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“Of course,” he said eventually. “Should we eat the pizza?”
Their eyes met in a silent battle of wills. She took another swig from her glass, then slipped back into her robe.
Xavier rubbed his wrists and stripped off his shirt. Her skin, still flushed from earlier, nonetheless heated up another notch. Her gaze roved him hungrily before she could stop herself. She turned back to the window to put some distance between them. Outside, rain battered the window harder than ever, blurring the view.
Moments later those same irresistible arms surrounded her. She rested her cheek against his bare bicep and moved with him as his chest heaved against her back in a deep sigh.
She turned in his arms, reaching to draw his face down for a gentle kiss. “Pizza schmizza. You really want to strip something away, how about you start with this stupid costume, and we’ll go from there.”
The answering grin she was expecting never came. Instead his frown deepened and turned fierce, determined. Spinning her around to face the window he stripped the robe from her shoulders and threw it on the bed. She didn’t dare move. He grabbed both her hands and placed them on the windowpane,shoulder width apart. Behind her, he loosened the braiding in her corset until it, too, fell free and he was able to push it down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of it at the same time he tore off the frilled cuffs around her wrists and neck, the Velcro making a crackling sound that tore through the air. Her quirky hat was thrown to the floor on top of the pile.
“You don’t wanna talk?” he growled, his accent stronger than ever. “Fine. We did it your way before. Now it’s my turn.”
His foot kicked her heels apart, a hand on the small of her back keeping her still. His hands spread her legs farther, enough for him to find the zippers on her boots. Tearing them down and stripping her of the high heeled shoes, leaving her standing, considerably shorter, in nothing but her fishnet stockings and garters. He used his body to push hers forward until she was pressed flat against the cold pane of glass.
Covered on one side by his warm body and exposed to the world on the other. She shivered. Awareness, embarrassment, and excitement warred for supremacy.
Her panting breaths left puffs of fog along the glass. She could feel the rain pounding against the glass, beating faintly against her naked breasts. Heedless of the eyes that could be watching them, or perhaps because of them, he covered her tits with his hands, pinching and kneading her nipples until she moaned his name. She could feel the heat of him from her shoulders to her knees, engulfing her.
His hands slipped to her waist and spun her around.
“Put your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around my waist.”
It wasn’t a polite request. Not a request at all. Gone was her infinitely patient lover. In his place was a demanding demon.
Wet and panting, she did as she was damn well told.
Pushing her back up on the glass, he balanced her on his thighs, reaching under them to somehow sheath himself and guide his solid cock inside her.
Her hair stuck to the window as he pressed into her, stretching her, teasing her until she could take his entire length. Biting his shoulder, she issued sweet sounds of pleasure that washed over them both. Her moans became louder when he grazed her throat with his teeth and growled.
God this man knows how to fuck. She gave up trying to sound ladylike and simply let the sounds pour from her mouth unfiltered.
Over his shoulder, she could see them reflected in the room’s giant mirror. His leg and ass muscles clenched as he drove himself into her again and again. Her nails left red stripes over his shoulder blades as she held on for dear life.
His wide hands on her hips set a steady rhythm that soon spun out of control. Jagged and desperate, they clawed at each other. Their mouths met, tongues tasting each other in a language too complex for words. Taking, giving. Mostly taking.
A surge of bliss speared her stomach and spread through her in waves. Her head snapped back, smacking the glass behind her with a resounding crack. He stopped his frantic thrusts, his expression changing to one of concern.
“Oh, Jesus, baby, are you ok?”
“I’m fine! I’m fine! I’m great! Please, don’t stop. Xavier, don’t stop!”
He laughed at her annoyed frown and resumed his frenzied pumping. His noises of satisfaction drove her on. She took his face in her hands, felt his beard scratch her palms, licked it, grazed her teeth over it. So close, so, so close.
“Tell me your real name,” he whispered into her ear.
She shook her head.
He slowed his pace.
“Tell me your name.”
She ground her hips in desperation.
“Please, Xavier, please don’t do this.”
“Tell me.” He stopped pumping altogether, his lips finding her bare breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples. “I want to know what name to shout when I come.”
