The sound that leaves my throat is nearly a growl as I press forward. His lips part again, falling into a silent cry as his body accepts me.
My fingers dig into his flesh, pitting his chest and stomach as I almost lose myself to the bliss of sinking into his heat.
“You make me crazy,” I mutter as I kiss along his neck, flicking my tongue over his racing pulse as he watches me in the mirror. “I’m going to have to mark you so they know not to come close.”
He tilts his head as I draw the skin between my lips. Teeth scrape, and he whines again as I suck harder. By the time I pull away, a purple blemish bruises his skin.
“Another,” he pleads.
He’s always been so pretty when he begs.
I pull my hips back and snap them forward as I shift my mouth. We build a rhythm as I leave a second hickey on his long, graceful neck.
Xeni is pliant in my arms, face slack and head unsteady as I decorate his skin in bites and sucks. The slap of skin is audible even over the thumping music outside, and Xeni’s cries get louder the longer we go.
He always wants to run.
Wants to tumble over the edge and fall apart as I take my time, gorging myself in the satisfaction of being the one to make him shatter over and over again. As a lover, I’m patient, milking him until he’s wrung dry. Relishing the feel of his body losing control multiple times before chasing my own release.
But right now, as my fingernails leave red marks across his chest and my hips snap against his ass in loud slaps, I don’t want to be patient.
I want to run, too.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I murmur into his ear, dragging my teeth along the lobe and licking up the point.
“Yours,” he pants.
White strands of hair stick to the sweat on his forehead and cheek, and his face is flushed and oh, so pretty as he repeats that single word in a whispered, breathy chant.
His spine curves as I reach into his panties. My fingers wrap around him, needing to push him over the edge so I can fall with him. His cock tenses as he arches further, and I know he’s gone.
“Look at me when you come, princess.”
His gaze lands on mine as his mouth forms a circle, and he cries out as his cock pulses against my hand, cum spilling over my knuckles and soaking the fabric of his panties.
“Gods, you’re so perfect for me… so good,” I grunt as I drive forward, the squeeze of his hole around me catapulting me into my own blinding bliss.
We’re pinned together in front of that mirror—chest to back, hips to ass, arms and legs wrapped. As close as two people could be, but still, I press into him. Wanting to be closer, needing to be under his skin, burrowed into his chest. Needing to make a home inside him, where it has always been safe.
My heart thuds as the rippling waves of pleasure pass, and I pull my hand free and trace a path up Xeni’s stomach and pecs. A shiny, slick trail forms in its wake, and Xeni’s eyes are heavy on mine as I drag a single finger up his chin.
His jaw is sagged open, and it hinges further as that finger slides over his lips. His mouth closes and his tongue curls, and he sucks on my fingers one at a time as I watch.
“Why did you leave?” I finally ask.
“I was coming back,” he responds, his voice breathy. “You asked for time. I was trying to give it to you, but I was…”
My gaze drops to the marks along his neck, those possessive claims I staked on him. They won’t last long—he heals too quickly for that—but I love seeing them there on his fair skin. I press my lips to one in a gentle kiss as I glance up and find him still staring.
“I was lonely in that room, Bash.”
Potent guilt grows in my gut at leaving him alone.
His head falls back against my shoulder, gaze heavy. “I’ve been so fucking lonely for so long.”
“Xen,” I whisper.
He twists to look at me. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
