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Chapter 7
Chastity
It takes me a minute to remember where I am when I wake. I smile as the memories return, feeling lighter than I have for years.
I half-expected to wake up alone, but I’m pressed against Xander’s body, curled into his side, my head resting on his chest, one leg thrown over his.
I blink at the clock on the bedside cabinet. Almost 3 PM.
I tip my head back and look at the man I gave myself to unreservedly. No regrets. Zero. It was amazing. He made it amazing.
Xander looks so peaceful as he sleeps, his face relaxed, the lines of tension around his eyes smoothed out. God, he’s handsome. And he’s a good man. He hides his vulnerabilities beneath a brusque, efficient exterior, but I’ve been blessed to see some of those softer qualities. And I’m not gonna lie—I love how growly and possessive he is in bed. I may be an independent woman, but there’s something about his dirty talk, about being dominated in the bedroom, that I love.
Xander groans slightly in his sleep and shifts. My gaze moves down his gorgeous body, his wide chest, and the indentations of his abs. The sheet is bunched at his hips, tenting over his cock. He’s aroused.
I bite my lip. Am I bold enough to wake him with my mouth? Hell, yeah. How hard can it be? Very hard, judging by the sheet teepee his cock is making.
Extricating myself carefully, I slide down his body, dragging curious fingers over the ripples of his abs.
With trembling fingers, I lower the sheet, light-headed with anticipation, as I brush his swollen length. He’s thick, and I can’t completely encircle the scorching circumference of him.
“What are you up to, Firecracker?”
I look up at Xander’s question. Licking my lips, I give him my best seductive smile, which probably comes off as a nervous tic. “Taking care of your not-so-little problem.”
Before he can reply, I lower my head to lick the bead of moisture at his tip.
He jerks at my touch. “Fuck.”
His eyes burn down at me like twin coals. His skin stretched taut over his cheekbones. Breath saws in and out of his broad chest as though he’s run a marathon. His skin is flushed with arousal. His lids at half-mast.
Wow. I did that with one simple caress? Okay, then.
Lowering my eyes again, I wrap my hand around him, weighing his girth and length. He’s thick. Long. The skin of his shaft pulses with veins, velvet-covered steel.
A husky moan escapes my throat, and my mouth waters. With a deep groan, his rough hand fists my hair. Glancing up, I see his teeth bared in a show of dominance, but his hand is gentle as it guides my mouth to his cock.
I tentatively wrap my lips around the rimmed head of his cock. His hips jerk up, making the muscles leading to his shaft tense and contract in beautiful symmetry.
He tastes of male musk and sin, and my pussy throbs. I’ve never given a blow-job before, and I didn’t expect it to be so arousing for me.
Closing my eyes, I rely on my senses to guide me.
Xander’s fingers flex in my hair and he guides me down so the head of his cock slips past my teeth, seeking my tongue.
“Take me all the way down, Firecracker,” he commands, his voice rough. “All the way to the back of your throat.”
My hum vibrates down his length. Yes, I answer silently. Tell me what you want. Tell me what to do.
Fisting the base, I explore him with my tongue, finding a prominent vein on the underside of his shaft.
“Fuck, that’s it. Jesus, you look so pretty sucking my cock.”
Moisture pools between my thighs as I experiment with pressure and speed, using his groans and the hand on the back of my head to guide me. Saliva constantly fills my mouth as I gorge on his turgid flesh, coating his length. Another slippery bead of pre-cum hits my tongue, and I lick over his slit, seeking more.
A raw groan escapes him, and my answering moan causes him to buck and swell inside my mouth. Firming my jaw, I suck him deep, flattening my tongue to make room for him and caressing his balls plunge faster.
“Christ, Chastity,” he grits. “You need to stop now, or I’m gonna spill down your throat.”
