Page 59 of Midnight Danger

“Tell me,” Xavier coaxed, his lips still pressing delicate kisses on mine. “Tell me what images you touched yourself to in the darkness.”

“I wanted him to show me what passion was in a world filled with mundane. I needed him to tear down my fake world and make me feel what was real. He was a monster, but for once he wasn’t a man only intent on his own pleasure.”

His finger dipped inside my soaking core. I’d lost count of the number of times I fantasised about this.

“Never once did I want the hero to save me, only the monster,” I confessed, panting. “I wanted him to steal me away from my existence and make me belong to him alone.”

“You’re mine, Cassandra, now and forever.” His lips crashed into mine, forcing my head back into the bedpost.

Xavier was a powerful, raw force of nature that compelled you to grant him access to your soul. He peeled you apart and left you emotionally vulnerable and bleeding. I was terrified and beyond aroused at the same time.

“I need to feel you,” I gasped when he finally released my mouth, leaving my lips tender and swollen.

Tonight Xavier was possessive, his touch asserting his ownership. I never thought I would enjoy being bound and tormented with his sensual touch, yet I found myself craving his featherlight caresses. He tugged the belt back in place over my aching nipples, the pressure making them throb with my pulse.

His skin touched mine, his clothes gone. There was nothing more I needed right now but him. I wanted to touch him, run my fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest, and feel the hard muscles that pointed all the way down to his huge erection that was rubbing against my lower lips.

The world was filled with monsters who smiled to your face and plotted your demise behind your back. Xavier was a creature of darkness who vowed to protect those he loved. The fact that he’d killed to protect me made me want to weep in both despair and gratitude.

He loosened the belt around my thighs before his mouth slayed me, alternating between sucking, licking, and biting me. It was too much and not enough. He moved my legs over his shoulders as he knelt before me in his own brand of submission, consuming me until I screamed one release after another.

“Zee,” I whimpered. “I don’t think I can take any more.”

He slowly stood before me, dragging the blindfold off me, his fingers on my chin capturing my head to tilt it up. “You’ll come again and again until there is nothing left in your body but the pleasured pain of another orgasm ripping through you. Tonight you will obey me, and tomorrow you can love and honour me.”

The words of our vows made me shiver.

“Zee,” I breathed his name.

His cock rubbed my too sensitive flesh, his forehead pressing to mine. “You make me feel too much,” he admitted in a dangerously low tone. “I wanted to walk away from you, but you captivated me, ensnaring me in a web of dangerous emotion.”

“I love you, too,” I whispered, our gazes locked in battle.

His hands grasped my hips that were still restrained by his belt. My nipples felt raw rubbing against the leather as I’d struggled earlier. His erection pushed into me, my mouth falling open as I strained to tilt my hips.

Xavier’s lips skimmed my ear. “The monster would be unable to stop himself, taking you there and then against the rocks where you were still restrained. His need for you too great to carry you away.”

I gasped as he pulled back and thrust up into me again. There was nowhere for me to go, no way I could angle my hips to facilitate him.

“Please,” I begged, not knowing what I needed him to do or stop.

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, lightly biting down on it. “I love it when you beg me.”

“Please, Zee. I need…”

“What?” He thrust up again and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I needed everything—his touch, his possession. His cock moved so deep inside me that I didn’t know where he stopped and I began.

He forged into me again. “What do you need, Cassandra?”

In moments when he became my master, he always called me by my full name. It made me feel naughty that I had two lovers—my loving husband, and a master who commanded me. “Just you,” I admitted in a low tone.

His fingers gripped me until I wriggled uncomfortably. The upward angle bordered on pleasured pain, my body held in place by the restraints. There was nowhere to hide from his thrusts, his domination.

This had been my fantasy, my darkest desire that had terrified yet excited me. Xavier was morphing it into something sexy and erotic. His body claiming mine was driving me insane with pleasure, my core on fire from the aggressive friction. We sacrificed ourselves to each other at the altar of flesh and desire. Our moans and groans replaced our vows, and our bodies sliding against each other became our pledge to each other.

Pressure built low in my stomach like a tsunami gathering force to push back to shore. My nipples rubbed the restraints, the belt on my hips pressed against my pelvic bone, and the constant rhythm of his engorged cock all combined to form a mind-numbing orgasm. It tore through me, burning everything in its path until I was nothing more than an undulating mass of muscle spasms and nerve endings firing throughout my body.

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