Page 152 of The Keeper

I whimpered when he stopped, anticipating what he’d do next. All I could see from the reflection in the window was Xavier on his knees behind me and if that wasn’t the hottest thing in the world I don’t know what is.

A tingling, throbbing sensation skittered down from my hips to my legs when he bit into the soft flesh of my bottom. I laughed in surprise. Then he did it again. My knees went weak.

“Shit, that tickles,” I said on a giggle.

“Should I continue?” he asked, caressing my backside in whisper soft touches.

“Yes.”

He slapped one ass cheek hard. I squealed with pleasure.

“Should I continue?” he repeated in a gruff tone.

“Green.”

Desire coiled at my core when I felt his tongue run along the curve of my ass, licking close to the entrance and then up to the small of my back.

When he stood, he caressed my stomach, between my breasts and stopped at my throat. He collared his fingers around it, pressing them into my skin possessively.

Everything in me stilled watching our reflections in the glass. His face was taut with intent. My eyes were wild with anticipation. It felt like I’ve been caught. But I never wanted to escape.

His warm breath tickled my neck before he growled, “You’re fucking mine.”

With a quickness and ferocity, he shoved himself inside, filling me to the hilt in one thrust. I cried out at the sudden invasion. Every nerve ending spiked with need. Over and over he drove into me.

“More,” I tried to demand. “I love it, Xavier.”

I could barely speak so I wasn’t sure if he heard me. But he did. And he gave me what I asked. Not necessarily faster, but harder and deeper. He gripped my hips so tight I couldn’t move. I was at his mercy, taking all of him.

The reflection of his impassioned face stared back at me from the window. All of his features were shadowed by the city lights but I could see him. His parted lips. His raw, animalistic stare. His hips flexing and pounding into me from behind. I bent forward even more to take him deeper.

He thrust into me so hard we both cried out. Lowering his body to mine, his rough, baritone voice filled me. “Come for me.”

Heat swirled deep in my belly. I was almost there. My body ignited from the inside out.

He fucked me harder, demanding, “Give me what’s mine.”

I struggled to breathe as my orgasm hit with unrelenting force. I wanted to scream his name. I wanted him to hear me call out the only name I was meant to say. All I could do was shake and moan as he rode through my release. His deep grunts signaled he was close. I felt him tense, jerking his hips against me on the waves of his own surrender.

He turned me as soon as he pulled out. His cock was still hard as steel, glistening from both us.

“Kneel.”

I dropped to my knees without hesitation. His sides heaved like he’d finished a strenuous workout. Looking up at him through my lashes, I leaned forward and licked under his shaft up to the flared crown. His head lolled back slightly.

“Untie me, please,” I requested, leaning back. “I want to touch you.”

“No.” His tone matched the severe look on his face.

My lips curved in a smile. I knelt up higher, crossing my ankles behind me. It didn’t take an astute observer to notice the flair of dominance behind his eyes.

He grabbed the back of my head, knotting his fingers in my hair. The covetous expression he wore at the bar last night reappeared. He tugged on my hair.

“Open,” he directed.

I parted my lips, sliding my mouth down his hard shaft, flattening my tongue against it.

Both his hands pulled on my hair as he swore under his breath. Without warning, he thrust deep into my throat. I swallowed on instinct. He thrust again, harder, grabbing the back of my head to keep me from pulling away.

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