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Corinne lifts her hips restlessly, a moan escaping her throat. “I ache. I feel so empty. I need you. Please…”
The animal in me responds, determined to bury myself deep and fuck her ruthlessly until she cries out my name in back-scratching pleasure. The head up top realizes, no matter how much she writhes and whines, she’s not ready for that.
The head down south has a mind of its own.
Spread. Take. Claim.
Dredging deep for control, I sweep my mouth down her body—a lick of her stomach, a love bite at her hip, a dip of my tongue into her navel…then farther down until I’m exhaling hot and harsh over her pussy.
“Xavian?”
Just a guess, but if she didn’t let any man take her to bed, she’s probably never let one go down on her. And she’s definitely never had one consume her the way I’m about to.
“Put your foot on the nightstand.” I palm her thighs and part them wider, exposing all of her for my stare. So pink. So wet. So pretty… “I’m going to make you scream, princess.”
Slowly, she complies, stretching to place her dainty foot on the edge of the bedside table and spreading her legs wider. Her breath rattles with nerves, with excitement. It matches my ragged exhalations as I lift her hips and press a kiss to her mound. “Don’t move.”
Then patience deserts me. I cover her pussy with my open mouth. She gasps—a sound that contorts into a moan as I drag my tongue through her furrow. I stop at her clit, lingering, tasting, before leveling her with a long, slow caress. Under me, she arches and fists the duvet, her body tensing as her throaty groan fills the air, ratcheting up my desire to something dangerous.
The hint of her essence I licked from her fingers was merely an appetizer. Now I have the whole meal in front of me, a hot, juicy delicacy that’s jacking up my need and stripping away any hint of restraint.
Snarling, I suck her sensitive bud deep in my mouth and circle her tiny opening with my finger. Her head falls back. Long, low sounds escape her throat. The animal in me that breathes and lives for her pleasure eats up her sensual torment.
She abandons any pretense of staying still for my feast when her hips wriggle and lift. Her thighs tremble. She tries to wrap her legs around me.
I shove her thighs wider with a warning growl.
Who the fuck am I right now? Usually, I’m all about sharing pleasure, not demanding it. But I need Corinne to feel it and I need to know it’s decimating her, too, like my heart will stop beating if she doesn’t shatter into a million pieces for me.
Ruthlessly, I lave her clit, my tongue swirling, prodding, and teasing her. Her breaths turn rapid and choppy. Harsh. Somehow I hear it above the roaring of my heart in my ears. My skin feels too tight. My blood flows hot. And my goddamn cock is desperate to be inside her, to feel her close around me as she welcomes me deep.
“Xavian,” she pants. “Xavian!”
“Is this going to be better than the orgasms you give yourself?” I can’t resist making her admit it. It’s crazy and demanding and even a little petty, but I’m not going to let up until she gives herself over. When Corinne thinks of pleasure, I want her to think of me.
“Yes,” she breathes out, voice shaky.
It’s not enough.
I grab her wrists and pin them to the mattress beside her hips, then use them to pull her down onto my mouth, where there’s no escaping the lash of my tongue.
Eating at her like a man starved, I’m gratified when her moans turn to whimpers. In seconds, she’s thrusting herself onto my tongue with a back-twisting arch and a keening cry. Bit by bit, she’s giving herself over to pleasure—to me—but I’m a greedy son of a bitch. I want her complete surrender. I want her coming for me like she never has, my name falling from her lips.
Relentlessly, I work her clit over and over until her every breath is a gasp, until her nipples stab the air, until she’s jerking reflexively against my tongue.
“Who’s going to make you come, princess?” I demand against her hot, humid flesh. “Scream it.”
Her hips buck. Her breaths saw. Then she lets out a piercing wail. “Xavian!”
Her acknowledgment that I’m the master of her destruction dismantles whatever’s been holding my restraint together. Everything primal inside me takes over, eating her until I’ve wrung every last scream, shudder, and sigh from her.
When she finally stills, she lifts her long lashes from her cheeks and stares at me with hot, glittering eyes. The smile that turns up her lips is loopy. “Wow.”
I grin. “Glad to know this orgasm lived up to your standards.”
