Page 67 of The Keeper

And yeah, I’m totally okay with it.

As promised, he took his time kissing, tasting, and exploring. Feeling his tongue adore and exalt me while he kissed my pussy so deep and thorough was unlike anything I’ve experienced. Most guys I’ve been with used oral sex as a gateway to get to the main event. Xavier used it as act of worship.

When he paused to look up at me, I inhaled sharply. A sultry grin curled his glistening lips before he continued taking his sweet time devouring me. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled.

His answering groan made my toes curl.

I felt his tongue seek out my beaded, stiff clit.

The steady licks and flickers made me whimper.

When he sucked on it, I bowed my back, causing him to flatten his hand on my stomach to keep me in place.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, love,” he murmured, the feel of his breath accelerating my knotting, twisting climax.

He nibbled on it and I bucked my hips so hard I almost slid off the couch. He hooked both his arms under my thighs, holding me tight while he stroked me with his tongue.

Then he sucked my clit and I gasped.

Then—

Sharp, intense pleasure that bordered on pain shot through my body, making it impossible to breathe. I cried out, arching my back, pulling his hair, unable to still the violent tremors coursing through me. I’d never felt anything like this my life. Then I felt the softest, gentlest flicks of his tongue, soothing me and coaxing another orgasm.

My body sunk into the cushions. Sated and relaxed.

If I die now, I’ll die happy.

Xavier hovered over my shattered body, licking his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“Did you bite my clit?” I asked, sounding a bit delirious.

“Mmm, I wouldn’t call it a bite, per se. More like an enthusiastic nibble.” He smiled. “I’d ask if you liked it but you came really hard on my tongue. Twice.”

“Where the hell did you learn that?”

His quiet laugh sent chills though me. I went limp when he kissed me long, slow and deep.

Victoria

Xavier slept soundly next to me. I sat up and watched him, toying with my sore lip. I wanted him to bite it some more. I wanted him to do everything some more. Kiss me, talk dirty to me, bite me, spank me. Well, he hasn’t spanked me yet even though I tried to make it happen a couple of times. He totally knew what I was up to.

I felt like the one who needed to be tamed, not him.

Tamed. Held. Loved. His.

Shit.

What am I DOING?

Mind-blowing sex was not part of the plan. An aggressive, possibly dominant man was also not part of the plan. Falling in…nope. Don’t even go there.

The plan was the damn house. Nothing more.

Okay fine. I liked him. He’s engaging, hot, dirty, fun, mysterious to a degree, spectacular in bed. A pleasurable distraction to an otherwise annoying trip across the pond.

I reached out and touched his hair, gently running my fingers through it.

So soft.

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