Page 25 of Midnight Legacy

“You’re going to have to stop if you want me to fuck you,” Xavier grated out, his hand fisted at his side.

I trailed my teeth gently down his shaft until he popped from my mouth. I held his piercing between my teeth, tugging on it gently. He always enjoyed the sting of pain to complement his pleasure. Knowing he was watching me, I crawled to the bed on my hands and knees. When I looked over my shoulder, he was rooted to the spot, watching me.

Holding onto the last of my confidence, I stood and climbed onto the bed, settling myself on the pillows with my legs open and my hands grasping the metal posts of the elaborate headboard.

Xavier’s thumb traced over his bottom lip with his eyes glued to me. He left the room, and then returned with a small vial of essential oils. I watched him curiously as he put a few drops on the pillow beside my head.

“You can train a body to respond to a positive scent stimulus, like me finding you in The Midnight Rooms by the smell of Parma violets. Every time you’re exposed to this scent it will remind you of orgasms and pleasure.” He rolled my right nipple between his fingers. “We can train your body to reject certain scents as well.”

“How?” I gasped, my nipple hardening under his touch.

“Some people associate one scent with vaginal sex and other scents with anal sex. It means their body knows what to expect when they detect a particular aroma.” He bent down to take my nipple between his teeth, his eyes constantly on me. “A body is just a mass of muscles and nerves; it can be trained to respond to any of the senses.”

My breath caught in my throat and I forgot to breathe for several seconds.

“Close your eyes,” Xavier whispered, pressing kisses up until he reached my ear. “Smell the oil, let it sink into your consciousness. Next time you encounter it, your panties will be wet even before I drag them off your sexy ass.”

He lifted the bottle, rubbed some between his hands, and the sweet aroma encompassed me. Xavier watched me until I closed my eyes and he began to massage my breasts with the fragrant oil, manipulating my nipples until they were hard and swollen.

I felt his loss when he wandered across the room to flip the light switch and press the button to close the blinds that blocked all the light from outside. We were enveloped in darkness and I relaxed into the freedom that brought.

The bed dipped with his weight as he crawled between my legs. My mouth fell open when his lips found my right breast, his hand caressing the other. Taking my sight away allowed my other senses to compensate. Goosebumps erupted over my skin as his hands and mouth explored me. He massaged the oil into me until it was engrained into my soul, seeking every erogenous point that made me pant.

I used to imagine what Zee looked like when we were in The Midnight Rooms. Now I knew, and the reality was better than the fantasy I’d conjured in my head. Those hands had murdered men, yet they traced over my skin with exquisite delicacy, his fingers stopping on the small bump on my lower abdomen.

“You do know I can’t just fuck you like an anonymous woman in the dark?”

“Hmmm.” My fingers swept through his hair. “But everything feels so much more in the dark. I’m not distracted, so every muscle and neuron are honed only to your touch.”

His lips pressed a soft kiss to my tummy. “Lie back, baby.” He placed a pillow under my ass to tilt my pelvis.

Those divine lips and delicious tongue attacked the delicate flesh between my legs. His finger slipped inside and curved to rub that spot that made me moan and arch my spine. My hands gripped the rail behind me. The darkness made me feel vulnerable, with my only grounding factor being the man between my legs. He alternated between long, slow licks, and rapid flicks of his tongue. Xavier’s finger rotated and my legs widened, wanting so much more of him.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and devoured me. His stubble felt abrasive on my soft skin, the contrast making me moan and bury my fingers into his hair. Throughout it all, that scent surrounded me.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can take any more,” I moaned. The pressure inside me built into an inferno, my blood boiling in my veins with a heat that scorched everything in its path. Nothing else mattered but the sensation between my legs.

I exploded in a blinding cascade of pleasure, my entire body arced up toward him, my feet digging into his back. Perspiration coated my skin and I dragged in a ragged breath, trying to steady my emotions.

“Definitely not like it used to be in the dark,” I stammered.

He kissed his way up my body to find my lips. “I told you, there’s a difference fucking someone you don’t give a damn about and being with someone who holds your heart in their hand.”

Xavier’s cock prodded my tender flesh before sliding into my core, inch by glorious inch. My eyes closed and I allowed myself to just feel that stretch. There was always the initial bite of pain that would herald pleasure. He lodged himself balls-deep, and the angle allowed me to move my hips and massage that secret place inside that only he’d been able to find. He must have poured more oil because the scent became stronger, until all I knew was the presence of his cock and the smell of the herb.

“I miss the small penises that try their best in The Midnight Rooms,” I quipped, trying to break that tension that was beginning to smother me.

His dark laugh cascaded over me before his hips pulled back and he slammed into me. “Ohmigod,” I muttered. He’d removed my sight and my smell with the essential oil, so he felt thicker and deeper because my entire body was focused on the slide of his cock.

“Sorry, baby, but this is the only penis you’re getting for the rest of your life.”

My leg curved around his to stake my claim. “What if I want to attend an orgy?”

His hands pinned my wrists to either side of my head, his brow pressed to mine. “Then you go with me.”

“And if I want to be like that woman with three cocks in her at once?”

His hand wrapped around my throat and my pussy contracted around him in excitement. “Then you’ll have to wait until I get around to filling every hole, one after the other.”

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