Page 66 of The Keeper

I liked it even though I knew it was superficial and they only wanted to be with me because I’m, well, Xavier Fucking Maddox.

Gentle strokes on my chest disrupted my thoughts. Victoria leaned in, pressing her lips to mine. Her kiss was soft and assured and the sexiest bloody kiss ever. She parted my mouth with her tongue, exploring and savoring me.

I fisted my hand in her hair, ready to tilt and position how I wanted her mouth. But her low moan stopped me. Odd, since I loved those sounds. They fed my natural instinct to be rough and aggressive.

This time I let her retain control and relished how she experienced me.

The sweet way she laced her hands behind my neck.

The soft fluttering of her tongue.

The sexy noises she made when I slid my hands up her thighs to cup her backside.

When she broke the kiss I wanted to grab her and keep going. Especially when she bit down on her lip and gazed at me in that wondrous way again.

Every sense memory I have of her —her taste, her smell, her touch, her sounds— skittered through me, gathering in a cloud of adoration and lust.

Right now lust was winning.

“You look like you have something you want to say,” she said. “Do you?”

Fuck gentleman mode.

“Yes.” I slid my hand between her legs.

Victoria

Isurrendered at once, melting from his touch. My back hit the couch with a soft thud when he flipped me over. Xavier knelt in front of me, pulling my hips to the edge of the cushion.

“I could get used to seeing you on your knees,” I purred.

“Oh really?”

“It’s hot.”

He stared up at me. “Quiet.”

The way his rough stubble scratched my skin when he kissed his way up my thighs was better than I could have imagined.

Glancing up at me, eyes brimming with lust, he slowly licked my sensitive skin, teasing my entrance. I unbuttoned the shirt I wore —his shirt— and moved my hands to my stomach, lightly caressing myself. The combined sensations sent shivers through me.

Xavier’s mouth was on mine in a searing kiss without much warning. One of his hands covered mine, sliding it lower until our fingers stroked my sex together. I moaned against his parted lips when he pushed my fingers inside. I’d done this many times on my own but never with a partner.

“Get wet for me, dirty princess.”

“Like I’m not already,” I breathed, massaging myself faster, tracing circles around my clit and holding his heated stare.

A low moan passed his lips when he bent his head down to watch what I was doing. He flicked his eyes back to mine. “My turn.”

Returning to his knees, he lifted my hand and sucked my arousal off my fingers. The way he closed his eyes and savored what he tasted turned me on even more.

His fingers slid along my folds to the tip of my swollen clit. Then he licked and kissed it. “You taste so good,” he whispered against my skin. “I want more.”

He spread my legs wider, pressing his fingers into my thighs as he turned all of his attention to the one place I’ve been waiting for him to explore with his mouth. I squirmed when he opened me with his thumbs and teased me with his fingers.

“We have to work on your patience, love,” he told me in his deep, gruff way. “I’m going to take my time with your precious cunt.”

This man will most definitely destroy me with his words.

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