He held my hips firmly down with one powerful arm as he began to suck at the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. My breath caught, and I clutched the sheets above my head, overwhelmed by the sensation. Waves of ecstasy washed over me, causing my hips to instinctively move in rhythm with his actions. My breaths came in hot, rapid gasps as pressure built between my thighs.
When he flicked his tongue once more against that sensitive spot, I lost all control. My climax shattered through me, yet Xavier didn’t stop; he continued to draw out every shuddering pulse of pleasure until I was left trembling and utterly limp beneath him.
Xavier pressed a gentle kiss to my clit, the sensation electrifying, before pulling back with deliberate slowness. He moved up my body, his lips trailing a scorching path, andwhen he kissed me, I tasted myself on his lips, the intimacy of it sending a shudder through me. As he drew back again, he shifted, kneeling between my thighs with a predatory grace. His eyes swept over my body, and the heat of his gaze seared my skin. He was fully naked now, his arousal thick and proud, jutting between his thighs, and I couldn’t help but take in the sight of him.
He looked like a god—every inch of him commanding, like a dark king forged from shadows and light. With each steady breath, his broad, firm chest rose and fell. His abs were taut beneath his tanned skin, rippling across the plane of his stomach in an infuriatingly delicious way. His arms were solid muscle, as were his thighs, the cords of power beneath solid and firm. The contrast between the darkness surrounding him and the glow of his skin made him appear otherworldly.
My chest tightened, and I held my breath as his hand slid down to wrap around his thick length, stroking himself slowly. Each movement was unhurriedandenticing, and the mere sight nearly pushed me over the edge again. A tightness coiled deep in my core, a desperate ache that begged for release. I wanted him—needed him—inside me more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.
“You were made for me,” he murmured, his words making my eyes dart back to his. His claim sent another thrill coursing through my body.
He lowered himself over me, capturing my mouth in a tender kiss as he guided himself to my entrance. Our gazes locked, and the space between us seemed to crackle with energy. He pushed into me slowly, the delicious stretch of him making me moan as the pressure of him filled me entirely.
Xavier moved deeper, allowing me to adjust to his size, waiting until I relaxed around him. The pressure already had mecraving more, and with agonizing slowness, he began to move inside me.
I'd never experienced such passion in my entire life. I had only ever known quick kisses and even quicker encounters, but this…if this was what it could be…
He pulled almost all the way out, his lips hovering just above mine, teasing, before he thrust into me with abrutal drive of his hips. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips, echoing in the quiet room, as he repeated the motion again and again, each thrust hitting that torturously blissful spot inside me.
Our bodies moved together in perfect sync, and I couldn’t help but feel how right this was. How right he was. Sex was always just sex for me, but this, whatever this was between us, was primal, primitive, and much, much more.
The pressure built between my thighs, and I moaned, my breaths becoming quicker as I teetered toward the edge again.
“Not yet,” he breathed, his voice low and husky. I whimpered, my body trembling as I fought against the overwhelming pressure threatening to take over. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold it back. He filled me entirely. The feel of him inside of me, the way he moved, it was too much. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, I was going to unravel, I was going to—.
Xavier shifted us with a swift, effortless motion, and in an instant, I found myself on top of him, straddling his waist as he knelt on the bed. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, anchoring myself against him. The new position made me gasp as he seated himself deeper inside me, the sensation pulling a cry from my lips.
His hands gripped my hips, strong and commanding, guiding me up and down his length. His relentless rhythm intensified with each thrust, causing waves of pleasure to surge through my body.
His mouth found my breast again, his lips and tongue wreaking havoc on my already oversensitive body. My body became taut, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I shattered around him, my orgasm crashing through me with such intensity that I cried out, gripping him tightly as I rode each wave of bliss.
Xavier groaned, his release overtaking him, his grip tightening on my hips as he pulsed inside me, falling over the edge alongside me.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies a tangle of limbs, both breathless, our hearts pounding in unison. My head rested against his chest, his heart thundering beneath my ear as we lay there, trying to catch our breath.
“That was…” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, unable to find the words.
“It was,” Xavier echoed, his voice rough but satisfied.
His hand gently trailed up my back, fingers threading into my hair as he tugged me closer to meet his gaze. His emerald eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, the world seemed to still, leaving just the two of us suspended in time. Then, without warning, he closed the distance, his mouth crashing back onto mine in a kiss so fierce, so consuming, it reignited the fire between us all over again.
Xavier moved swiftly, turning me onto my stomach. His weight was all-consuming, grounding me as his lips trailed along my shoulder and neck. I let out another breathy moan as his hands trailed over my ass.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that I would never get enough of him—of this. It was passionate and thrilling, and he seemed to know what I needed without asking. Each kiss on my skin sent more heat radiating between us, and I wasn’t sure how we would ever stop… if I wanted it to ever stop…
He gently pushed the hair from my face as I looked at him over my shoulder. His eyes were dark again with desire, and the sight of him over me, his inky hair…that white strand over his eyes…made my heart race with untamed passion.
How he looked at me, as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered, sent waves of warmth coursing through my veins. Then he nipped at my ear, making me gasp.
His hands settled on my hips, guiding me to my knees, my head still pressed against the mattress. Once again, he positioned himself between my thighs, and I felt a rush of anticipation as he pushed inside me. A guttural moan escaped his lips, laced with a low growl, and I couldn’t help but respond with a moan of my own, the sound spilling from me as desire enveloped us both.
His hand slid between my thighs, and my breath hitched at the unexpected sensation. He moved slowly, savoring each moment as he took his time, his fingers teasingly brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Tell me you’re mine,” Xavier breathed, his voice rough, almost pleading. I furrowed my brow, caught off guard by the intensity in his tone.
“Xav—” I barely managed to say before a moan ripped through me as he tugged at my hair, thrusting harder into me. His pace slowed again, teasing me, his grip still firm in my hair, keeping me tethered to him.
“Zara,” he panted, his voice desperate, and when he thrust again, hitting that spot deep inside me, I couldn’t hold back the way my body clenched tighter around him.
