Page 22 of Pervade London
My palms scraped against the brick, but all I cared about was this slow, steady burning rhythm, the feel of him inside me. I held on to every second, not wanting it to end.
Xander’s hips acted like a brilliant piston, verging on violent as he forced himself all the way in and then pulled out, keeping a perfect pace that had me quaking with pleasure. My breasts were swollen, nipples beaded tight, legs trembling from his deep penetration. I felt my slickness dampen my thighs.
He slowed a little and his breaths came short and sharp. “You like me fucking you in the filthy depths of London?”
“Yes.”
He reached around and his fingers resumed strumming my clit. The sensations felt delicious.
“We’re not meant to be,” he purred in my ear. “That’s what makes you feel so good.”
The titillating sounds of our bodies clashing echoed around us.
Chasing after the high of coming, my legs weakened as Xander wrapped his arm around my waist to hold me against him as he continued his hard thrusting.
My flesh ignited, my mind letting go as my climax caught me up in a frenzy of need as I rode blissful waves of ecstasy.
“How can you make a choice when you don’t know what the question is?”
I couldn’t finish that thought, couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t fathom how a ride on a train had brought me to this erotic encounter. No one could hear my moans in the darkness and I wouldn’t have cared if they did. I let go, escaping the here and now…
Afterward, I leaned against the wall, catching my breath and marveling at how this man had come back into my life. It was fitting really, that we’d found each other again like two meteors randomly clashing together.
But not by chance…by careful seduction; both of us equally guilty in this dangerous dance of temptation.
Xander caressed my skin as he pulled my panties back on and tugged my skirt down. He spun me around and pulled me into a hug.
I swooned with happiness.
Us.It felt so right.
“I seeyou, Emily,” he whispered. “And I really like what I see.”
A rush of contentment made my heart soar. He saw the real me and not the shy student who could appear standoffish. All I yearned for was the chance to connect.
“Promise me you’ll never ask about my past.”
I didn’t hesitate. “I promise.”
He held me tightly against him.“Us, like this, is all I can give you, Emily. Will this be enough?”
It already is.
Six Months Ago
Xander paused before his front door with his key poised, as though reconsidering.
“Everything okay?” I whispered, looking for a sign he’d changed his mind about bringing me home after our incredible sex in the Underground an hour before.
I’d played my violin hoping to see him again and the spell I’d cast with my music had led me here. I was anxious to see where he lived.
Just a few days ago, I’d found him homeless at Piccadilly, so it was reassuring he’d found a place already. I expected it to be bare. Maybe he’d let me help decorate.
Gordon House was smack bang in the middle of Baker Street. The elegant foyer had tipped me off that he’d found somewhere incredible. The inside of this building was just as grand as its street façade, the vertical columns giving away its Victorian heritage. Even his front door was carved with expensive molding.
It was more than obvious that only the rich could afford to live here.
With a twist of his wrist and a smile to lessen the tension, he turned the key and we were in.
