Page 80 of The Order: Rise of the New Empire

Even the world's greatest liar would have no way to say yes right now.

Feeling whole, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him just a bit closer.

"I have dreamt of you every night since I left you," I whisper, sobbing halfway through the sentence.

Kissing my forehead, he travels down to my nose, stopping before his lips can touch mine.

"My love for you is not meant to be felt in one lifetime," Xavier whispers, pressing his lips onto my own, before traveling back down my neck. "For as long as I draw breath, and well after the sun has devoured the Earth, my soul will remain entwined with yours and guide me into the next life."

Staring at him with complete admiration, we lock eyes, his chin resting on my chest.

"I want you to touch me," I whisper, rolling my thumb over his cheek. "And never fucking stop."

Seeing a shift in the man's eyes, he looms over me, his hands fumbling with my gown, impatient enough to rip it down itsfront, exposing what he can see of my body in the moon's light. Latching his lips onto my breast, the nipples are extra sensitive, his tongue gently swirling around each bud, not daring to bite down. Letting out a breathy moan, he gently massages the other breast, taking his time on both, before gravitating his kisses back up my body.

Reaching his hand down, he finds my warmth, his fingers gently running along the folds, a grin spanning across his face once he realizes how wet I already am for him. Working slowly, he allows his fingers to slip inside of me, taking his time with each pump, kissing my neck once my back arches into the touch, his thumb slowly rolling over my clit each time he works a little harder.

Feeling his length brush against my leg, only one thought is in my mind.

"X-Xavier-" I say through a moan, his head snapping up toward me. "I need to feel all of you right now. I need to be with you." I mutter, his hand carefully pulling away from me.

In most scenarios, he would start a powerplay, making me beg for it.

This touch is different.

This touch is caring.

Getting onto the bed, he slides his pants off, exposing his eager length, my mind racking itself with how it will feel after spending so much time apart. Dragging me to him, he settled me on his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck.

"Go slow, baby," he whispers, running his thumbs along my sides as he holds me. "I only want you feeling pleasure," he smiles, my mind mentally capturing the genuine happiness on his face.

Bracing myself on my knees, I line his tip up with my entrance, slowly allowing myself to sit down, both me and him letting out a groan of pleasure once I have hit his base. Stretching aroundhim, he got me prepared for the worst, the feeling of him inside of me something I never knew I could miss so much.

Watching the gleam in both of our eyes grow, the energy flooding between us is undeniable, our veins flooding with light, my hips starting a slow rock.

Guiding my hips into the rock, we both become a symphony of moans, each roll of my hips just another blissful second of connection with the man. Tangling my hands in his curls, he looks at me with admiration, our foreheads pressed to one another.

"You're so goddamn beautiful," he whispers through a groan, his hands holding me a bit tighter.

"I love you so much, Xavier," I whisper, holding him as close as I possibly can.

"All I know is your love, Forest," he mutters, pressing his lips to my neck. "Without it, there is no light."

Slamming my lips into his, we become a tangled mess, my hips rolling more aggressively, feeling the pulse between my legs. Sliding his tongue into my mouth, we both fight for dominance, his hand moving down toward my clit, gently rubbing the sensitive bud. Moaning into the man's mouth, I feel the impending need to finish consuming me, my body clenching around his length.

"Finish for me love," he whispers, his lips pressed to my ear. "I want all of it."

Slumping forward, his fingers give me one last rub, my release coating him as I bury my moan in his shoulder. Clenching my hips, he finishes soon after, his release filling me, the rock of my hips slowly dying down. Carefully helping me off of his length, he lays me on my back, his hand grabbing my torn gown, cleaning me up with careful strokes.

Running my fingers through his hair as he works, he looks angelic in this lighting, his eyes full of light. Pausing his work, heeyes the small bump taking up my stomach, his eyes latched to the sight before him.

Running his hand over the bump, her gentle little kicks accelerate, his eyes snapping to me.

"That was her?" he smiles, a genuine light in his eyes.

"She only does that when she wants to be near her dad," I smile, both of us running our hands over my stomach.

Pressing his lips to my stomach, he kisses gently, his eyes peering up at me.

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