Page 88 of Last Comes Fate

He grinned with a very good impression of a tiger who had just caught his prey. “Yes. But the nipples too. A bit puffier. Darker. Like perfectly ripe raspberries.” He lightly brushed his thumb over the pebbled edge.

I sucked in my breath as the move sent another shock straight through my belly.

Well, that was new.

“I’ve wondered how it will taste,” he said as he lightly pulled at the taut nub.

“You have not,” I mumbled, though I was finding it hard to focus when he was toying with me that way. Even more when he bent his head to my neck and began to trail his tongue through the curve where it met my shoulder and into the sensitive hollow just above my clavicle.

He chuckled into my skin. “I’m a sick man, Ces. Especially when it comes to you.” He cupped both breasts, squeezing them lightly.

“But—you fantasize about that?” I gasped even as he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked, long and hard, as if in answer.

“Any man who says he doesn’t is lying through his teeth.” His words were a burr against my tender skin before he moved to the other breast and performed the same intense worship. “Sweet and rich. A perfect dessert.” He suckled me hard again, causing me to shiver in his arms. “Lait de Francesca.”

Maybe it was the French. Or the image of this beautiful man at my breast. But if he was sick, then so was I, because something within me responded with a deep tug at my very core. I found myself wrapping my hands around his head, urging him to take more, pull all of me into him, possess my very being if it was what he really needed. His hands traveled around my back, seizing lush handfuls of my waist, my ass, my legs in rhythm with his lips.

And then the sensations changed. The embers at my core blossomed into fire. Xavier rolled my nipple between his teeth, and suddenly the friction was too much to take. I undulated my hips into him, and the sensation of his length, solid and true between my legs, with only a few scant barriers of fabric between us, was too much to take.

I came, fast and by complete surprise.

“Fuck!” I gasped as the orgasm swept through me suddenly.

Xavier kept his mouth on my breast but pulled me closer, kneading his hands into my thighs as my entire body quaked in his clutches.

“Xavi!” I cried, grasping for his hair, his shoulders, his arms—anything I could cling to while the waves of pleasure wrecked me.

His hum was low and deep against my skin, a velvet motor.

It was too much.

“Back.” With two hands, I shoved him off me, forcing his mouth from my breast with an audible pop.

He fell onto his back with a cocky grin that almost had me laughing in return.

“Like that, did you?” he asked.

“Shut up,” I told him as I got off his lap only long enough to help him remove the last of his clothes. When he was naked on the bed, his cock lying stiff and heavy up his stomach, I crawled back over him, watching his cheeky mischief transform into complete and utter unadulterated need.

I straddled him once more, sliding my slick center over his waiting member. Thrilling when it moved toward me of its own accord.

“Fuck,” Xavier hissed as his hands clamped on to my hips again. He tried to pull me down, but I resisted him.

“No,” I said. “Now it’s my turn to drive you crazy.”

I positioned myself at his head. It was nearly impossible not to sink down, take him fully the way I’d been dreaming of what seemed like always. My first orgasm had already faded, and my parts were practically throbbing with need for him. Had been for months.

“Please,” Xavier implored. “Fucking hell, Ces. Don’t make me beg.”

I leaned forward and brushed my lips over his. “But I like it when you beg. I like to know you want me.”

“Vixen,” he whispered, breath sweet and warm. “You own me, you know that?”

“Oh, Xavi,” I said before kissing him once more. “We don’t own each other. But we belong to each other just the same.”

When I saw that light, that freedom, cross his face again, I sat up and took him in. Just a little.

“That’s it, babe,” he choked out, voice guttural and strung with need. “Take me deep, Ces. Take me fucking home.”

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