Page 24 of The Keeper

The slow, deliberate way he dragged his tongue over his lower lip restarted my waning orgasm. Whatever secret he kept that thrilled him to no end reflected in his eyes. He pulled out slowly, teasing my sensitive flesh.

“Don’t move.” His gaze fell to my lips and his eyelids hooded when he stepped away.

I closed my eyes. My head thudded against the wall. I could hear him moving through the room. When I felt him in front of me again I opened my eyes to see him rolling on another condom.

“Tell me what you couldn’t stop thinking about.” He hooked my legs around his waist and pushed himself inside me.

“You,” I breathed. “What you said about fucking me in public. How your…when your hand was on me. Your voice. Your face. Your eyes. They were so dark, like you wanted to take me right then and there.”

He pulled out almost all the way, then rocked his hips forward, slowly filling me to the hilt. The sensation was killing me. The slow torture of pleasure. The measured control. On a moan, I clenched around his length.

“Are you leaving something out?”

I nodded.

“Tell me,” he ordered.

“That…that night was the first time I got myself off thinking about you.”

A dangerous, filthy smile tugged at his mouth. “You touched yourself thinking about me?”

“More than once. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. But I just…you’re…”

“Did you touch yourself today? Before coming to London?”

I only nodded. I couldn’t speak. His slow, torturous movements were too much.

“How many times did you make yourself come today?”

“Two.”

“That’s not enough,” he murmured, grinding his hips into me. “Did you fantasize about seeing me again?”

“Yes.”

He licked along my bottom lip before biting down on it. I went slack in his arms from the pleasure.

“Were you wet when you saw me at the event? Did you want my cock inside you in front of all those people?”

My lips parted on a silent moan.

“I’ve been thinking about you since I saw you on the side of the road,” he rasped. “Do you have any idea how hard I was at Black Rose? I had to take the edge off as soon as I got home. Fuck. I wanted to be inside you that night.”

The slow, methodical thrusts created a friction on my clit so consuming I nearly saw stars.

“Xavier.” I could barely speak.

“Do you want more?” he asked.

“Yes.”

His eyes flashed. “Should I go easier on you this time, dirty princess?” His voice was deeper and rougher. The sound made my arousal pool at my core.

“No,” I barely whispered. “I like you untamed.”

Bending his head to my ear, he growled, “You haven’t seen me untamed yet.” Then he thrust into me so hard and fast and deep I yelled.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “This will be quick, Victoria.”

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