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The hollow look in his eyes was so desolate, it clawed at my heart. Why he’d ever think I’d judge him or feel any type of way about what he’d done… God. He’d saved his mother. Savedhimself.
There were a hundred things I needed to say—things he needed to hear—but one rose above them all. “I seeyou, Xavier. I don’t see your father or your past. I see the man who did what he had to do. The man who pulled me from the dark and gave me life. The man I never want to lose.” I settled my palms against the five-o’clock shadow along his jaw before I pulled his gaze to mine. “And I see the man I love with everything I have.”
The air hitched in his lungs and his chest caved. He dropped his head to my shoulder, his arms banding my waist like a vise, as if he needed to feel me. Breathe me. “I love you too. So fuckin’ much.”
If I understood anything, it was threats, and his dad coming there, to Xavier’s home, was a message of its own. That he knew where Xavier was. That he could get to him. The idea of it had my fear cresting, but for once in my life, not for myself.
“I hate your father. Hate that you had to stop him. That no one helped you or your mom. That no one was there. You didn’t deserve that.”
Angling to the side, he pressed his face into the crook of my neck. “And what did I deserve?”
“Better, Xavier.” I plunged my fingers into his hair. “You deserved better.”
He shook his head slowly as he burrowed deeper. “You’re too good for me.”
My chest ached, because his agony almost cleaved me in two. I wanted to take that pain away. I had so many words, but words weren’t enough. He needed to see I was there for him the way he was for me. Needed tofeelit.
Gently, I guided him back and softened my gaze. “Thank you for telling me.” I twisted my fingers around the hem of my dress before, slowly, I drew it over my head, baring my white lace bra and panties to him.
He stilled, his stare raking my body. His cock jumped, pressing into my core before, gradually, he arched a brow. “You tryin’ to tell me somethin’, dream girl?”
I laughed. “I’m trying to show you,rally boy.” I flicked the button on his jeans with my thumb, unlatching them. I drew down his zipper, nice and slow, dragging out that torture.
Sliding my hand inside his boxers, I wrapped it around his hard shaft and stroked down, down, down. When I reached the base, I gripped it, then slid my panties aside, maneuvered into position and lowered myself onto him. He groaned deep in the recesses of his chest as I took him to the hilt, then stilled, giving myself a second to adjust to his size.
Those thick, calloused hands locked over my hips as I rocked, grinding down on him.
“Jesus.” His head fell back as he sucked air through his teeth, then thrust up hard, pumping into me.
I gasped and clutched his shoulders to brace. I tipped my face down, my attention fixed on his cock.
“You love watching me fuck you,” he said, all brash and confident.
And I was happy that my Xavier was back, because I loved that side of him. A side no one else got to see. Something that was mine and mine alone.
He pulled out nice and slow, making a show of it. I whimpered and he offered a smug smirk when he pushed back in.
Licking the pad of his thumb, he pressed it to my clit. A riot of pleasure exploded through me as my body arced forward. His lips found my throat and he kissed me hard, tasting his way south. He dragged my lace bra down, and sucked my peaked nipple into his mouth, working it with his tongue.
My fingers buckled the skin over his shoulders, encouraging. Taking it between his teeth, he bit down, easy, but enough to tear a husky moan from my lips.
He locked his stare on his cock as it filled me. “Tell me what else you want from me, darlin’.”
I blushed, because there was something.
“Shy Ryah’s my favorite Ryah,” he said, his words a low rasp. “But right now, you ain’t gotta be shy with me. I’ll give you anything.” He thrust up again and my body jolted. “Just tell me what it is, and it’s yours.”
I loved it when he got rough. And I wanted him to work out whatever was happening inside that head of his. Wanted him to use my body to do it. “Fuck me from behind,” I said, shocked at my own bluntness.
That smirk lifted higher. “Livin’ for that filthy little mouth right now.” He shifted me off, and I pouted at the loss of him, until he rose to his full height, then loomed over me and ordered, “On your knees, and grab the back of the couch.”
My breasts heaved with the franticness of my breaths as I did what I was told, pushing my ass toward him. He released the snaps on my bra before raking his palms down my spine. Hooking his fingers into my thong, he dragged it over my curves, leaving me completely naked.
“You’re a goddess,” he uttered, then glided a knuckle between my folds and set it against my clit.
I mewled, pressing into him.
