Page 61 of Playing with Fire

Xavier's fingers threaded through my hair, guiding me down. "Take all of me then. Show me how grateful you are."

I moaned against him, swallowing him as deep as I could, driven by a primal need to please him after the mind-shattering pleasure he'd just given me. The taste of him—salt and musk and something uniquely Xavier—made me dizzy with want.

"That's it," he encouraged, his grip tightening in my hair. "Use your tongue... yes, just like that."

I lost myself in the act, worshipping him with my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked and licked. Each sound he made, each subtle tightening of his fingers in my hair, only made me more desperate to please him, to show him exactly what he meant to me.

"Look at me," Xavier demanded. “Look at me while you suck my cock.”

I raised my eyes to meet his gaze without stopping.

"Fuck, Leo," he groaned, his control finally slipping. "I'm going to come in that perfect mouth of yours. You're going to swallow every drop, aren't you?"

I moaned around him, the vibration making his hips buck up. I doubled my efforts, desperate now to taste his release, to have that part of him inside me.

When he finally came with a shuddering gasp of my name, I didn't pull back. I swallowed eagerly, greedily, not wanting to miss a single drop. The taste was stronger than I expected, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that it was Xavier, that I was the one making him lose control like this.

I kept sucking gently until he hissed and yanked my head away. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he pulled me up his body, guiding me to rest against his chest.

"Perfect," he murmured, his voice holding a satisfaction I'd never heard before. "Absolutely fucking perfect."

I lay there with my head resting on his chest, catching my breath, my mind still reeling from everything we'd just experienced. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. I'd never thought I would enjoy that so much, but the way he'd looked at me when I swallowed, the raw approval in his eyes, had made me feel like I'd accomplished something extraordinary.

"You okay?" I asked quietly, tracing the health bar tattoo on his chest.

He was quiet for a while, his heart beating steady under my ear. "Better than okay. You were amazing.”

I kissed his chest, emotions I couldn't even name swelling up inside me. "You too. Being with you like that—it was everything, X."

His arms tightened around me, protective and possessive at the same time. "This changes things," he admitted, speaking slowly, like he was choosing his words carefully. "I don't—I've never—" He stopped, and I could feel the frustration in his body.

"I know," I said, understanding what he couldn't quite say. "It's okay. We'll figure it out together."

He nodded, his chin brushing the top of my head. "Together," he agreed, that one word carrying more meaning than most people could pack into a whole speech.

We lay there in comfortable silence, our breathing falling into sync, our bodies cooling in the dimly lit room. Xavier's fingers traced patterns on my skin, thoughtful and gentle in a way that felt new.

"Thank you," he said suddenly, the words so quiet I almost missed them.

"For what?"

His hand stilled on my back. "For trusting me with your first time. For letting me guide you. For..." He hesitated. "For accepting all of me. The control, the dominance. Everything."

“You make it easy. You taught me everything to do. I just…did what you said.”

"You did pretty well for a beginner," he said, a hint of his usual smugness returning. "Though we'll need a lot more practice to get you properly trained."

I laughed softly against his chest. "I'm a quick learner."

"Yes," he agreed, his voice taking on that possessive edge that always made my stomach flip. "You are."

"Chance," he said after a while, his voice thick with approaching sleep. "Lights to twenty percent."

The room got darker, shadows playing across Xavier's face. In this light, I could see him more clearly than ever. Not just the dominant or the predator, but the man underneath all that. The man who'd just let himself be vulnerable with me in a way I suspected he'd never been with anyone else.

His breathing deepened as he fell asleep, his body relaxing against mine. Only then did I let myself hold him tighter, pressing a kiss to his hair that he might have rejected if he was awake.

"Te amo," I whispered against his skin, saying in Spanish what I wasn't ready to say in English. Words he wouldn't understand even if he heard them.

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