Page 27 of Rebel
“Oh, God. Xav.” I raised my head to look at him. “I need more. I need you to fuck me.”
His breath exploded hot across my forehead. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes, please.”
My mind was a haze of desperate need and desire as he tugged off his shirt and shucked his pants. His body, velvet-smooth and hard, slipped over mine, hips slotting between my thighs, but my focus was on his cock. On the hard length of it as I grasped him and positioned him at my entrance before thrusting my hips up to claim him. Argh, yes. Oh, yes. I brought my legs up high, forcing him to thrust deeper, his gasps and his pants mingling with my cries as he slammed into me, and then the ledge was within reach, and I was tumbling off it, legs trembling as I came all over him. He kissed me, swallowing my moan and giving me his tongue to suck on. Sweet and mine. And then he collapsed on top of me, his face in the crook of my neck, cock still inside me.
The heat was ebbing, but a warm glow was spreading through me now. A hyperawareness of every inch of contact between our bodies—the heaviness of his cock inside me, still hard and throbbing, and the rolling pulse of my body as it hugged him like a sheath.
I wanted more.
Me. Not the heat but me. I turned my head and kissed the spot just under his ear, then flicked out a tongue to taste him. He moaned softly, so I brushed back his hair to get better access and sucked softly, reveling in the sweet flavor of his skin. Did all Athions taste this fucking good?
I brushed my mouth against the shell of his ear. “My turn to be on top.”
I rolled with him so he was trapped beneath me and we were still joined at the groin. His pale blue eyes gleamed in the lamplight, watching hungrily as I tugged off my night shirt and bared myself to him.
He’d seen me naked on Vesper V, but the hunger in his eyes was new, bright, and potent.
“Fuck, Rogue, you’re beautiful.”
I cupped my breasts and began to massage them, tugging on my nipples and reveling in the sweet ache that shot through me. My body tightened around him, and he sucked in a sharp breath and bucked beneath me.
“Rogue.”
I began to move, undulating my hips, taking him deep. He tugged me forward, adjusting the angle so he was hitting my G-spot, and then his mouth was around my nipple, his rough tongue kicking up all kinds of sensations as he sucked. His hand found my clit and began to play. The sensations were too much, too sharp, too sweet. I needed to take control. Bracing a hand on his chest, I pushed myself upright and adjusted the rhythm—harder, faster, taking him deep enough to have us both crying out with each thrust and groin-to-groin contact.
“Fuck, Rogue. Oh, Laird.” Xavier growled the words, his hands on my hips, gripping tight, flexing while he thrust upward into me.
“Yes, yes. Oh, God, yes.” We came together, rolling hips and low groans and sharp shocks of pleasure that turned my limbs to a trembling mass of jelly.
I flopped forward onto his chest, blood rushing in my ears, and closed my eyes to his thundering heartbeat and the soothing sensation of his hand caressing my scalp.
* * *
Xavier pulled on his shirt.
“You sure you don’t want to shower with me?” I wiggled my brows.
He swept me off the floor and kissed me hard. “I need to prepare for the blackout. I only came here to check on you, and it’s been almost two hours. The star eclipse is in less than ten hours.”
I pecked him on the nose. “Fine, go. I’ll be rubbing suds all over myself in the shower.”
He frowned. “Suds?”
“Bubbles from the soap?”
He smirked. “Athion soap doesn’t foam up. It’s slippery and can be used as a lubricant.” He growled in frustration. “I can’t wait to show you.”
His hand clutched my ass, and my cheeks heated.
“Um, that’s exit only?”
It was his turn to wiggle his eyebrows. “You have no idea what you’re missing. The orgasm you’ll get will be mind-blowing.”
“Are you speaking from experience?”
His eyes heated. “Of course.”
