Page 8 of The Vicious Defender

He growls, his teeth grazing against my clit, and it's all I can take.

I scream, bucking my hips as the orgasm rips through me. He holds me down, his tongue lapping at me as I gush cum and blood all over him.

"Good girl," he murmurs. "That's it. Let it all go."

My body trembles, my legs shake, and my pussy throbs as the waves of pleasure wash over me.

"Xavier," I whisper, and he gets up, looking at me, his face smeared with blood.

"What is it, angel?" he asks.

"I want to taste myself," I say. "Come here."

He complies, his lips crashing against mine. I moan, tasting my blood and cum mixed together, and he groans into my mouth.

"Do you like how you taste, angel?"

"Yes," I whisper.

"Good," he murmurs.

He unties my wrists, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close.

"That was incredible," I sigh.

"I'm glad," he chuckles. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Very much," I nod.

"I'm glad, angel," he smiles.

"We need to shower," I giggle. "Or someone might have to clean the room."

"It's fine," he laughs.

"No, it's not," I protest. "Come on."

"Fine," he grumbles. "Let's shower, then."

"Let's," I smirk.

"Are you going to be a brat?"

"Maybe," I smile, getting up. "Depends."

"On?"

"On whether you'll make me come again."

Xavier stares at me.

"In the shower," I smirk.

"Oh, that's very possible," he smirks.

"Good," I giggle, heading to the bathroom. "Come on."

"Bossy little thing, aren't you?"

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