He smiled even wider, his gaze fixed on me as he dipped one finger into the pool of moisture inside me, pushing it deep before he pulled it out, pressing his thumb and forefinger together. "Look at that, Rosalee. Look at how wet your pussy is for me." He spread his fingers apart, and it was so wickedly dirty I felt more moisture rush down my legs.
"Fuck."
His nostrils flared, and he kept smiling while he rubbed those two fingers together before he dipped two fingers inside of me and pulled them out, rubbing moisture all over my clit. "Your pussy is so greedy," he growled. "She missed me too." He spoke dirty words while his fingers plunged in and out of my pussy and his thumb rubbed rough circles against my clit.
"Xavier," I moaned and rolled my hips, my gaze glued to his face. "Please."
"You ready to come, Rosalee? You gonna drench my hands in your sweet pussy juices?"
I nodded, unable to say anything because the beauty of him in the depths of this dirty deed stole my breath. "Yes."
He fucked me with his fingers and teased my clit as my body tensed and my toes curled. My back arched into his touch, and then he stopped, flashing that teasing smile at me. "On my tongue," he commanded and slid down, spreading me wider with his broad shoulders. He hooked his arms around my thighs and pulled me closer before his lips, tongue, and teeth feasted on my pussy.
"Oh my," I cried out when his tongue thrust inside of me and he applied more pleasure to my clit. "Yes, Xavier. I'm...yes!" My body shook violently when the orgasm hit, and my legs wrapped around his neck while aftershocks jerked my body in every direction.
He continued to kiss my pussy until every ounce of pleasure was wrung from my body, and then he kissed me gently on the inside of my thighs, my hipbones, my belly, and all the way up to my mouth. "You are so fucking gorgeous when you come, Rosalee. Watching you go wild and chase your pleasure? Hottest fucking thing ever."
"That was perfect, but I need you, Xavier. All of you."
His lips parted into a gorgeous smile that made my pussy pound hard from inside my body at the same time he slid deep on one long, slow stroke. "Fuck. So fucking good."
He felt amazing, so long and thick inside of me that I already felt another orgasm building. I hooked an arm around him and pulled him close, licking and sucking his bottom lip while his cock plunged in and out of my body. The kiss was wet and hot, and Xavier must've liked it too because his hips moved faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
My hands dug into his shoulders, and my hips bucked up and rolled, urging him to give me more.
He thrust harder and deeper, and I moaned loudly as my head thrashed back and forth. "Keep your eyes on me," he commanded, and I did, watching as those gray eyes turned black and then to molten silver while he pounded with more naked hunger, more intensity.
Just. More.
It was wild. It was primal. It was a fiery clashing of bodies, and I couldn't hold back. "Oh, good God, yes!" I clenched around him and shouted my pleasure, which he quickly covered with a kiss so fierce it brought tears to my eyes. His hands touched my face gently, like I was something precious to him, and it was so at odds with the needy way he claimed my body that I knew it was useless to hold back. He was everything I wanted in a man, everything a man should be, and he claimed me like I was a prize. A treasure. "Xavier!" His name was the punctuation mark on an orgasm that tore me into millions of tiny pieces.
"Ah, fuck, Rosalee. Baby. Fuck."
I smiled at his incoherent words while he thrust harder and deeper until I felt the warm spray of his orgasm fill me up to bursting. My orgasm went on and on, gripping and squeezing him tight until my body went slack against the bed. "Damn."
"You're incredible, Rosalee. So fucking incredible." He kissed me again, and it was slow, wet, and teasing. Hot and demanding. He claimed me with that kiss and branded me as his.
My head spun, and when he pulled back and rolled away, my heart seized. But he pulled me close and kissed the top of my head. "Stay?" I whispered the question and laid my head on his chest.
"Nowhere else I'd rather be," he replied around a yawn.
His heart slowed to a steady thump that lulled me into a deep sleep full of fantasies and fairy tales of a long life with Xavier Holloway at my side.
Chapter 25
Xavier
I inhaled deeply and exhaled on a smile. Rosalee's hair always smelled like fruit, and there was nothing better than waking up with her in my arms, her hair splayed all over my face and chest. We've shared a bed—her bed—for the past four nights, and every morning I've woken up with a smile on my face.
I loved being with her like this, unguarded and quiet, with no need to fill the silence unless we had something to say. I also loved that we fucked so hard, so greedily and intensely that we usually fell asleep wherever we collapsed after coming so hard we couldn't move. Last night, I woke up and reached for her in the night only to find our bodies still entwined. It's never been like that with anyone, and I've never wanted it to be.
Until now.
She began to stir beside me, her body tensing as she stretched her sore limbs. A moan escaped, and then she smiled up at me through her mussed hair. "Good morning." She pressed a kiss right on top of the spot where my heart raced at the sight of her body as the sheet fell away, and I groaned. "You smell good."
