Page 118 of Lassoed Love

As a soft whimper escapes my lips, his kisses trail down my neck, and the grinding intensifies. In that heated moment, he murmurs, “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

I want him—all of him. Sure, I’ve had him before, experiencing the rough and the tender, but this feels different. His words linger in the air, solidifying any lingering doubts. To hell with ‘distractions’—I need him as much as he needs me. It’s like air to breathe, and I don’t want to let him go. Never again.

“Xav, I need you,” I whimper, the urgency evident in my voice. “Like, right now.”

Agrowl rumbles through him, and he utters a satisfied, “Finally.”

With that, he rises, lifting me effortlessly. His strength always wows me—corded muscles straining against his t-shirt as he holds me close. We’re in motion, heading up the stairs, towards his bedroom. He kicks the door open with a casual ease before giving it another nudge to close.

In his arms, Xavier walks us over to his bed. With a swift yet controlled motion, he drops me onto it. His eyes, once icy blue, now darken with desire, pupils dilated. The atmosphere is charged with an intensity that leaves no room for hesitation or insecurity.

His growl breaks the silence, a command that sends shivers down my spine.

“Clothes. Off.” I comply without a second thought, a wave of confidence washing over me. No hesitation, no insecurity present.

“Have I ever told you I love it when you growl at me?” I say, my body trembling with desire as I make a quick haste in taking off my clothes.

In the dimly lit room, his eyes blazing with an unfiltered longing, he releases another low, primal growl that just spills out naturally. It hits the air, a raw echo of desire that somehow makes my heart race and leaves an electric charge in the room.

“Like that?”

“Y-yes,” I murmur, “like that. Sounds so sexy. Possessive.”

A wicked grin plays on his lips, and he moves closer, the heat radiating between us. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he confesses, his hands reaching out to trace the contours of my body. “But I plan to show for as long as you’ll have me.”

Xavier’s hands move with a purpose as he discards his clothes, revealing his sculpted body. Fuck, I will never tire of the sight of him naked. His cock rests against his stomach, begging for attention. The dim light highlights the contours of his muscles and the tattoos that stretch across his arm.

As he hovers above me, his lips claim mine once again. “Isla,” he breathes between heated kisses. “While I want to take my time with you, savor every dip, curve, and taste of you, I need to fuck you, real bad. Right now.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice barely audible amidst the rising desire. “Please.”

His eyes, dark pools of intensity, lock onto mine. “That’s what I want to hear,” he growls, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” he says. I catch my breath, feeling the anticipation rise.

“Don’t. Don’t be gentle. Just fuck me, Xavier.”

He moves down my body, lifting my hips upward, pressing my thighs back and buries his face in my pussy in a split second—licking me from bottom to top, before sucking on my clit.

“Always so wet for me,” he murmurs. A few more strokes of his tongue have my toes curling and my back arching for more. I’m already so close and we’ve barely even started.

Then just as quickly, he releases my clit with a ‘pop’ and moves to sit in between my thighs, lining his tip to my entrance, lubricating himself with my arousal, that now drips down my inner thighs.

In a single, decisive motion, he plunges deep, and we both release a gasp in response to the overwhelming sensation. He stretches me wide, and I savour the fiery feeling, completely filled by him.

As he moves, his intense gaze remains fixed on the point where our bodies connect, tracing the rhythm of his movements. Awe reflects in his expression, and then his focus returns to me, and I meet his eyes. I raise myself onto my elbows, observing him as he penetrates me with deep, unhurried motions.

“Keep watching, baby,” he murmurs. “Watch me fuck this beautiful pussy.” His thrusts are relentless now, urging me closer and closer to my orgasm. I can feel my body start to tense from the buildup. I whimper, and he glides his hand up my stomach to grab the space between my collar and jaw. Feeling bold, I guide his hand to my throat, watching as his eyes narrow into intense slits.

“Fuck, you want me to choke you, baby? My girl likes it rough, huh?”

I whimper in agreement. “Fuuckk,” he groans, his grip on my neck tightening. I cover his hand with mine, urging him to tighten his hold even more. In that moment, I crave the feeling of being choked, as if I’m starved for oxygen and he’s the only one who can bring me back to life.

“Harder, squeeze me tighter,” I gasp, the desire evident in my voice.

“Fuck, Isla,” he groans. His body is a canvas of corded muscles and tattoos, lids heavy, chest heaving with the intensity of the moment.

He delves deep within, and a soft whimper escapes my lips. “I’mso close,” my voice is clipped from the pressure around my throat, “soclose.”

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