Page 38 of Midnight Legacy

Xavier released me to grab my hips, his thrusts bruising with their intensity. The burning embers of desire roared into life, pounding through my veins and culminating deep in my stomach. My legs widened as I felt his cock throbbing. Xavier released inside me as I screamed my orgasm, milking every drop of cum from him.

Perspiration coated my body and my limbs no longer held my weight as I collapsed. Xavier fell on top of me, his body pressing me into the bed.

My heart beat rapidly, my breath swift and shallow. I had no idea what had just happened, but my core continued to contract around him.

“Fuck, baby.” He sounded more like my Xavier, but I lay stunned under him.

When he pulled out of me, a mixture of his release and the ice cube ran down my leg.

I opened my mouth to say something, but snapped it shut again.

Xavier rolled me onto my back, and I stared up at him. His hands removed his mask and he changed from the stranger who’d just fucked me into the mattress into my husband. His eyes ran over me, assessing my reaction.

Slowly, I pushed myself up into a seated position. My fingers couldn’t untie the mask as it was tangled in my hair. His hands stilled mine and took over the task.

“Cas, I…” He halted, his eyes darting to the side.

I stood on trembling legs until we faced each other. “I booked this room because I wanted you to show me your world before I had to hide and let you protect our family. This is who you are, Xavier, you need never apologise for that.”

He still stood dressed in his dark suit, only his trousers open. His hands slipped into his pockets and he stared at the floor. “I want to be a better man for you.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist. “You keep saving me, let me do the same for you.”

He stared down at me, his expression dark and unreadable.

“This room is ours for the entire night,” I coaxed him. “It even has access to a jacuzzi that I paid extra for.”

His lips twitched.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll tie you to the restraints and spank you.” It was supposed to be a joke, but the light burning in his eyes said he would enjoy that.

His hand finally came out of his pocket and he tucked my hair behind my ear. “What am I supposed to do with you?” The question seemed to be directed more to himself than me.

I grabbed his face between my hands. “Love me. It’s as simple as that.”

“I keep messing this up,” he admitted in a low voice.

“Then try harder because this won’t get easier when Bubble arrives.”

He took a staggered breath and held it in for several seconds before releasing it in a hiss. “You’re too good for me.”

“Do you want me to run away again?”

He stared down at me in horror. “Fuck, no!”

“Then stop pushing me away. This only works if we share the good and the bad with each other.”

“Some days it feels like you’re the good and I’m the bad.” His voice was barely a whisper. His gaze darkened until it held the sadness of the world.

I grabbed his black tie, dragging his head down until our eyes were level with each other. “Tonight is a celebration and you promised me at least three orgasms, so snap out of it. Carly lamented the loss of you as a Dom in The Twilight Rooms, and I wanted to rip her eyes out.” I deliberately pressed into his strength. “Show me, Zee. Show me what it’s like to be your submissive.”

He blinked once, staring at me as if he was trying to see inside my head. “Those other women meant nothing to me,” he said slowly. “When I was with them, I wanted control because my life was a crazy, fucked up place that was spiralling out of control.”

My forehead pressed into his. “And now?”

“Now I have everything I want. I have no problem making you submit to me because you’re mine, but never ask me to treat you the way I did those women.”

His hands landed on my hips to curve around my ass, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. My legs instinctively wrapped around him. Our breaths mingled since we were pressed together.

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