Page 51 of The Penalty

“Yes. Let them watch.”

“So. Fucking. Filthy.” He released my neck and grabbed my hips, holding me still while he ravaged my body.

The sweet sounds and scents of summer mingled with sex and sweat, and panting and moaning.

Xavier buried himself so deep inside me I didn’t think he’d ever get out.

Not that I wanted him to. This was all I wanted right now.

The beginnings of another orgasm knotted and twisted in my belly.

“Oh, God, Xavier.”

His vice-like grip on my hips tightened. “Every fucking inch of you was made for me.” He withdrew almost all the way. “Scream for me, love. I want to feel you coming around my cock when you do.”

One hand fisted my hair. The other reached down to rub my clit.

“I…please let me...”

My words dissolved into a hoarse scream when he pinched my clit and slammed into me in one brutal motion. This orgasm annihilated me on a level I’ve never experienced, tearing through me in waves. I felt him shudder and jerk inside me.

“Tori…so fucking perfect…”

I swore I blacked out for a second after his moan. Everything went still and silent.

When I came back to my senses, I felt Xavier’s body against mine. His arms were wrapped around my waist, holding me up.

I trembled, slowly collecting myself with every breath.

“Are you okay?” He turned me to face him.

My foggy brain wasn’t able to form any type of response. All I could do was breathe, and even that was challenging.

Xavier’s soft kisses down my neck contrasted so sharply with how he just ravaged me.

Hard and soft. Dark and light. Two facets of the same man.

The gentle stroke of his thumb over my cheek preceded another question. “How do you feel? Alright?”

“I…I…wow.”

That garnered a quiet laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He took his time redressing me and smoothing some of the hair out of my face. There was absolutely no way I looked presentable.

“Can you walk? I want to get you properly cleaned up.”

“Y-yes. I…” My legs wobbled violently. I clutched onto his shoulders.

“We’ll wait a bit.”

Securing an arm around me, he led me to one of the stone benches. The second we sat down, I collapsed into a boneless heap, burying my head in his chest. He sifted his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.

The lust fueled fog slowly cleared. I luxuriated in his soothing caresses, intoxicated by comfort, by him, by…

“Feeling alright now?”

“Feeling alright,” I answered on a yawn. “Mmhmm. Perfect. I don’t want this night to end.”

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