Page 69 of Lassoed Love

My heart lurches forward at the sight of those words. He's reaching out to me, and the late-night air suddenly feels charged with a different kind of energy. Anticipation and nerves intertwine as I quickly type out a reply.

Seconds later, my phone buzzes again.

My heart does somersaults.He continues.

Well,fuck me—my mind goes into overdrive. A blush creeps up my skin as I muster the courage to keep whatever this is going.

I type out, downplaying his thoughts.

I love the way he refers to me in the third person. My phone dings again, this time with an image attachment.Oh my god—my heart skyrockets. I open the image, and my screen is immediately filled with Xavier’s grey briefs concealing his massive hard on, his cock straining against the fabric. Shit,I do that to him?Not so much a question, but a reassurance for my own mind.

My eyes widen at the image on my screen. Heat rushes through me, settling low in my belly. Xavier’s arousal is on full display, and the realisation that I’m the cause sends a thrilling jolt through me.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, unable to tear my eyes away. His next message arrives quickly.

I bite my lip, debatinghow to respond.

I type, teasingly cryptic. His reply is swift.

My pulse quickens, and I can almost feel the intensity of his gaze through the words.

I hesitate for a moment, my fingers dancing over the keys before I confess.

A flutter of nerves mixes with the arousal that already courses through me.

My heart pounds, and my breathing quickens. The desire to see him, to feel the connection that has ignited between us, overwhelms any reservations. I type a tentative response.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Standing outside Xavier’s door, nerves clashing with desire—I hesitate to step inside. When I push the door open, Xavier is there, sitting at the edge of his bed. His eyes, molten and dark, lock onto mine, and I’m captivated by the intensity within them. Nerves kick in, and I berate myself forthe hesitation—it’s not like I haven't already been intimate with him.

He senses my internal struggle, and his command, uttered in a low, husky tone, cuts through the air. “Come here.”

The invitation hangs in the space between us, and I approach slowly, the magnetic pull too strong to resist. The subtle scent of his cologne envelops me, heightening the intoxicating allure of the moment. Xavier’s hand reaches out, a silent directive, and I find myself drawn into his embrace. His grip tightens around my waist, fingers curling around the fabric of my t-shirt—his t-shirt—that I'm still wearing, as well as a clean pair of underwear. Standing between his legs, I look down and notice that his hard-on is still present, possibly now even larger than his picture. His cock—now straining against the waist-band, peeking out from the top against his abs.

“Xav,” I breathe, but he doesn’t respond—he just lowers his hands to my ass, gripping tightly as he urges me to move forward and sit on top of his lap. His hands squeeze my ass underneath the shirt—leaving a burning trail across my skin.

Then, in an instant, he grabs my waist with one strong arm before flipping me around onto the bed. He hovers above me, his presence commanding the room. My breath hitches as he lowers his face to mine.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice a low murmur that reverberates through the charged air.

“No,” I breathe, anticipation coursing through me.

“Thankfuck,” he replies, his words laced with primal desire. Withouthesitation, he crushes his lips against mine with a low, guttural sound—swallowing my breath and any insecurity bubbling to the surface.

His lips meld with mine, our tongues dancing with each other in a battle of one of the most panty-melting kisses I have ever experienced. With a protective grip around my throat, his mouth devours mine—swallowing every whimper and groan—as I try to remain as quiet as I can.

His forearm is braced beside my face, while the other trails down my body, igniting a trail of heat in its wake. As his hand reaches the hem of my shirt and begins to tug it upwards, I freeze. It’s been months since I’ve been entirely naked in front of anyone, and a surge of vulnerability washes over me. Yet, Xavier’s touch is both commanding and reassuring, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin, so I let him. I let him raise the shirt up and I lift forward, allowing him to tug it up and off me, throwing it across the bed. I lay there naked and incredibly exposed in front of him. My hands instinctively move to cover my breasts. Xavier growls low, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

“What did I say about hiding from me?” His words hold a possessive edge, and I’m left breathless. “Fuck everyone else. This body is fucking phenomenal.” I tremble.

Xavier takes his free hand and gently grabs my hands, moving them out of the way.

“This body ismine,” he growls, and I just about melt, then and there.

He descends on my breasts, taking his time to leisurely lick, suck, and nip at both swollen buds. Soft whimpers escape my lips as pleasure courses through my body, each touch sending a tantalising wave of sensation.

He releases a nipple with a soft pop. “Fuck, these tits. You’re killing me, Isla,” he murmurs, grabbing a handful of one, giving it a soft squeeze before giving it a jiggle.

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