Page 50 of A Dagger of Twisted Starlight

His response was a low growl that sent a thrill through me. He leaned down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss as his hands worked to remove my shirt. The fabric was discarded carelessly, and his lips moved to my chest, sucking and nibbling at my skin.

I gasped, arching into his touch, my body on fire. I could feel the tension coiling tighter with each seductive flick of his tongue.

Xavier’s hands traveled lower, undoing my belt and sliding my pants down. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was no fear—only a desperate need for him. He looked up at me, his eyes smoldering with lust, and I knew I was lost.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked.

“I am,” I answered, never having been more okay with something in my life.

“Good. Let me take you to my bedroom, then. We can be more comfortable there.” He reached behind me and squeezed my ass through my pants. “Don’t worry, it’s the room right down the hall. No one will see us.”

With a growl of satisfaction, Xavier lifted me effortlessly, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to his bedroom. The room was a blend of his personality—strong, protective, and undeniably inviting. It had a huge bed pushed against the stone wall, with two beautiful stained glass windows overlooking it. Soft, ambient light bathed the space in a warm glow, highlighting the rich dark blue textures of his bedsheets and muted colors that made the room feel both luxurious and intimate.

He set me down gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes,” I whispered. “But… Xavier… I’m a virgin. And not experienced. Like, at all.”

Xavier didn’t hesitate or pause. “That’s completely okay. You tell me whatever you’re comfortable with and what you aren’t comfortable with. I’ll stop whatever it is I’m doing.”

Xavier smiled, his hands moving to remove his own shirt, revealing the sculpted muscles beneath. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him, and I reached out, my fingers tracing the lines of his chest.

“Damn, I think you have muscles I didn’t even know existed.”

“You like it?”

“I lo—like it, a lot.”

Shit. Was I about to say love? I was about to say love.

His hands were on me then, removing the rest of my clothes. Every inch of skin he exposed felt like it was onfire, the sensation almost overwhelming in its intensity. I was already close to coming, and he hadn’t even pulled my briefs off yet.

Xavier leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His hands roamed my body, exploring, caressing, making me feel things I had never felt before. I responded eagerly, my own hands tracing the hard lines of his muscles. I looked down, seeing my white boxer briefs already stained dark with precum. He noticed it too. He smiled as he lowered himself and kissed my bulge. My eyes rolled back with pleasure.

He grabbed the waistband of my briefs and tugged them off, exposing me. Nothing but air separated Xavier from my naked body. I felt a sudden stab of self-consciousness. Would he like it? Was I big enough? Should I have shaved? What if he didn’t like that I was circumcised? So many random and dumb thoughts slammed into me at once.

He paused to look at me, his eyes dark with desire as he took me in. “You’re so beautiful, Blake,” he said in a low growl.

I blushed under his intense gaze. The anxious thoughts disappeared. “Xavier,” I breathed out. “I need you.”

His response was another low growl that sent a thrill coursing through me. He knelt between my legs, his hands gently parting my thighs. His eyes never left mine as he lowered his head, his lips brushing against my inner thigh. I gasped at the contact, my body arching off the bed.

“Relax,” Xavier said, his breath hot against my skin. “I want this to be good for you.”

I nodded, trying to calm my racing heart. His mouth moved higher, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. Whenhis lips finally closed around my cock for the first time, I cried out, my hands tangling in the sheets.

Xavier’s tongue moved with expert precision, teasing and tasting, his hands holding me firmly in place. I could feel the heat building between my legs, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment. His tongue slid along the length of my cock, teasing the sensitive head and lapping up the precum.

I gasped, my body trembling with need. “Xavier, please,” I begged, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He responded by taking me deeper into his mouth, his movements slow and deliberate. The sensation was almost too much as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

“Xavier,” I gasped, my hands gripping the sheets. “I’m so close.”

He hummed around my cock, the vibration sending shivers through my body. His hand moved lower, his fingers gently teasing my entrance. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel myself spiraling out of control.

With a final, desperate cry, I came, the release shattering through me in waves of pure ecstasy. Xavier held me through the aftershocks, swallowing every last drop until I was a trembling, boneless mess.

He kissed his way back up my body, his lips finding mine in a tender, lingering kiss that left me breathless. I could taste my salty release on his tongue. “You okay?” he asked softly, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

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