“Now make me see stars,mi Estrella,” he rasped and drove deep.
Chapter seventeen
Essie cried out and Xander exhaled a sharp breath as he sank to the hilt. He didn’t dare move. The feel of her wrapped around him—so hot and tight—nearly made him lose his mind. Fighting for control, he held her gaze captive. Unwilling to let it go. To lethergo.
“Okay?” He didn’t miss the flash of pain that had crossed her face, and he gave her a moment to adjust to his size. To the feel of him deep inside her.
She gave him a shaky nod. “I will be.”
“Oh, my star,” he whispered fiercely, forcing himself to move slowly. He withdrew. Eased inside again. Holding back for her sake until she was ready for him to unleash the passion flowing through his body. Each time one of them moved, it tested his restraint, but goddamn, it was the most beautiful torture he’d ever experienced.
Being intimately connected with Essie was more than he could’ve imagined. Like someone had left the pearly gatesunlocked, allowing the devil to enter heaven. And he was going to treasure every stolen moment.
He kissed her hard and she kissed him right back without reserve, relaxing beneath him. Propped on his elbows, he began to move, rocking slowly. Doing his best to be gentle, fighting the urge to drive hard and deep. To let his demons loose.
Her legs locked around his waist, and he picked up his pace when she lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts. In and out. Finding a rhythm, which was damn hard because his control hung on by a very thin thread.
Before he took his pleasure, he wanted to send her back over the edge again. Reaching between their rocking bodies, he strummed her swollen clit. Her nails dug deep into his skin.Good.He wanted her marks, her passion. He planned on leaving his own, too.
“Xander,” she murmured around a moan of ecstasy.
“You feel so damn good,” he groaned.
She gasped as he plunged deeper, harder. Rubbing her clit faster.
“I can’t…” Her words broke off in a strangled whimper, but she didn’t break eye contact.
“You can, and you will. Nowcome for me.”
He thrust hard and she arched up, fracturing with a cry as her pussy spasmed. Watching her release was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. The way she gasped and gave herself over to him was breathtaking. How she trusted him so completely, he had no idea. But it was a gift he didn’t take lightly. And exactly why he would make this the best sexual experience of her life.
The mere thought of Essie being with other men after this made his control snap. He thrust again, then shattered. A shower of stars filled his vision as he came harder than he’d ever fucking come in his life. Stiffening, he emptied every last drop, shuddering then collapsing half on top of her. Trying not tocrush her, still on an elbow and still deep inside her, he nuzzled his nose into her long hair and breathed her in deeply. His cinnamon-scented star.
Slowly pulling out, he pressed a lingering kiss to her neck then rolled out of bed. He headed to the bathroom, tossed the condom spotted with specks of blood, and raked a hand through his mussed hair. Gripping the edge of the counter, he studied his reflection in the mirror. Still breathing hard, face flushed, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that just happened.
He’d just fucked José Barrera’s sister. Not only had he fucked her, he’d taken her virginity. And goddammit, he’d do it all over again.You really are the devil. An absolute beast.
He reached for a washcloth and ran it under warm water then padded back into the bedroom.
Essie was sitting up, the sheet clutched to her chest, probably horrified by what they’d done. By what she’d let him do to her. Although, they both knew she’d offered herself to him on a silver platter. It’s not like it had been one-sided. The passion had consumed them both.
He extended his hand, offering the washcloth, and she took it without a word. But she just held it, looking a little shell-shocked.
“Regrets so soon?” he couldn’t help but ask, because he was a sarcastic bastard. But also, because he couldn’t decipher her expression. And as far gone as he was morally, something in him still needed to know what she was thinking.
Her head turned in his direction, dark eyes swirling with emotion. “Not one,” she whispered.
Xander’s brows shot up. That definitely was not what he expected. Tears, maybe. Anger, sure. But not that.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He took the washcloth back and gently pulled the sheet down. “Let me… take care of you.”
Were those the right words? He didn’t know. He’d never offered any type of aftercare, let alone wiped away a virgin’s blood.
She let out a hiss as he cleaned between her legs as delicately as possible. The dark, tempting urge to kiss her where he’d hurt her took over. Tossing the washcloth, be bent down and pressed his lips against her center.
“Xander…”
She threaded her fingers through his hair, moaning softly when he worked his tongue between her tender pussy lips and over her clit. Easing the ache with his mouth. Focusing on delivering more pleasure by sucking her swollen bud between his lips, softly working it with his tongue until she let out a surprised cry and splintered into another orgasm.
