He curled them. Located that spot. Worked me with a precision that suggested muscle memory knew exactly how to take someone apart.
I was already close. Too wound up. Too desperate.
His thumb pressed against my clit. Circling. Digits pumping.
“Wait... I want...” I reached for his cock. “Inside. I want you inside me.”
Xavier withdrew. Positioned himself. The blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
Our gazes locked.
He thrust in. One hard stroke that filled me completely.
We both froze. Breathing hard. Adjusting.
He felt huge. Stretching me. The burn mixing with pleasure until I couldn’t separate them.
“Move. Xavier, please...”
The demand came out broken.
He withdrew. Slammed in again. Hard enough to rock the bed.
Yes. Like that.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. Changed the angle. Took him deeper.
Xavier set a brutal pace. No restraint. No careful control. Just raw need driving him.
Each thrust hit something inside me that made stars burst behind my lids. My nails dug into his shoulders. Probably drawing blood.
He didn’t slow down.
His mouth located my throat. My collarbone. My breast. Teeth scraping sensitive tissue.
The pressure built. Coiling tighter in my core. Inner walls clenching around him.
“Xavier... I’m...”
He shifted. Hooked my knee over his shoulder. The new angle drove him impossibly deeper.
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me. Wave after wave of white-hot pleasure that had me gasping his name. Clawing at his back. Arching into him.
Xavier kept moving. Chasing his own release now. His rhythm breaking down. Getting erratic.
I felt him swell inside me. His whole body going rigid.
He came with a strangled sound.
And a word.
Broken. Rough. But unmistakable.
“Clare.”
My name.
