“Jesus fucking Christ. You better come before I do or I’m going to be pissed.”
Xavier really does get off on me getting off. The idea makes me whimper.
“I heard that, bride. You like that, don’t you?”
I hum in acknowledgement, but I’m already working his cock. I hollow out my cheeks and suck, each pull of my mouth harder than the last. The muscles in my jaw ache and tears stream down my face, but I ignore that, relishing every hiss and groan from him.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says panting. “I want you to swallow everything I give you, understand?”
My inner muscles clench, the urge to come overwhelming. I moan, and his dick swells, hitting the back of my throat. Bruising it. I swallow around him, my fingers furiously working my clit.
Xavier’s grip on my hair tightens, holding me still, and he fucks my mouth. Each time he hits the back of my throat, my orgasm looms closer. I rub my clit harder and faster until I’m right there, my orgasm barreling toward me.
He grabs my throat, hard enough to cut off my oxygen, his fingers punishing. I don’t stop pleasuring him, even as my lungs cry out and my chest aches.
“You better come right fucking now, Delilah.”
My body always obeys him. I moan around his length as my orgasm slams into me. Ecstasy shoots through my body and lights every nerve ending on fire.
Xavier comes.
Warm jets of cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallow, struggling to take him. His thrusts become more erratic, andhis cock twitches in my mouth. I swallow every drop and keep sucking until his grip on my hair loosens and his body relaxes. Only then do I pull back and release him. His cock slips from my mouth and rests against his abdomen, wet and glistening.
His hands drop to his sides, and his chest rises and falls with the rapidness of his breathing. “That was... fuck. Amazing. Fucking perfect.”
My head falls forward, my energy depleted. Xavier reaches down and cradles my skull, guiding my cheek to rest on his thigh. I sigh when he runs his fingers through my hair, the action soothing and tender, full of unspoken appreciation. I close my eyes and relax, enjoying the moment, uncaring about the mascara staining my face.
“I wasn’t sure, but I am now,” he says after a while.
His tone is soft and caressing. It wraps around me like a warm blanket. I look up at him and lift a brow in question.
“Idohave a heart,” he whispers. “However, it doesn’t belong to me. I’m not sure it ever did.”
I frown, not understanding. He reaches down to clasp my wrist and brings my hand to his chest, my palm covering his tattoo.
“I think my heart was created the day I met you. And that’s the day it became yours.”
Chapter 15
DELILAH
Xavier’s confession stirs something deep within me. It’s a mixture of surprise, awe, and a sense of belonging, as if I’m not alone. As if I’m worthy of love.
I’ve wanted that my entire life.
I open my mouth to say something, anything to let him understand how much this means to me, but he shifts slightly, releasing my hand. He waits for me to shuffle backward before rising to his feet and walking over to the shelf full of guns and knives. When he returns to the chair, he’s gripping a dagger.
It’s not just any dagger.
The weapon is exquisitely crafted, something out of a fantasy movie. The blade is forged from a shimmering metal that catches the light, dancing with hues of silver and blue. The hilt is adorned with jewels—rubies, emeralds, and diamonds—each stone meticulously placed to form a breathtaking design . It’s so beautiful it looks fake.
“This,” Xavier says, “is the main reason I brought you here, to give it to you.”
He takes my hand and places the dagger on my palm, the feel of it unreal. It’s light, making it easy to wield. The gems catch theglow of the lanterns strung all around the room and dazzle me with their sparkle, putting me into a mild trance.
“Where did you get it?” I ask, finally able to form words. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Xavier’s pupils contract as he stares at me. “It’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m looking at her.”
