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He grips the board with more force. “Show me. Show me what you’re playing with. I want to see.”
I pull the curtain of my knickers aside, and the fabric bunches at my bikini line. My shoulders roll as I relish the gentle caress of my fingers and enjoy the scorching heat from his tunnelling gaze.
His cock thrums, the skin tightening around the bars. “Inch a little higher until you feel your clit, then rock your finger just below it. Be a good woman and do as you’re told.”
His eyes drink me in, the memory of his words flash in them,‘Have you ever seen a man come while he’s staring at you? Like he could eat you, Kaya?’
Right now, if Xander could literally consume me, I’d be rolling around his tongue like a juicy morsel. I like the way his gaze catches every movement, flaring with each flick of my finger, every desire-induced shudder.
Edging higher, I roll my finger below my clit, and my legs tremble under the electrified sensation. “God. I’m ready. I’m wet already.”
“Good.” The word expels like a hiss from deep within his throat. As I position him at my entrance, the muscles in his jaw thrums below tight skin.
My eyes flutter shut when I slide his thick crown through my slit, then rock my hips to take more. The sound of the headboard creaking under his efforts to stay still spurs me on. “You know what I think,” I purr, rolling my pelvis to take him, dominance in the arching and circling of my body. His words from a week ago come back,‘You did that. And if that’s not dominant, if that’s not part of your feminine power, your strength, I don’t know what is.’
Nerves buzz inside my walls as the bars slide in. “I think you’re the one who is a good boy for me.” My heart and pussy pulse frantically as my words excite me. “Keep your hands where they are and watch me ride you. Don’t look away. Don’t close them. And don’t take control.”
His eyes flash, an innate dominance in his Butcher blood that wrestles with restraint. “You look so fucking hot when you’re bossy. Handling me, though, not sure you’ve got what it takes, little girl, but I’ll play.”
I gasp, impaled beautifully on him. A smile creeps across my lips,challenge accepted. I place my hands on purring abdominal muscles and begin to slide up and down. Slow at first, I anchor myself on him and in his blazing topaz eyes.
I work my body on him.
Ride him.
I have his unwavering attention, his thick cock at my command, and all the time in the world to make him surrender and admit, I own him.Watch me.
At a teasing pace, I make love to the length of his erection in slow circles, in sexy hip rolls. I sweat, a mist of perspiration coats my skin. “Do you like that?”
His knuckles turn white, the wooden headboard moments away from fracturing in twin lines below his fists. “Fuck,” he groans, fighting to hold my gaze.
“Don’t look away.” I drag my hands along my slick abdomen and up to my breasts, where I smear the sweat along my nipples. “I’m aching.” I pant. “My nipples are so hard they hurt. Lick them for me like a good boy.”
Then it’s fast. He sits with a start, grinding me to his lap, his twitching arms envelop my torso, and his hips surge upward to fuck at a relenting pace. My breasts bounce around his face. Catching my nipple between his lips, he sucks and tugs on it like a chew toy. Always my panther.
“Kaya. You’re mine,” he says through a groan. “You chose me. You’re fucking mine now.” He near roars the words around my breast, the brimming of his orgasm in every inch of his shuddering thick body.
He licks at my nipples. Treating each one as they bob around his face with our jerking motion.
I clutch at him. With my legs circling his back, I take his punishing thrusts. Sweat slides between us. Chests heave. We slip together. The friction from his pelvis and my hips rising, heating, and building us to wild pleasure.
I shut my eyes. “Don’t you dare come until I do.”
The growl he makes in retort throws my head back, my climax forward, and my entire body into frissons of sensation. Cries expel from me as I orgasm. Pulse. My pussy gets tighter around him, and his never-ending growls bleed into a roar.
His name is my gasps. “Xander.”
My name is his chant, “Kaya.” He swells inside my clenching channel, coming hard and forcefully. His lips suddenly find mine in a clumsy, desperate way, mouthing me through the wave of his climax as his hips quicken and jerk to wring every shudder from both our bodies. Being with Xander Butcher is going to keep me so fucking fit.
We collapse backwards.
“Fuck.” He holds me to his chest, our legs tangled in pretzel-like curves. “Are you on birth control? ‘Cause the way I want to fuck you won’t allow for gaps in your cycle.”
Panting still, I pause. I consider teasing him, but I don’t. “Yes, Hothead. I’m all yours.”
It was just something people say, but his arms tightened around me as though I had just saved his life. “Thank you, Baby.”
After tonight.
