Page 34 of Two days, One Pucking Night

He is still for a moment, and I hear him panting loudly behind me.

“Give me a moment, princess. Otherwise, I’m going to come with one stroke.”

He holds my waist and pulls out, slowly easing in and out of me. I almost lost my mind.

“Every part of you belongs to me.” There is a possessiveness behind his words. It is wild, frenzy, and intensifies as his thrust become fluid, unrepentant.

My legs convulse, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I’m overcome by my orgasm.

“Fuck me.” The words barely leave my lips before my body tenses.

“Come, Sofia.”

A strangled scream escapes my mouth, and my legs give way as I come.

Xavier pulls out, grunts, and I feel the heat of his cum on my ass.

Tears stream down my cheeks, and my body shakes, the adrenaline high from earlier waning. He falls on his right side, pulling me flush against his chest. His heart beats against my ear, the rhythm soothing as he strokes my hair. It feels good to be in his embrace. So right.

We lay there for a while, our breaths and heartbeats the only sound.

“Why London?” Xavier asks, finally breaking the silence after some time has passed.

The question catches me off guard for a moment, and I struggle with the thought of coming clean and relaying my truth to him. I trust you, his words from earlier ring in my ears, loosening my tongue. “I promised my Paw Paw.” I rest my hand on his chest, needing the contact to chase away the blues of his loss.

“Paw Paw?”

“My grandad.”

“You were close? I know Zee was pretty torn when he died last year.”

My throat constricts, thinking about one of the few people outside of my grandma who genuinely understands me. The real me. “He was my person. I spent more time at my grandparents’ house than mine growing up.”

Xavier kisses my forehead and massages my scalp, encouraging me to continue. “What was the promise?”

“My relationship with my mom is … strained.” That’s the nicest way to describe it.

“Is that why you always look like you’re sucking on a lemon when I’ve seen you over the years?” His chest vibrates with laughter.

“Hey!” I smack his chest in jest, unable to hold back my laughter because he isn’t lying.

“Something like that,” I confess, unprepared to get into the specifics because it would ruin this moment and what we just shared. And I don’t want to taint the memory of this moment. “Before he died, we created a little map of things I should do by a certain age.”

“Oh.”

“London was on my list for when I turned twenty-one.”

“When was your birthday?”

“Last weekend.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone you were traveling? I’m sure—”

“I did.” Sort of. “I was shut down, and my credit card limit lowered. I was low on options, as you can imagine.”

Xavier is silent for a while. “And I ruined it?”

I raise my head to take a better look at him. “No.” I envisioned doing everything alone, but having his presence here has been … refreshing. “I wanted to be alone. But now I actually think I needed the company.”

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