Page 65 of Crossing the Line
His fingers skimmed, whisper soft, against her aching center where the slickness betrayed her need. With a deft move, Xavier parted her folds and stroked the sensitive flesh between them. In the darkness, she could just make out his form above her. And when he brought his fingers to his mouth to taste her, something in Waverly broke. She reached between their bodies and gripped him hard in her hand. Moisture that beaded on the broad crown of his cock slicked her hand and dotted her stomach.
His breath came in short, desperate pants.
God, he was made to light a fire inside her. She stroked him with a grip that was so tight it was almost painful. The throbbing between her legs intensified. She felt so empty, the need for Xavier had hollowed her out.
His thumb brushed over her most sensitive spot, the tiny bundle of nerves that ruled her world in the moment, and when she spasmed from the contact, he thrust a long finger deep inside. Waverly cried out in pleasure so intense she thought she might come right then and there.
“God, you’re so ready for me, Angel. So ready to take my cock.”
His words pushed her beyond reason. Her hips rocked up to meet the thrust of his finger. Then it was two fingers, working her in a slow, rocking rhythm. Xavier lowered his mouth to her breast and thumbed over that sensitive slit once more, catapulting Waverly over the edge. His mouth and fingers moved in a hypnotic rhythm to carry her through the shockwaves of her release.
She heard him whisper in the dark as her blood sang and her body quivered.
“You’re so perfect,” he said, releasing her nipple to nuzzle her breast.
“Please, Xavier. I need you inside me,” she begged, still not nearly finished with the pleasure he was offering.
He shifted over her, his cock probing restlessly between her legs.
“Birth control?” The question came out on a rasp.
“On it. Condom?”
“Drawer…I think. Don’t fucking move,” Xavier ordered, pulling away from her.
She liked that he wasn’t one hundred percent sure if he had condoms on hand. And the crash of the drawer hitting the floor and the swearing told her he was as desperate for her as she was for him. She only prayed that he wouldn’t stop and overthink it. It was need, a desperate, hungry need that they both wanted to satisfy.
But he was back on her in a flash, a condom wrapper crinkling in his hand.
She helped him roll it on, slide it over that heavy column of flesh. And the second it was in place, he was shoving her back down to the mattress and ranging himself over her. “Hang on to me, Waverly. Tight.”
And then he was groaning in agonized pleasure as he eased into her.
God, he was big. Just past her limits big, and Waverly struggled to accommodate him. She pulled her knees up and the last aching inch slid into her on a cry.
“So fucking tight.” His breath came in short gasps, and they were both coated in a sheen of sweat. Waverly was stretched to capacity. He’d taken her up to and beyond her limits, and she was pinned to the bed with the most excruciating fullness she’d ever experienced.
“Am I hurting you, Angel?” Xavier panted.
Waverly shook her head. She could feel his breath on her face.
“I can’t see you, baby. Are you saying yes or no?”
“You’re not hurting me,” she promised.
“Thank fucking God. I don’t think I can stop now.” To prove it, he pulled out slowly, slowly, slowly and then sank back in on a groan. This time her body accepted all of him, and Waverly sobbed into his shoulder.
She dug her nails into his back and used her hips to urge him on. Faster. A little harder. A little meaner.
Xavier obliged, and she knew when he’d passed the point of control. His lust for her obliterated his need to take care, to protect. He fisted one hand in her hair to hold her in place and slammed inside her. She felt her breasts tremble against his chest with every powerful thrust.
“You. Are. So. Perfect.” Every word was emphasized by another plunge into her core, and on every drive, he hit the end of her.
“Xavier!” His name exploded from her. Waverly was too far beyond caring about anything but finding her release. She’d never been dominated like this before, never felt this helpless. She’d given up her own control to him, trusting him to take her where she needed to go. To make her feel something besides terror and guilt. He filled up all the emptiness in her, quieted the fear until there was nothing left but his driving need for climax.
“Come when I tell you,” he growled, and Waverly gripped him with her thighs as he rocked into her. “My beautiful, Angel.”
Her cry was a sob that caught in her throat. She was overcome with the desire to see where Xavier could take her. She’d never given anyone else free reign over her body before, and Xavier Saint was showing her just what was possible.
