Page 23 of The Keeper

Yes, he was muscular. But not in the bulky way some pro-athletes are. He was lean, sculpted, powerful.

I simply stared at him. At the corrugated lines of his stomach. The expanse of his chest. How his throat worked when he swallowed. Every tendon and muscle in him braced for what was surely to come next.

And his tattoos. I sucked in a breath. They covered his upper torso from shoulder to shoulder. Some even snaked down his arms.

I placed both hands on his chest, my fingers following every curve, every detail.

He shivered at my touch. “Victoria. Are you sure you want this?”

I nodded.

“I need to hear you say it.” The blue in his eyes burned like flames. Complete combustion.

“I want this.” I scratched my nails down his chest. “I want you.”

His mouth devoured mine again. This kiss was filled with an urgent, raw passion I’d never felt before. I matched his intensity, willing to give as much as I’d take.

We tore the rest of our clothes off without much ceremony. There was no time for sensual and slow. This was hot and greedy and breathless, almost desperate.

Xavier paused, his hand gripping my upper thigh. I felt his hard length pressed against me. I weaved my fingers through his hair, noting how soft and thick it was.

Then I heard foil tearing and looked down. He rolled the condom on with skilled quickness and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around him again.

“One more thing,” I purred. “I like it rough.”

His eyes shot to mine. I nodded.

“How rough?” he inquired in a forbidden tone.

“I’ll tell you if it’s not enough.”

“You are so much more than I expected,” he growled, pushing himself into me without warning.

The pleasure was so sharp I strained against him as he held me firm to the wall. He was not gentle. He was also not small. I didn’t have much time to adjust to his size and quite frankly, I did not care. My entire body smacked hard against the wall every time he thrust into me. The pleasure and pain ignited a desire that dwelled deep inside me.

I tightened my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his shoulders. He was holding back for some reason. I could feel it.

“Harder,” I whispered into his ear. “I need more.”

Xavier groaned, gripping my backside with such force I yelped. His fingers dug into my flesh, holding me immobile while he speared his cock deep inside me without mercy, filling me deeper and faster.

Hot desire prickled over my skin. This was perfect, perfect, perfect. The beginnings of my climax twisted and knotted in my belly. My eyelids fluttered as the growing sensation spread.

“Look at me.” He grit out the command.

The second I obliged, an animalistic groan rumbled through his chest. I’d never seen or felt anything so masculine. My body became a live wire, consumed by energy and vibration.

A faint moan escaped my lips while I watched him. What looked like a type of carnal need etched into his face. A longing that couldn’t be sated no matter how hard he tried.

My orgasm hit me hard, scrambling my thoughts and seizing my body in a series of pulsing waves. He rode through it, feverishly taking every last ounce of my pleasure. A desperate sound escaped his lips, fierce and possessive. His entire body tensed. With a shudder and several final deep, hard strokes, Xavier tumbled over the edge with me.

Even though he’d finished, he was still hard inside me, his body still taut with lust. Hot, open-mouthed kisses covered my shoulders and neck. When he found my mouth, he plunged his tongue in.

Claiming. Tasting. Owning.

I shoved my hands in his hair and pulled his head back. His lips remained parted. His eyes wild with hunger.

“Again, Xavier.” My voice was low and husky, almost unfamiliar to me. “Fuck me again. This is all I could think about after seeing you the other night.”

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