Page 34 of Make Me Your Hitta

For the moment, there was only Xenobia and the fire I ignited within her. I groaned a low, primal sound that seared through my veins as I scooped her into my arms and carried her toward the bed.

I let her sink to the mattress, and I followed, as eager to touch her as she was me. With a swift motion, I pulled her closer, our bodies aligning with an intimacy that had my heart racing at a million beats per minute. We faced each other, nose to nose, the heat of her breath mingling with mine.

Then, I moved again, sliding down her body like a man driven by a hunger that’d been starved for too damn long. My mouth found the sensitive skin of her neck, and she tilted her head back to give me more access, lost in the sensation of my lips on her. My journey continued, kisses trailing lower. WhenI reached her breasts, a moan escaped her lips before she could contain it. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, teeth grazing gently.

Her hands clenched the sheets as her back arched to press her breast deeper into my mouth. My fingers slipped between her thighs, teasing at the wetness there. I didn’t give a fuck if she was on her period or not. A period didn’t stop shit but a sentence in my book. I watched her intently, enthralled by every shiver I drew out of her, every hitched breath. When I finally lowered my head, replacing my fingers with my mouth, all I tasted was sweetness. The pressure of my tongue was insistent and rhythmic, driving her toward something bigger than she’d ever felt before.

She purred. “Mmm, fuck.”

Xenobia writhed beneath me, each flick of my tongue sending sparks flying, each suck of her clit pulling her closer to oblivion. Her thighs tightened around my neck, guiding me, urging me to take her exactly where she needed to go.

“Please, Adonis, don’t stop,” she pleaded hoarsely.

I sucked her clit harder, drawing a sound from somewhere deep inside of her as new pleasure pulsed through her nerves. Her hips found a rhythm against my mouth, the heat of my tongue setting off fireworks against her skin. My fingers, buried deep inside of her, curled in a way that made her body shake with pleasure, teetering on the brink of something monumental.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, Nobi,” I rasped out, my breath hot against her slit.

A moan slipped past her lips. “It’s all for you. All these years, I’ve saved myself for you.”

The sound that tore from my throat was deep and possessive, and it lit a fire in my belly that threatened to devour us both. My eyes consumed her, drinking in every twitch of her eyes and mouth as mine latched onto her clit as my fingers thrust into herwith an urgency that told her I was as close to the edge as she was.

“Adonis,” she cried out, her voice laced with desire and a hint of impatience.

Her fingers clawed at the covers, trying to anchor herself in a reality that was quickly slipping away under the waves of pleasure I elicited from her. But I didn’t budge. My movements became relentless, each new spark of pleasure a sensation that pushed her higher and higher until she shattered. Her body convulsed around my fingers as ecstasy blanketed every nerve ending inside her.

“Oooh, fuck! Yes! Yes! Adonis, yes!”

And then, while she was still trembling from the aftershocks of my tongue, I pushed my dick into her, feeling the heat of her body tighten around my girth. Her gasp was music to my ears, and I began to move my hips—slow and sure at first, then faster and harder as she matched me stroke for stroke. Her breath hitched in time with my thrusts, her nails digging into my broad shoulders. How she tasted and felt was better than anything I’d ever known.

Her arms winded around my broad shoulders, pulling me closer. Every movement was a discovery, each gentle thrust a revelation. Heat radiated off my body as I moved above her, my hips rolling in a slow, purposeful rhythm that shook the very core of my being. I lowered my head, capturing one of her nipples between my lips. She arched into me, craving more of my delicate torture. As I sucked and nipped at the sensitive bud, a deep groan escaped from my throat, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure straight to my throbbing erection.

“God, Nobi.” I murmured against her skin, my hot breath blowing against her. “You’re so beautiful. I’d die for you, you know that?”

Her hands explored the brawny muscles of my back, tracing the contours of my biceps. Everything was magnified—the sound of our breathing, the slickness of our bodies sliding together, the profound sense of rightness that enveloped me.

“Look at me,” she whispered, pulling my face to meet hers. Our eyes locked, and impulsively, I pressed my lips to hers, tasting the salt of her skin, the faint bitterness of desire on her tongue. The kiss differed from the others, charged with a raw need that left us both gasping.

“I love you so much,” I admitted, the truth of my feelings crashing over me like a tidal wave.

My breath hitched as my body tensed above her. The air in the room seemed to crackle with electricity. Our combined heat became a living thing between us. My strong arms shifted, and before she could catch her breath, I had her legs hoisted over my shoulders, opening her up even more to me.

“Cum for me, Xenobia,” I growled, my voice raw with desire. My fingers returned to her clit, teasing circles that made her squirm. “I’m so close, but I need you there with me, baby.”

My words were a desperate plea tangled with command. Every stroke of my fingers was precise, my knowledge of her body apparent in the way I siphoned pleasure from her.

“Say it,” I growled. “Say you’re mine.”

“Yours,” she said through panting breaths. “Only yours, Adonis.”

It was all I needed to hear. I let go, my dick contracting as I spilled my seed deep within her heat. I let out a guttural sound of release, my body shuddering above her. I made sure she felt every thick inch of me pulsing deep within her. Her hips rose to meet mine, riding the aftershocks of her climax as I filled her up.

The world narrowed down to the space where our bodies were joined, the shared breaths that saw us through the stormof our release. I collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty mess, our labored breaths mingling in the quiet of the night.

“Tomorrow might never come,” I murmured, cradling her against my chest, my heart beating rapidly under her ear. “But right now, this is all that matters.”

“Right now,” Xenobia echoed, tracing the muscle lines on my arm, feeling the strength that had always protected her. “You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” I acknowledged, my lips finding her forehead in a kiss so tender it made my heart ache. “No matter what comes, I love you.”

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