Page 67 of Last Comes Fate

“Once upon a time there was a man in a bar. Tall, tatted, impossibly handsome.” His deep voice was the texture of velvet.

“And scowling,” I added dreamily. “Don’t forget scowling.”

The chuckle vibrated against my neck as the hand below drifted back and forth over the most sensitive part of me, toying lightly with the delicate skin and nerve endings that seemed to be more alive than ever.

“That too. With dark blue eyes. He was very unhappy, you see. Had a life of hardship and loss. Nothing in the world had ever seemed good until that moment, when he saw her across the pub, laughing with a friend.”

I tensed slightly, though his fingers were too hypnotizing not to relax me again. I knew this story. The story of the night we met. How I went from being a virgin to…not…at the sight of a brooding British man watching me in a crowded bar on the Upper West Side.

“She was a vision in red,” he continued. “This tiny shirt—”

“The shirt wasn’t that small—”

“Microscopic shirt,” he continued like I’d said nothing at all. “And massive earrings that shone against her long dark hair. She had an arse he could fill his hands with, apple-shaped tits, and a mouth that beckoned his cock from the across the room.”

“She sounds frisky,” I joked, though his less-than-gentlemanly description was already making my breathing a bit heavier.

“Hush, and let me tell it,” Xavier chided me with a pinch of one nipple that made me squeak. “Then she turned and smiled. And the man couldn’t even remember his own name, much less all the reasons he knew he should leave her alone.”

His deft fingers dove deeper, finding my clit, beginning to move with the familiar rhythm he’d seemed to know from the very beginning.

“So he bought her a drink,” he continued. “And asked her to dance. She was a tiny thing, just perfect to hold as she rubbed her curves all over him, song after song. Eventually, she let him kiss her, and her mouth tasted like the sweetest candy. He knew she’d taste even better everywhere else.”

My breath caught as I anticipated the next part.

The real question was whether he was going to tell it all the way.

“So what did he do?” I whispered as I tipped my chin up and to the side.

Xavier took the invitation and pressed his lips to my neck, nipping, licking, and sucking in tandem with his fingers below. “He lifted her up so they were eye to eye and asked her—begged her—if she would let him taste her everywhere. He was hard as stone and honestly afraid he might die if he couldn’t.”

I shivered at the memory. The way Xavier had bent down right there in the middle of the bar and lifted me by the waist so that my feet were nearly a foot off the floor. He’d swallowed me with a kiss, then asked me in a rough burr if I’d go back to his hotel with him. Called me beautiful, sweet things while he asked again and again between mind-bending kisses.

Please, you beautiful thing, you. I’m begging. Let me taste you. Let me make you feel better than you ever have before.

“She said no,” he went on, truthfully.

I swallowed as his finger dipped into me, then back up to toy with my clit some more. “She was shy.”

“She was fucking exquisite. Which is why the man knew if she wouldn’t come with him, he’d have to show her what she’d be missing.”

I gulped. Yeah, I remembered that, too. Remembered the way he’d carried me off the dance floor just like that, toward the back of the bar, then forced open a closet so we were blocked by a door at the end of the hall near the alley exit. Told me he’d stop whenever I asked but that he needed more. Begged me for more. Literally got on his knees.

And I had said yes. I couldn’t stop kissing him. Not when his hands had slid under the waistband of my jeans to take lush handfuls of flesh. Not when they moved around to undo the button and slide down the zipper. Not when he’d peeled the denim around my curves and pressed his mouth to the soft skin of my upper thigh.

From the very first night, I could never say no to Xavier Parker. I’d honestly never wanted to.

“He got down on his knees for her,” Xavier continued. “Right there on that dirty fucking floor—and this man, mind you, kneels for no one.”

“Dukes rarely do.”

I smiled as his stubbled cheek rubbed against mine. The hand at my breast joined the other below my waist, gently pushing my legs to spread wider for his probing fingers. I sucked in a harsh breath when one breached my extremely slick opening but didn’t push all the way in, instead content with teasing me there while the other hand worked my clit.

“Xavi,” I gasped. “Please.”

“When he licked her delicate cunt, it was like coming home. He couldn’t believe his luck, that she was allowing him to do this, right there where anyone might see, letting him taste her sweet flesh, drive his tongue deep inside her. Salty, honeyed, utter fucking nectar. She tasted like heaven. Like the home he’d never known he could find.”

The finger at my entrance pushed in farther, then was joined by another.

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