
“You’re being such a good girl for me.”
He loosens his grip on my throat, and air rushes into my lungs. Then he’s licking me faster, harder. With purpose. His tongue dips inside me before he circles my clit. My orgasm takes hold, wringing the life out of me.
I scream.
Xavier groans.
He tightens his fingers around my throat and squeezes once more. He continues to suck and lick, extending the climax until it’s unbearable. When I try to scramble away, he pins me in placewith his hands, his tongue a weapon of pleasure that forces me to come again.
When he finally lifts his head, a satisfied smile twists his mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
“I hate you,” I whisper, my throat sore.
He dips his head and drags his tongue along my slit, collecting every bit of cum. Then he licks his lips, tasting me, his eyes never leaving mine. “No, you don’t.”
Through the haze of lust, I catch a glimpse of his face. His expression is intense, his jaw set, his eyes glittering with something dark.
It’s unhinged.
My breathing is still ragged as he sits up and stares down at me, his gaze trailing the length of my body, making me shiver. When his eyes return to my face, the fire in their depths scorches me.
“Finally, you’re mine,” he murmurs, his tone soft but fierce. “All fucking mine.”
I part my lips to respond, but a knock at the door cuts off the words.
“Who is it?” Xavier snaps, his gaze still on me.
“Open the fucking door, recruit.”
