Page 76 of Midnight Legacy

I was so ready I could burst. His cock surged deep into my core, stretching and filling me. Now that I was awake, I wanted it so hard and slow that I would still feel his impression in me tomorrow. He pulled out of me with infinite slowness, until only his head remained in me. My entire body moved when he slammed back inside, his fingers gripping my hips.

His pace continued until I was mewling, my back arching to present my ass to him. The pressure in my stomach built with every forceful thrust, sparks of pleasure firing through the synapses of my body to culminate in my core. His hands roved over my body, caressing my breasts and fluttering over my clit in teasing strokes.

He surrounded me, his presence cloaking me in the darkness until there was nothing else but the slide of his body on mine, the sensation of his cock thrusting in and dragging out of me. I could barely breathe, everything too much and yet not enough.

Xavier pulled out suddenly and rolled me onto my back, spearing into me as his lips found mine. He consumed every part of me until there was nothing left but a quivering wreck of muscle spasms and nerves screaming in ecstasy.

He pushed me over the precipice of pleasure until we came together, our bodies locked together in a climax that left us both gasping for air, our foreheads pressed tightly together.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips pressing delicate kisses on my lips.

“Love you, too.” I wound my arms around him and gave up even trying to think.

We held each other until our breaths settled and the sweat on my body started to cool. Then he wrapped me in his arms, his stomach pressed to my back, his arm holding me tight against him.

“What time is it?” I asked, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

“About three in the morning.” I knew there was something wrong by the stillness of his body and the way he held me.

I struggled free to sit up. “What’s up?” Panic snaked up my spine when he rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his arm. “Zee?”

“Just leave it, Cassandra.”

He only ever used my full name when he wanted my obedience or his emotions were spiralling out of control. I flicked the bedside light on so I could study him.

“Zee?” There was no explanation because he hadn’t said anything, but suddenly I was terrified.

He finally lifted his arm and his eyes met mine. They were red as if he’d been crying. “Please don’t ask me,” he pleaded.

I lifted his fingers and threaded mine through them. “How can I help you if I don’t know?”

He swallowed and looked toward the window filled with the darkness of the night. “Because there are some things so dark that when you see them, they haunt your soul.”

His hand shook and a tear trickled down his cheek. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his head, dragging him against me. His arms nearly crushed me with the power behind it when he finally returned my embrace.

I sat with my back propped on the headrest and Xavier’s head on my stomach. Tentatively, I slowly stroked his hair and let him get rid of his excess of emotions. Whatever had happened was bad and he needed to process it before he could discuss it with me.

“I want you to leave today and go to Tuscany with Uncle Lucas,” he finally said, his fingertips tracing over my tummy. “Just until all this is over.”

I tipped his head back until he was peering up at me. “Tell me.”

He blinked once, looking like a man being led to the execution block. “Baby…”

“I need to know, Zee. Right now, I’m imagining all sorts of crazy scenarios.”

He swallowed and tried to look away, but I refused to let him. “This will only work if we’re honest with each other.”

“They’re dead,” he said randomly.

“Who’s dead?” Goosebumps rose up on my skin.

Xavier sat up, his shoulders heaving as if he couldn’t breathe properly. He got up and paced to the window, opening it and staring out into the darkness.

I turned the light off and wrapped my silk kimono around me before following him. My arms snaked around his waist, and my head rested between his shoulder blades. He created The Midnight Rooms because the darkness gave him a place to hide and process his emotions.

“Who’s dead?” I repeated.

“Us.”

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