“Lilah, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yup!”
My eyes threaten to close, my head falling back as euphoria washes over me, but I fight the impulse. When I look down at Xavier, his expression is soft, the hard edge gone, the intensity replaced by a different kind of fire. His eyes are hooded, his pupils so large they appear black, rimmed with silver.
“Give it to me,” Xavier says, so quiet I barely hear him over the thudding of my pulse.
The command in his tone, combined with the way he’s fucking me with his fingers, is too much. I let out a strangled whimper, and he stops circling my clit to cup the back of my head, his fingers gripping the strands. He drags my face down to his, until our mouths are touching, our breaths mingling.
“Well, goodnight then,” Ben says.
My mind and body are too consumed, too busy drowning in the haze of desire for me to answer him. His receding footsteps barely register.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I whisper against Xavier’s lips.
“Yes, you are.”
I shatter, my entire body flooded with ecstasy. His fingers are relentless, stroking the inside of my pussy, prolonging my orgasm.
“Look at you,” he says. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”
His praise causes a new rush of pleasure to spread through me, and I grind down on his hand, taking everything he’s giving me.
Finally, the pleasure wanes, and I slump forward, resting my head on his chest, the knife falling from my hand. His heart is pounding as fast and hard as mine.
“What the hell did you do that for?” I ask between ragged breaths.
“To prove a point.”
I push up so I can see him, but it takes some effort. “And what point is that?”
He reaches up and drags a finger over my collarbone, leaving a streak of blood. “I don’t care where we are or who’s around, I will have you. Anywhere. Everywhere. Always. You’re mine.”
I stare down at him, speechless.
“Do you understand?” he asks.
I nod.
“Say. It.”
“I’m yours.”
His fierce expression doesn’t disappear, but there’s a predatory satisfaction in gaze that continues to burn brightly. “Good.”
Xavier rolls me over, pressing his body against mine. His weight is heavy and solid, grounding me. I rake my gaze over the blood on his neck, and guilt rises.
“Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” he says, waving off my concern. “This is nothing.”
I reach up and brush my fingers over the wound, feeling the sticky wetness. “But I hurt you.”
“The only way you can hurt me doesn’t include physical weapons.”
“But—”
“Don’t worry about it, little raptor.” He nuzzles my jaw, his tongue gliding over my skin, following the path he creates. When his mouth reaches the shell of my ear, his warm breath fans over the skin, and I shiver. “You can make it up to me later. Right now, it’s my turn to come.”
