I have to admit I was timid most of the time, but this man andthe pleasure he gave me made me more vocal about myself than I had ever been in the human world.
“Let go of my legs, I want you deeper,” I said. Xavier first looked at me like he didn’t understand, then he lifted my legs gently around his waist, to shove into me again at a deeper angle. Our bodies now completely pressed against each other, not a single inch of air between us.
“Like that?” he purred against my skin, as I felt him moving inside me again.
“Yes.” I pressed my thighs even tighter around his waist to allow more pressure on my clit. I wanted him deeper, harder and faster.
God, what was wrong with me? I’d never been so greedy for a man’s touch and yet I felt I wasn’t close enough. I yearned for more.
“What are you doing to me, Xavier?” I whispered.
“I could ask you the same thing. Ultimately, you are thedemonthat cast a spell on me. I’ve never felt so obsessive over one person in my entire life,” he murmured, before we both came together. I thought I could rest…until Xavier’s fingers began stroking my clit again, my body too numb from desire to feel anything. When he sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting me, I almost came again.
Why was this the hottest thing I had ever seen?
“You have no idea how good you taste with my cum on your tongue,” Xavier whispered against my skin, his voice filled with pure desire and sin.
Who could have thought that a man who dressed in the most elegant clothes could talk so filthy?
His fingers trailed lazily along my jaw, then tangled into my hair as he tilted my face up to him. “Did you know you cry when you come?” The tone in his voice was unexpectedly soft, reverent even, as though he was watching something sacred unravelbefore him.
I shook my head, my fingers touching my cheeks to feel the wetness.
Tears.
Did I really cry? I hadn’t even noticed, as I was completely drowning in the emotions. `Xavier allowed me to feel...
“I didn’t know…” I whispered, almost embarrassed at how vulnerable sex with him made me.
“I love when you cry for me,” he murmured against my skin, “it’s like your body is praying in the only language it knows.” Xavier gently cradled my face, wiping the tears away with his thumb, before he layered my face in gentle kisses.
His fingers found my core, stroking along my skin. I gasped as his fingers brushed against my clit. I tried to look away, to hide the vulnerability I hadn’t meant to show him, but Xavier caught my chin again, forcing my gaze back to his. His thumb brushed slowly over my lower lip, still swollen from his kiss, and he leaned in, his breath ghosting over my mouth.
It felt like he wanted to worship every tear, every tremble, every sound that fell from my lips, like he yearned to consume me. His shadows coiled around my thighs again, gripping me like they were afraid I’d leave the bed any second.
A gasp slipped past my lips as he moved lower, trailing kisses across my collarbone, his fingers trailing up my hips. Every movement was slow, as if he wanted to savor every inch of me.
Xavier gave a slow, dark smile, seeing me come undone again with his fingers between my legs. “You feel everything so deeply,little demon,” he said, his thumb stroking just under my eye. “And I want to feel every tear, every shiver, every sound you make, again and again. I’ll never have enough of you.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, a stark contrast to the way he’d fucked me before. My limbs were numb from exhaustion, my pulse still fluttering as if my soul hadn’t quite caught up withmy body.
Then, I felt his arms sweep under me, cradling me close against his chest. I barely registered the movement, too lost in him and the afterglow of what we had just done. My cheek rested against his naked chest as I breathed him in. His scent was my home. I could bury myself in his skin.
He carried me to the bathroom, where a full bath was already waiting, and we both sank into the heat of the water, the scent of lavender and roses surrounding us. The water was warm and gentle against my skin, welcoming me like silk. Xavier’s shadows slipped away, replaced by the comfort of his hands as he lowered me onto his lap, my hips grinding unwittingly on his crotch, bringing him to grumble. It’s like his body was my drug.
I sensed how his fingers stroked the bites he had left on me. “Did they hurt?” he asked.
“I thought you liked putting me in pain,” I voiced with a slight grin on my face. However, Xavier did not seem amused by my joke.
“Did they hurt, Gwendolyn?” he repeated, his fingers grazing over my skin. Even the slightest touch made me flinch, my body overly sensitive.
“No,” I replied, the deviant part of me even enjoying the little pain his bites ignited.
Xavier studied me like he did not believe a single word coming out of my mouth. His hands were running along my arms as he held me tightly against his chest.
“Not so much, I thought you liked marking me,” I stated. Why did he suddenly become so nervous about all of it?
“True, your screams and cries for pleasure and release excites my cock, but physical pain not so much. Especially when they are caused by the desire to bring you pleasure.” Xavier’s voice sounded emotional.
“It’s fine, you never really hurt me, at least not enough that Iwanted you to stop.” I smiled, my fingers brushing against his collarbone to one of his shadow lines.
