I lean close and growl in her ear. “Yes, here.Now.”
A shudder rolls through her. Her throat works beneath my palm, swallowing. I circle her clit, and the softest of whimpers slips past her lips. I’m aware of the many gazes trained on us. My eyes flicker back and forth, ensuring no one dares gets close.
“Don’t let them hear you come,” I say. “Like your cunt, that’s only meant for me.”
Using my free hand, I grip the back of her thigh and bury my face in her pussy. The sweet scent of her arousal surrounds me, and the taste of her floods my mouth.
She bucks under my hold, her hips lifting, seeking my touch. “Oh God.”
“Don’t pray to him,” I say, my lips skimming her flesh. “Pray to me, so I’ll let you come.”
“Xavier, please.”
Her voice is full of desperation, the tone music to my ears. She’s already on the verge, her need for me evident. I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing her, giving her a taste of the pleasure she craves. When her thighs begin to tremble and her breathing grows erratic, I pull her flesh into my mouth and suck hard. At the same time, I tighten my grip on her neck, cutting off all sound.
She comes on a silent gasp, her back bowing off the ground. The movement strains her neck, but I refuse to release my grip on her throat. My lips curl into a victorious smile as her hips jerk and she comes again,harder, the orgasm wracking her body. Only then do I let her go.
Her come hits my chin, the wetness sliding down my face. I wipe my mouth against her inner thigh and then follow the trail with my tongue, lapping up the taste of her. That causes Delilah to suck in a much-needed breath. Her body sags, her limbs shaking and chest heaving.
I sit up, feeling the weight of everyone’s gazes, their expressions ranging from shock to lust.
“Now everyone knows,” I say.
Delilah gazes up at me, her lips pursed and her eyes glazed with passion. Even then, I can read the question on her face.
“Now they know you’re mine.”
Chapter 21
DELILAH
Istare up at Xavier, watching him drag his chin along my thigh, leaving behind a trail of cum. My cum. That’s never happened to me before. Maybe Raven was right. I’m like Old Faithful, squirting all over the place.
My face, already flushed from my orgasm, heats even more. “If you’re done eating me like a fat man at a buffet, the least you could do is help me up. For fuck’s sake.”
Xavier smirks, the curve of his lips arrogant and sexy as hell. “I could. But I’d much rather look at you.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“You’re an asshole,” I mutter.
He shrugs. “Guilty.”
I glare at him and push myself up, using my arms as leverage. He gets to his feet in one fluid motion, his muscles straining against his clothing. I stare at him in awe. I can’t help it. I don’t think there will ever be a time I’m not attracted to Xavier. No matter how much he humiliates me in public.
With a neutral expression, he offers me his hand, and I accept it, getting to my feet. Once I’m upright, his gaze drops.Although I’m fully covered, his eyes sparkle with his licentious thoughts.
“You owe me a pair of panties,” I say with a huff, trying to smooth out the wrinkles on my gown.
“You have no idea how amazing you look in that dress,” he says, his words harsh despite the compliment. “Every man here wants to fuck you.”
“That’s not true.” I pause as a thought flits through my mind. “Is that why you didn’t want me to come? Because of the other crows?”
“That’s only one of many reasons. Now that you’re here and they’ve seen you, you can’t leave. Stay close to me.”
I look up at him and lower my voice, although no one is close enough to hear me. “Is it really that dangerous? Or are you just that possessive?”
