Page 28 of King of Ruin

He unbuckled his belt with a swift motion, the metallic clink echoing in the charged atmosphere. He unzipped his pants, lowering them to reveal his impressive girth, the sight making her breath catch in her throat. He aligned himself with her, and in one smooth motion, he slid into her warmth.

Elise stiffened, feeling him stretch her, pushing her higher and higher, a whimper escaping her lips.

A soft whimper escaped her lips, impossible to suppress, but he silenced her with a deeper kiss, thrusting harder, taking control. Each deep stroke shattered her restraint, overwhelming her senses until she surrendered fully to him.

When their bodies eased into a rhythm, he broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her cheek to her neck, his kisses turninginto bites that ravaged her flesh, the sounds of his hunger mingling with the music that pulsed around them.

“Stay still,” he growled, his body rigid as she tightened around him, her soft walls enveloping his length, feeling every pulse and throb.

“Oh God…” Elise cried out as she climaxed, warmth flooding over him, coating his hardness as her thighs buckled, leaving her both stiff and soft.

Xavier’s hold on her waist tightened, pressing her against the wall, not allowing her to escape even as each breath felt like a punishment. It wasn’t enough for him; he thrust harder, deeper, as her nails dug into his arms, anchoring her to him. He lifted one of her legs, holding it high against his waist, driving them both further into a frenzy of desire.

The angle deepened his thrusts, making it impossible for her to suppress her emotions. Their bodies rubbed together, and she could barely breathe, her body shaking as he took her completely. The intensity made her cry out, the sound echoing in the room as she lost herself to pleasure once more, her wetness coating his still rock-hard girth.

“Xavier, please. Please,” Elise cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as pleasure overwhelmed her so intensely that she struggled to catch her breath.

Taking mercy on her, he finally shifted his feet, his thrusts growing rougher, and she felt his body tense.

A low growl escaped his mouth, resonating in her ear, and his thrusts became shorter and deeper. Finally, he let his release spill inside her, the heat of it making her feel every inch of him even more deeply. Her body went slack against him as he breathed heavily, his grip still firm as he held her close.

Then he bent down and grabbed her panties once again, bringing them to her feet.

“Lift up your leg,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.

She obediently complied, lifting her legs one by one as he carefully slid the panties onto her feet, then rose to his full height, pulling them over her thighs and up to her hips.

Once he finished, he bent down again and lifted her into his arms. She let out a surprised yelp, but he didn’t let go. The drive back home was swift and silent.

Once they reached the Chen Mansion, she headed toward the bedroom, intending to shower. Just as she reached for the bathroom door, he snatched her back.

“Did you really think it’s over?” he asked, surprise flashing in her eyes.

“I’m just going to get a shower before coming to bed,” she replied, her voice dropping slightly as shame crept in.

“There’s no need. I’m going to make you dirty again anyway,” he said impatiently, grabbing the cover on her shoulder and tossing it aside.

His hungry gaze roamed over her soft flesh, hidden beneath the silk nightdress. The fabric fell to her knees, and the deep V-neck revealed her breasts more prominently.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the swell of her breasts was clear, making his mouth water as he stared at her shamelessly.

He stepped closer and grabbed her shoulders, his eyes shamelessly raking over her cleavage before finally locking onto hers as he growled, “I have to tie you up now.”

“Tie me up?” she asked, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.

“So that when I take you this time, you don’t disturb me from getting what I want.”

She blinked, heat rushing to her cheeks. Before she could respond, he strode to the large closet and returned moments later. In his hand, she noticed one of his ties and a handkerchief. He snapped the handkerchief open carelessly, revealing golden threads that formed the initials XC against the black fabric, making her heartbeat quicken.

“Now be a good girl. You have to stay silent,” he murmured, folding the handkerchief diagonally until it was long and narrow. He brought it to her mouth, wrapping it around and tying it securely behind her head. The XC in gold threads rested right over her lips. His gaze fell on it, and a flash of darkness ignited in his eyes.

His fingers grazed the embroidery as he delicately caressed it with his thumb, his eyes never leaving the sight of her mouth bound with his name. He licked his lips, hunger flashing in his gaze. Unable to resist any longer, he leaned in and kissed her over the handkerchief. Her eyes fluttered shut as the warmth of his mouth enveloped hers, his breath saturating the air around them, filled with the intoxicating scent of him.

His saliva seeped through the cloth, and she felt it touch her lips as he kissed her hungrily, as if the distance he had created only heightened his desire. He pressed against her, kissing her with urgency before trailing his mouth down to her jaw. One hand gripped her chin, holding her still as he planted one final kiss on her mouth through the handkerchief, releasing a breath that was both shuddering and greedy.

“I love this,” he said, his voice rough as he stared at her mouth, filled with clear hunger. “My mark on you.”

Then, forcing himself to pull away, his hands grasped the hem of her dress. With a swift motion, he yanked the short garment over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her bare before him in her champagne-colored panties, matching the hue of her nightdress.