Page 61 of Haunted

The words should shock me, but they don’t; they send heat spiraling through my core. Everything about this moment—the vulnerability, the raw honesty of our bodies together, the way he’s looking at me like I’m precious even as he takes me roughly—it’s more than I can process.

All I can do is feel.

Xavier’s mouth crashes against mine with desperate hunger, and I kiss him back as fiercely. This isn’t the calculated, controlled man who’s been manipulating me—this is a man completely undone, and knowing I’ve caused this transformation is like having kerosene running through my veins.

“Mira,” he groans against my lips, my name a broken prayer. “Fuck, what you do to me?—”

His hips drive forward harder, deeper, and I cry out into his mouth. The chains bite into my wrists as I strain toward him, no longer trying to escape but desperate to get closer. Every wall I’ve built crumbles under the onslaught of sensation and emotion.

“Yes,” I gasp between kisses. “Yes, Xavier?—”

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he pants, his movements becoming more urgent. “So tight around my cock. Made for me.”

The praise sends shivers down my spine. His hands grip my hips so tightly I know there will be bruises, but I don’t care. I want his marks on me as proof this moment existed.

“I fought this,” he confesses against my throat. “Fought wanting you so much it was driving me insane.”

My heart pounds as he admits what I’ve been feeling, too—this pull between us that’s been building from the moment we met. I should be analyzing this vulnerability and exploiting it, but all I can do is surrender.

“I’m done fighting,” I whisper, the admission torn from somewhere deep inside me.

Xavier’s rhythm falters for a moment, his ice-blueeyes searching mine. Then he's kissing me again, pouring everything into it—possession, need, devotion that feels dangerously close to reverence.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “My good girl.”

The endearment breaks my resolve. I’m no longer Mira the journalist or Mira the fighter. I’m his, completely and utterly, in ways that should terrify me.

“Harder,” I beg. “Please, Xavier?—”

He responds immediately, his thrusts becoming brutal and perfect. The water churns around us as he takes me exactly the way I need, the way my body is screaming for. Each thrust of his hips sends sparks through my core, building toward a release so intense that it promises to destroy me completely.

“Take all of me. You can handle that, can’t you, beautiful?”

“Yes,” I sob, my body clenching around him. “Yes, I can take it?—”

Xavier’s mouth moves to my breasts, his lips hot against my water-slicked skin. “Perfect,” he growls against my nipple as he tugs the sheer fabric away before taking it into his mouth. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

The sensation of his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his cock drives deep inside me makes me arch, my body straining against the chains. Every nerve ending screams with pleasure as he alternates between gentle suction and the sharp edge of his teeth.

“Xavier,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “Oh God?—”

His hand cups my other breast, thumb rolling overmy nipple in rhythm with his thrusts. The dual sensations—his mouth working one breast while his fingers torment the other, all while he fills me completely—send scorching sparks through my entire body.

“So responsive,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with admiration. “Your body was made for this. Made for me.”

He switches sides, lavishing the same attention on my other breast. His tongue traces patterns that make me sob with need, and when he bites down gently on the sensitive peak, my pussy spasms around him.

“That’s it,” he praises, his hips driving harder. “Squeeze my cock just like that. You feel so fucking good, Mira.”

My head falls back as an overwhelming sensation crashes over me. The way he worships my body with his mouth while fucking me so hard—it’s too much and not enough all at once. Every thrust hits the spot that makes me see stars.

“You’re incredible,” he pants against my breast, his movements becoming more desperate. “The way you take me, the sounds you make—fuck, you’re everything.”

His words send liquid fire straight to my core. The praise, the reverence in his voice as he tells me how good I feel—it breaks down every defense I have.

“I’m close,” I sob. “X-Xavier, I’m so close?—”

"Come for me,” he commands, “Come all over my cock while I fill you up.” Then his mouth seals over my nipple again.

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