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I bend my legs, crowding them around him as he grips my shirt, ripping it down the middle. The sound of material tearing echoes through the forest.
Xander lowers his mouth to my breast, his hot tongue circling around the small peak. I moan, weaving my hands through his hair.
The knife piercing through my skin.
He bites down, and I cry out from the sudden sting as his hand massages the scar on my thigh.
“Stop thinking about it,” he murmurs, entering two fingers inside of me, stretching me and starting a vigorous pumping rhythm. I moan, goosebumps erupting over my skin.
My hands find the elastic of his boxers, and I pull them down in one rough movement. He growls low in his throat, pulling his fingers out of me and thrusting his cock into me without warning.
“Fuck, Xander.”
As he thrusts repeatedly into me, my t-shirt bunches underneath, exposing my back to the rough debris. I can’t find it in me to care as I run my hands over the hard planes of his chest and abs, my fingers digging into his skin, scratching.
This is all teeth-clashing, skin-slapping, biting type of sex.
All thoughts I had from that night are lost in the fog of pleasure. In Xander. He presses his palm to my lower abdomen, and the feel of him inside me increases tenfold. I moan, my nails scratching down his back. He slams into me, his moves growing faster, more desperate. My moans echo in the night, his grunts accompanying them. Moving his hand to my nipples, he pinches. A sting runs through me, making me scream out his name.
Suddenly, he pulls out of me and lowers himself so his mouth hovers over my soaked centre. The ridges of his inked back ripple in the moonlight as he lowers himself. He presses his tongue into my clit, forcing his fingers into me at the same time. My hands fly to his hair, tangling in the knots, gripping as he laps at me. I shove myself into him as tingles erupt on my spine, working in tandem with his skilful tongue and mouth.
“Mhm, fuck my face with that greedy little cunt,” he murmurs, gripping my leg and burying his tongue inside me, his thumb now working on my clit.
All at once, he stops, and I growl in frustration. He climbs back over me, his cock thrusting inside me again, making my mouth drop with a sigh.
“Keep them open, Angel.”
Spit starts slowly descending into my open mouth; the taste of myself and him mixes on my tongue. He guides my jaw up to close.
“Swallow us, sweetheart.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I swallow.
“Good girl. See how divine you taste. How well we taste together.”
He moves again, dropping his elbows on either side of my head and slamming into me hard. One thrust after another. I moan as my core tingles with an orgasm.
“Xander,” I mewl.
He picks up pace, crashing his hips into mine.
My stomach clenches as I bite the crook of his neck. He moans into my ear, and it’s my undoing.
I clamp around him, my pussy throbbing with pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises as he continues thrusting.
Warmth floods me, his movements grow sloppier, and he releases inside me.
Our panting breaths linger in the air as our eyes drink each other in.
He places a kiss on my forehead as he pulls out of me.
Standing, he brushes off the dirt from his hands and scoops me up bridal style, walking us back to the cabin.
I realise, as he carries me and his eyes study me, that all thoughts from that night have been replaced by the man I’m slowly falling in love with.
And for once, I think there may be a way out of this for me.
