Page 154 of The Keeper

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I want to be so rough and possessive with you right now. I want to fuck your history away so it’s mine and mine alone.” He pushed in deeper until the full weight of his body was on me.

“Do it,” I breathed. “Claim me. Rewrite my past experiences with your body however you want. Starting right now.”

He slid his arms under my shoulders, propping himself on his elbows. When he looked down at me, he rocked his pelvis against my clit a few times, creating a friction unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Then he pulled out slow, hitting my g-spot. The sensation was euphoric.

This wasn’t rough but it was certainly possessive. Consuming. Over and over and over.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. All I could do was surrender to the shivers running up and down my spine. My entire body was overwhelmed by energy and vibration.

Xavier buried his face in my neck, biting and kissing and licking and whispering. The methodic, repetitive motions of his pelvis rocking lulled me into an intoxicating trance. When our eyes met, his were shining with devotion. He’s too perfect and beautiful in this moment.

I hooked my legs around his thighs. The change in position squeezed my pussy tighter around his length, intensifying the pressure he put on my body. He moaned quietly, never breaking his stride.

I wanted him closer. I wanted to fuse myself to him and feel this for eternity.

His intense, adoring stare locked on me and with a rough cadence to his voice, he professed, “I love you, Tori.”

A sound came out of me so primal and instinctual, I didn’t recognize it. My back arched as I gasped and cried out his name like a prayer and lost all control of my body, surrendering to him, to what I felt, to all the unknown moments yet to come.

With a shudder and several final deep thrusts, Xavier tumbled over the edge with me.

The sound of our heavy breathing filled the room, along with the thick fog of pleasure. I’d never felt more attuned to or more in harmony with another person. Any tense feelings swirling around jealousy or guilt or uncertainty blinked out of existence.

Xavier’s quiet sigh broke the silence when he pulled out and held me close. He kissed my shoulder, moving down the side of my ribcage. He traced my tattoo in slow, gentle strokes and then covered it in soft kisses. I shivered, wondering if this is how he felt every time I touched or kissed his scar.

“Keep rising,” he whispered. “I’ll be with you the whole way.”

I curled into him, tangling our legs together. We stayed this way for a few minutes before he got up to tend to his aftercare duties.

“You’re spoiling me.” I grinned while he gently cleaned me with a warm washcloth.

“Get used to it.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

I stretched like a content kitten, all arms and legs and low moans. When Xavier climbed back onto the bed next to me, I nestled into him, stroking his arms, his chest, his thighs.

All mine.

“You keep breaking your policy for me,” he said after several minutes, running the tip of his nose along my jaw.

“What policy?” I murmured.

He took my mouth in a soft kiss, smiling when he pulled back. “I have a confession.”

“You’re really some dull businessman who likes it missionary and on a schedule?”

He chuckled. “Not exactly. I’m actually quite peckish.”

“Peckish,” I repeated.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “I keep fantasizing about cold pizza.”

I propped myself up on an elbow and stared into his ridiculously handsome face. “I can make that fantasy come true if you want me to.”

“I’ve heard that about you.”

“Oh yeah? What else have you heard?”

The wide, crooked smile I love so much appeared, accentuating his dimple and making his eyes glow. “Feed me and I’ll tell you.”

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