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I grazed my teeth over her jaw. She’d told me she liked when I talked, so I did. “You want me, darlin’?”
Her tone was desperate. “I want you.”
Those words from that mouth. She was all I needed. This girl.
Gripping my hard, thick shaft, I lined myself up. My eyes locked with hers. She smiled that shy smile, and the pink blush that stained her cheeks nearly did me in. I inched forward, sinking my tip inside. And Jesus, she was wet. Her lips parted and she gasped. I advanced again, moving nice and easy while I filled her.
Shit!She felt good. Slick and tight and perfect.Mine.
My breath was rough as I found a rhythm, then kissed an indecent trail down her throat to the mound of her breast. My tongue traced the rim of her peaked nipple before I took it between my teeth. She hissed and her fingers dived into my hair, holding me there.
I hooked my elbow under her knee and lifted, burying myself to the hilt.
“Xavier!” Her gaze fell between us.
I grinned. Eager for her. “You like watching me fuck you?”
She nodded.
“Tell me you like it.” I made a show of pulling out, my cock slick with her.
She panted, her nails raking up my neck. “I like it.”
I sank into her pussy, seating myself and giving her every goddamn inch. She gasped and arched into the bed. I drew back and sank in again.
Sweat lined my stomach and chest as I drove deeper. Rocked faster. The muscles of my abs tensing when I thrust harder. The bed struck the wall with a crack. “You take me so good, Ryah. So damn good.”
“Xavier,” she said, my name ragged and broken as her touch skimmed my spine. “I’m close.”
“I’ve got you.” I kept pace and ground against her to hit that clit. Precum leaked from the tip of my cock while I worked her good and goddamn precise. Stroking over that G-spot.
Her walls tightened around me, and I fought not to come right there when that pretty mouth opened on a desperate scream. The sound of her orgasm had everything inside me clenching. My restraint snapped and I unleashed, pistoning in and out of her.
She latched her arms around me, her hold digging into my skin as she cried out over and over.
I grunted and grunted again before I roared her name and finished hard. I spilled inside her, filling her with my cum, and, Christ, if it didn’t hit different. I kept working until her spasms slowed, then stopped altogether.
We stayed there, catching our breath when I slipped free and banded an arm around her waist. Rolling onto my back, I took her with me.
She sagged against my chest, pushing her face into the hollow of my neck. “I love you, Xavier,” she said, that soft, sated voice feeding my damn soul.
“I love you too, darlin’.” My girl was all I needed. Only her.
Always.
And I’d be damned if some piece of shit coward thought he could come for her.
Chapter Thirty-One
Ryah
Xavier stared out his bedroom window to the still-dark sky of Monday morning. The wind howled beyond, whistling through the trees. The cold whipped the dense snow and ice pellets against the glass while my reality slipped back in.
I’d been a fool for ever doubting him. For hiding the truth so long. What he’d risk still played at the back of my mind, but the hollow emptiness and fear that’d plagued me like a shadow had ebbed, because I wasn’t alone.
I lay curled on the bed across the room, pretending to sleep, my hair splayed out around me. He’d gotten up hours before and dragged a chair into the room, presumably so I wouldn’t wake alone.
He’d barely slept in the two days since…everything. His cuts and bruises had grown more prominent, but he swore they didn’t hurt. We’d grabbed a few necessities from my place, then spent the time locked away together. I’d wanted to forget, so he’d helped me. We’d spent every second I was awake since either touching, tasting or with him buried inside of me. And being there with Xavier, under his roof, safe, it calmed me.
