Page 56 of The Order: Rise of the New Empire

"Yes," he whispers, his face shifting, the face of Deception wearing away, my words caught in my throat. "You do, and you aren't stopping it this time."

Unable to think clearly, Xavier's figure stands before me, his Deception fading away, his voice clear as can be. Grabbing me before I can protest, the man moves me toward the clean bed positioned in the center of the room, pushing me down, my first reaction to try and get away, the last thing I need is him opening my cloak.

Frantically looking around the space, I catch eye of the lamp lighting the space, letting my Hold shatter the lightbulb, darkness blanketing us both. Feeling a moment of pause between us, he hovers over me, our breaths mixing, nothing but touch our guide for one another's presence.

"Xavier-"

"Tell me you don't love me," he snaps, his nose touching my own. "Tell me-"

I can't do this.

I can't avoid his touch.

"All I know is your love," I cry, the emotion in my voice something I have not allowed myself to for months. "Kiss me-"

Slamming his mouth into mine, the feeling of his lips is electric, the pain inside my mind fading away. Clawing at his shirt, we fumble through the dark, his warm, scarred skintouching my hands, his lips not once breaking from mine. Grabbing me gently, he pulls me upward, impatiently tearing off the cloak, giving me no time to debate whether or not my shirt remains on. Ripping the back of the shirt, its noise tears through the air, his hand fumbling to toss away the material, his hands working toward my pants next, his hand pushing me back down on the mattress.

Continuing to kiss me, our voices become a mix of moans, his hands too focused on my pants to graze my stomach.

Nipping at my bottom lip, I take a deep breath once he has pulled away, feeling his body lean into mine, his lips working slowly down my neck, putting pressure on each spot that gets a rise out of me. Feeling the warmth grown between my legs, I help him take my pants off, feeling his breath brush my neck, his hand diving straight beneath my underwear waistband, a small scoff of pleasure rolling down his throat at my body's reaction to his touch.

"You miss me, Flower?" he questions, dipping a finger within me, my body betraying me once again as I arch into him, my stomach barely crazing his torso, his hand pausing before continuing on with the motion.

Starting a slow drag in and out of me, his lips position themselves next to my ear, kissing my neck in sweet touches, the sound of my dripping warmth growing louder the harder he begins to work in and out of me. Unable to hide my gasps, I grab the man's hair, holding his head close to me, his fingers curling a little more each time he drives into me.

"Fuck, Xavier," I hiss, his name like a sweet song coming from my mouth.

"Keep saying my name, Forest," he whispers, this touch not like any of the other times we have explored one another.

"Say my name as many times as you can," he pushes, working harder and faster, quiet moans slipping free from my lips, each one his name.

Working down my chest, the man kisses my breasts, ready to tear away my bra, his hand dragging free from within me, moving dangerously close to my torso.

Grabbing his head, I force him further down, urging him to finish what he started, feeling a bit of relief once he starts to kiss my inner thigh, dragging me closer to the edge of the bed as he takes a kneeled position on the floor.

"Fine," he whispers. "My mouth was always better for this than talking."

Dragging my underwear down my ankles, the man slips his fingers back inside, biting and kissing my inner thighs, my teeth clamping down on my hand, doing my best to silence how much pleasure this is bringing me. Pounding in and out of me, he drags my legs open, kissing my warmth in a slow, taunting kiss.

"Xavier-"

"Keep saying it," he pushes. "I like hearing you struggle to speak."

Devouring me like a starved man, he licks and moves his fingers, taking time on each fold, his jaw working vigorously, my hips bucking closer to the man's face. Taking extra time to swirl his tongue around my clit, I allow the moans to slip free from my lips, grabbing his free hand, allowing our fingers to interlace, a band of his own now resting on his ring finger. Trying not to let my emotions cloud me, the man continues on with his actions, my mouth hushing the small gasps leaving my voice, the warmth escalating in my stomach.

Sensing the tipping point approach us, Xavier works harder, his mouth focusing on my clit, his fingers curling harder each time.

Unable to stop the warmth from imploding, I gasp the man's name, feeling his fingers slip free from me, his hands clenching my lips as the sweet relief of an orgasm comes over me.

Devouring me well after I have finished, my body shakes from adrenaline, his tongue savoring every drip of me, the emotion finally finding its way in.

Touching his soft hair, the sounds of pleasure quickly shift to sobs, his mouth pausing, his head quickly snapping up, my finger grazing his chin.

"Forest-"

"I can't," I whisper, the true pain of having him this close settling. "I can't do this," I sob, all sexual frustrations fading away as he creeps onto the bed, dragging my underwear up with him.

Laying down next to me, he tries to get me to lay on him, my body scooting away the moment he gets close to my torso.

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