Page 26 of Midnight Legacy

“Hmmm.”

His tempo was slow and oh so deep, making sure I experienced every inch of him moving in and out of me. He rotated his hips, grinding his pelvic bone against my clit. My eyes nearly crossed at the pressure that built in my core.

I loved the dark cocoon, the sensation of our skin sliding against each other, his piercing rubbing all the right places. Tonight, I lived my own private fantasy with my dark and dangerous lover. My core was on fire, burning from the friction and amplified by my desire. I never wanted him to stop, but at the same time, I could hardly take any more.

“Zee,” I moaned.

He paused deep inside me and rotated his cock again. His pelvic bone ground into my clit. I could barely breathe with the sensation, the pressure escalating in my stomach, and my pulse throbbing through me.

He lifted my legs and shoved another pillow under my ass and reared up on his knees. I knew the time for deep, gentle strokes was gone. The tip of his cock still sat just inside me and he grasped my hips. He hauled me toward him as he surged deep inside.

“Ohmigod,” I gasped. Too deep, his cock throbbed as he filled me.

I grabbed my hair because I could no longer reach the headboard.

He pressed one hand on my pubic bone and the other gripped my hip. Xavier pistoned in and out of my core, his cock battering deep inside. There was nowhere for me to hide, no escape from this erotic assault. The angle, the tempo, the scent all combined to drive me insane. My body writhed under his as he pumped deep and fast.

“Please…” I didn’t know if I was begging for more or needed a reprieve.

His hand pushed harder on my pelvic bone and all the sensations in my core were more acute. Pressure built deep in my stomach like a volcano ready to erupt. My body was on fire and the flesh between my legs was too sensitive yet demanded more. My thighs widened and my back arched as I exploded in a myriad of different sensations.

Xavier kept thrusting until his cock throbbed and he erupted deep inside me before collapsing on top of me. His lips skimmed my shoulder and I held him, because right now he was the anchor that supported me.

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Chapter Nine

Cassandra

After last night, I could barely struggle out of bed this morning, even though it was nearly midday when I finally emerged. Xavier’s sexy grin and arched eyebrow told me he still thought he’d won. I glared at him and narrowed my eyes, but his grin widened.

“Some days I hate you,” I muttered as I opened the fridge and hunted for the orange juice.

His arms circled my waist and I tried to suppress the shiver when he kissed the back of my neck. “No, you don’t. Your screams last night told the entire building how much you love me.”

“Those screams were for your penis,” I grumbled.

“Does that mean you’ve forgiven him for getting you pregnant?”

I slammed the fridge and wiggled free from him to find a glass. “No, because he’ll try and do it again in future. Maybe we should send him for the snip?” I opened and closed my fingers like a pair of scissors.

Xavier playfully winced and covered his groin with his hand. “Maybe I should feed you,” he said and wandered toward the cooker. “Pancakes?”

“Do I get bacon with them?”

He winked and set about preparing me food. The playboy billionaire the world saw was useless at anything but having a good time. The husband was able to cook, clean, and look after himself.

“Should we talk about my uncle?” I finally asked.

His shoulders tensing was his only outward reaction.

“You’re supposed to be meeting him tomorrow. He said he wanted me to be there.”

Xavier turned and propped his ass against the counter. “You’re not going.” He folded his arms across his chest.

“He might tell me more than he’ll reveal to you,” I pointed out.

“I don’t care. After tonight, you promised to go into hiding and let me protect you.”

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