Page 4 of Curvy Alpha Bride
Before long, his pace gets harder and faster, and I struggle to hold on to him, swept away by the sensations in my body as I keep my eyes fixed on those perfect stars above. The throbbing deep between my legs pounds in time with his every thrust, and the rhythm echoes through me until I can barely breathe.
“Yes, yes, oh, God, yes!” I cry, clinging to him.
Xavier gasps, thrusting even harder as he tries to hang on to me through the momentum. I feel his cock thicken inside me, and as his climax shudders through him, I feel my own exploding deep inside, every muscle in my body clenching around him as he trembles in my grip.
“That was… amazing,” I murmur after a moment, still breathless.
“I’ve imagined this for so long, I knew I wouldn’t last,” he whispers back. “But I’m ready to go again.”
“Really? Wow.”
“It’s you, Mabel,” he says, kissing me softly. “This is what you do to me. I’m like a man possessed.”
“I’ll happily possess you,” I answer, grinning and kissing him back.
“Good,” he mutters, starting to thrust again. “Because this is where I want to be.”
I give myself up to the pleasure of the moment, and as the night unfolds around us, endless moments of sensation and emotion affect my body in ways I never imagined. By the time I wake in the pale dawn light, held tightly against Xavier’s warm chest, I know I’m a changed woman.
I never knew I could feel like that. Not just the best orgasms I’ve ever fucking had… but feeling held. Loved. Seen.
I look at Xavier’s handsome face and brush a long strand of dark brown hair off his cheek. Before I can think of anything to say, there’s a strange buzzing sound nearby.
“What the fuck is that?” Xavier mutters.
“Someone’s phone?”
“Oh, shit. Yeah,” he says, getting up. “I think it’s mine.”
He scrambles across the rock to find his pants, which had been cast off like the rest of our clothes. When we finally fell asleep, I must have pulled my coat over us. I wrap it around myself while Xavier shakes out his jeans to wrestle his phone out of the back pocket.
I see his face pale a bit as he stares at the screen.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says. “It’s my mom. She needs to see me, like now. I have to go.”
“Okay, sure,” I say. “It sounds important. I’ll catch up to you later, okay?”
“Yeah,” he answers. “Fine.”
As he finds his clothes and gets dressed, he doesn’t look at me, and a sliver of fear pierces my heart. I try to tell myself I have no reason to be scared, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.
How could anything be wrong? We were so connected last night. No one could fake that.
I get dressed slowly and head back to the manor. Since plenty of people spent the night, breakfast is being made, so I stop for a bacon and egg roll and a coffee. Cass and Lexa aren’t there, and I can’t help feeling a bit abandoned.
I messaged Xavier a couple of times, but there is no reply. I’m really starting to panic by the time I get in my car and head back to town. I keep telling myself over and over that everything is fine and I’m just being paranoid, but deep down inside, I feel like I’ve made a terrible, incredibly painful mistake.
By the time I arrive at Xavier’s, I’m barely keeping my shit together. I hurry to the front door and bang on it, desperate to see that gentle, appreciative look in his eyes.
He opens the door, looking tense and angry. His eyes widen when he sees me, and it’s from shock, not excitement.
“Mabel,” he mutters.
“Xavier?” I say, hating the pleading tone in my voice.
“I can’t do this now,” he snaps. “I have to go.”
