Page 73 of Midnight Danger

“It even has hooks to suspend a swing into,” Xavier said against my ear.

My eyebrows hit my hairline and heat flooded my cheeks as images fluttered through my head. I’d discreetly Googled BDSM a few weeks ago before visiting the twilight room. Some of the images had shocked me, but seeing our bedroom adapted for our private use put them into a different perspective.

Heat gathered between my legs and my pulse accelerated while my eyes were glued to the bed Xavier had had specifically crafted for our pleasure.

For over a week, I’d avoided sex. The only contact I’d craved had been Xavier holding me tightly. His arms had kept me from falling apart.

“Everything in this house has been designed specifically for you,” he continued. “Even the renovations before I met you. Some days it feels like I knew you were out there, and I was constantly searching for you.”

I trailed my fingers through his hair, tugging his face down to mine. “Show me,” I said against his lips.

Passion flared in his eyes and his hands on my waist tightened.

Desire ignited deep in my core, travelling through my body until my clothes felt too tight and my panties were damp.

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Chapter Twenty-Three

Xavier

The Midnight Rooms had been a place for me to hide from the world while still experiencing pleasure. The Twilight Rooms had been somewhere to indulge my deepest fantasies. This bedroom had been designed for the woman standing in the circle of my arms. Seeing her in The Twilight Rooms, I hadn’t wanted to share her with anyone. Not even a peek at her creamy silken skin.

I wanted to share pleasure in all forms with Cassandra, but the demons inside me would only permit that when she was mine alone to explore and enjoy. A jealous, possessive little demon had set up home inside me and refused to share her with anyone else. I guess my days of attending orgies were officially over.

My hands slid under her top and I smiled as she shivered in response. From the first moment I touched her, she’d reacted to me.

“Strip,” I gave her a single command.

Her body froze, but then she arched up into me. This woman was my entire universe, destroying the memory of all the women who came before her. She had done what others predicted could never be achieved; she took a hopeless sinner and made him kneel in worship before her.

She accepted my ring and my vows and joined her life to mine. Without hesitation, she lifted a gun and defended me. No one had ever done that before, every action binding us tighter and tighter together. There are regrets that run through your head when you face death. Plans that you’d outlined in your mind that would never come to fruition. A life with Cassandra that I would never get to live.

I had about a minute to try and break free, sixty seconds that I was already counting down in my head to try and reach my future. I’d been trying to grab his belt in an attempt to lift him over my head when his weapon fell out. After her reaction to the gunshots a few months ago, I would never have imagined that Cassandra would have lifted that gun and fired it. She’d saved me in so many different ways, her love making me whole.

Slowly, Cassandra stepped away from me, her eyes locked on mine as her hands began to unbutton her top. Every item fell to the floor until she stood naked before me. Without prompting, she lowered to her knees in front of me.

Fuck!

My hand fisted at my side. Submission was something that every dominant craved, but with Cassandra it was more than that. She chose to kneel before me, not because I was stronger than her, but because she was my equal in every way, both of us needing the same from each other.

I tilted her face up with my finger under her chin. Her huge eyes stared up at me while she knelt in silence. I took a mental picture of this moment, storing it away in my memory bank.

Her fingers released my jeans until they fell to my ankles, my boxer briefs following them. I tugged my T-shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor while toeing off my boots. Her hand curved around my hardening dick to gently pump him, her lips sliding from the head down to meet her hand.

My eyes closed for a few seconds to allow myself just to feel her taking charge. My pleasure lay in her hands and mouth, and Cassandra moved with the surety of a woman who knew exactly what my dick liked.

“Baby,” I gasped, my hand winding in her hair to try and tug her head back. “You keep doing that and we’re never gonna try the new bed.”

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard and my knees buckled at the sensation. I grabbed the bedpost to hold me up. My eyes narrowed in warning and her lips twitched at my expression.

She pumped harder, her nail tracing the sensitive vein. I gave in, holding onto the bedpost as she took me hard, fast, and deep, her hands moving to my ass to help her devour me.

“Fuck!” I tangled my free hand in her hair to force her to look up at me while I climaxed. She wasn’t normally this aggressive, but I loved it, needing to feel her desperate want for me even as I spilled into her.

She pursed her lips together when she finally released my dick, her eyebrow arching slightly in challenge.

“You do realise you’ll pay for your disobedience?” I asked softly. The small smile on her mouth told me that was exactly why she’d continue to suck me off even as I tried to stop her.

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