Page 56 of Lassoed Love

His words hang in the air, adding a layer of complexity to the charged atmosphere. He persists, his lips leaving mine to trail kisses down my neck. “Admit it. Admit you care about me too, princess.”

I manage to find my voice. “I can’t explain why,” I breathe, the admission escaping in a whisper that gets lost in the heat of the moment.

He prods, “I didn’t ask you to explain it to me—I asked you to admit it.”

“Fine, Xavier. I care about you, too.”

He returns his mouth back to mine with a growl, and as our lips connect once more, the electricity between us intensifies.

When he breaks the kiss, his husky voice pleads, “Don’t ever do that again, Isla. Please.”

I take a moment to catch my breath, our eyes locked. “I won’t,” I admit, my voice carrying a hint of sincerity and a dash of playfulness.

He runs his hands up and down my body, the warmth of them burning against my cold skin from the downpour of the rain. His clothes are soaked, and so are mine. My hair is probably a ratted mess.

In the silence of the car, he murmurs, “Fuck, I shouldn’t want this as much as I do. But I can’t fucking help it. You have me hooked, Isla.”

I can’t help but whimper at his words. In that moment, his confession mirrors the sentiments echoing in my head. My own thoughts align with his, and I find myself entangled in the magnetic pullbetween us, unable to resist the undeniable connection that has taken root.

“Are you wet for me, Isla? If I run my fingers over your pussy, will you be drenched for me?” His words draw a soft whimper from me.

Xavier’s words, filthy and laced with desire, echo in my ears, sending tingles down my back. The raw intensity of his question hangs in the air, leaving me breathless.

Am I wet for him?The answer is undeniable—I can feel it, a physical manifestation of the desire he's ignited within me. It’s a sensation I can't quite explain, unlike anything I’d ever felt with Justin.

Xavier has an inexplicable effect on me, an allure that elicits an arousal I’ve never felt before—the sensation almost bordering on pain. Frustration builds deep in my core. Desperately needing some form of relief, I continue to gyrate my hips over his—his now incredibly hard bulge rubbing my sensitive spot.

“Why don’t you see for yourself,” I whisper.

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Us - James Bay, Alicia Keys

Isla’s perfume wrapsaround me like an aphrodisiac—an intoxicating blend of floral notes that ignites my senses. The delicate fragrance clings to the air, creating an invisible thread that pulls me closer to her. It’s more than a scent—it’s a sensation that infiltrates my very being.

“There’s no going back after this,” I declare, my tone promising.

“Fine by me.Please,Xavier,” she pleads, whimpering whilst grinding herself harder against my stiff cock. Isla tugs at my hair at the nape of my neck, adding a touch of pain.

“Please what, baby?” She forces my neck to the side, granting her access to kiss the column of my neck. I groan, continuing, “Use your words.”

“Touch me,” she pleads. The warmth of her neck inviting beneath my lips.

I respond with a growl that makes her tremble. “Touch you where?” I purr, my voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down her spine.

“My… my pussy,” she declares, and that’s all the permission I need.I rake my hand down her back, over the large round globes of her ass, drifting lower underneath. My fingers tease the outside lining of her underwear, and just as I’d suspected—she’s fucking drenched.Fuck me.

“Has a man ever made you come by fingering you?”

She shakes her head, so slowly, I almost miss it.

“Didheever try?”

She nods.

“Why didn’t you come?” My voice sounds like gravel.

She shrugs. “I-I… just couldn’t. It wasn’t enough.”

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