Page 45 of Destroyed

“Further to your left,” I whisper, causing her to look up at me when she finally realizes what is happening. I grin at her, all pearly white teeth.

“Xavier!” She laughs out loud and smacks my arm. “Quit fucking around.”

I wince, and she immediately jumps back to concern mode, leaning over toward my arm to inspect it. That’s all the momentum I need to lean up and grab her around the waste. I expertly flip her onto her back and hover over her, careful to keep pressure off my thigh that actuallywasstabbed.

“You need to be careful,” She tells me with concern. “Aren’t you in pain?”

I know what she’s insinuating. I was just tortured, and I’m reasonably sure I haven’t been given any pain medicine from the way my body aches. I already know why. The boys won’t let me fall back down that hole again. I’m secretly grateful they didn’t let the doctor give me anything.

“I’m sore,” I say, nibbling her neck. “But I’m alive. I feel more alive than I have in months. I don’t want to be numb anymore.” I kiss down her shoulder and drop towards her collarbone, causing her to tilt her head back and give me easier access.

“If I have to feel a bit of pain in exchange for this,” I say, gesturing to her as I lift the hem of her shirt and kiss along herstomach. “I will take every ounce of it happily. I never want to forget you again, and I will spend the rest of my life making these last few months up to you.” By this time, I had her shirt lifted entirely off her and her legging pulled off as well. She lays bare below me, her green eyes sparkling with tears. “I’m so sorry you had to go through this and see me at my worst. Will you forgive me?”

“You remember?” she asks me cautiously. “Everything?”

I wipe the lone teardrop that has descended down her face before responding. “My head might have forgotten, but my heart never could. I love you. I love you so fucking much, Butterfly.”

She smiles as I trail my hand down her body, circling the small matching butterfly tattoo before moving lower to glide my fingers right down the center of her pussy. She shudders and bites her lip.

“Let me show you how much I remember,” I whisper before plunging two fingers inside and curling them. They glide in effortlessly, and I groan in response.

“You're so fucking wet for me Butterfly. Did you touch yourself while I slept?”

She doesn’t respond, but her pussy tightens up and her back arches. Her eyes flutter into the back of her head as I bring her right over the edge into her orgasm. She must have been worked up because that was quick. I’m so fucking hard. My dick could probably cut glass at this point, so I waste no time pulling my sweatpants off, careful not to tug on the wrap covering my wound. I place myself between her legs and hike one of her thighs up over my forearm as I line my dick up. “I bet you wanted to ride this dick so bad while I slept so peacefully in this bed, didn't you? You dirty girl, I can just imagine waking up to you on top of me taking your own pleasure.” I don’t give her a chance to respond as I sink myself all the way inside her, fillingher to the brim. She moans, and her eyes fly open at the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck, I’m so full, Xavier.”

I can feel her pussy contracting. I want to take my time but I’m not sure how long I’m going to last. “This is going to be hard and fast, baby, but I’ll make it up to you during rounds two…and three…and four,” I respond as I pound in and out of her at a brutal pace. I lean over and suck one of her nipples into my mouth before nibbling it gently. She gasps, arching into me more. Her hands come down my lower back before grabbing my ass in a tight grip, forcing me deeper inside her. She tilts her hips up towards me, fucking me from below at the same brutal pace.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m not going to last.” I sit back on my heels and grab her, pulling her hips up to me and putting her whole body on display. “Touch yourself, baby. I want to watch you come undone on my dick.”

“I missed your dirty talk,” she says as her finger comes down, circling her clit. She rubs herself faster as her whole body starts to tighten up. Her eyes close, and her lips part in a moan as she brings herself to the brink of ecstasy. I pound into her harder, throwing her right over the edge. She tries to pull her hand away, but I hold it there, forcing her to move her fingers over her clit and ride the entire wave as I reach the edge myself. I come hard inside her, rolling my hips until the very end until I’m too sensitive to move before collapsing on top of her, my head on her chest.

“I really missed that,” she laughs as she massages my scalp.

“I hope so because I will remind you of it again in ten minutes. We have some making up to do, and I fully intend to take advantage of you on every surface here for the rest of the day.”

“Okay, but how about some food?” she asks.

My stomach growls just then, causing us both to laugh.

“I could really go for a BLT,” I say with a smirk as I roll to the side of her.

She rolls her eyes at me before sliding out of bed completely nude. I love how confident this woman is with her body. I lick my lips. “Maybe I can have pussy for my meal instead.”

Her eyes glow with lust before she turns on her heel. “You're going to eat that BLT Xavier. Then maybe if you're a good boy, I’ll let you lick my pussy,” she calls over her shoulder, leaving me to watch her perfect ass bounce while she walks into the kitchen.

“Oh, I’ll be a good boy, baby. I promise to finish my entire plate,” I yell back.

I hear her giggle from the other room as I roll towards my nightstand and grab my phone.

There’s a message from Sebastian telling me to text when I am up. It's short and to the point per his usual self. I shoot him over a quick text, letting him know I’m awake. He responds less than a minute later, informing me he’ll be coming over later this evening with the guys to discuss what we will do about our current situation. I groan inwardly before tossing my phone onto the bed and heading to the kitchen to join Corrine. The sooner everyone finds out about Sasha, the better, I guess.

Chapter 35

Corrine

I hadn’t been permitting myself to believe that Xavier was okay after the fire, nor that he completely remembered our relationship. I’d spent the morning distracted between Xavier’s thirst for my pussy and my equal desire to have him near me, in me, on me, everywhere.

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