Page 199 of Detectives in Love
“You’re mine,” he growls, grinding into me until I’m shaking. “You’re mine.”
I moan into the mattress, almost delirious. He fucks me fast, then slow, then fast again, unrelenting, and I’m right there,trembling with every drag of him inside me, teetering on the brink.
I can feel him getting close too, but he doesn’t give in. He just keeps going, grinding in tight, punishing circles. Determined to make me fall apart.
My arms give out. I collapse onto the sheets, gasping, every muscle shaking, desperate to come.
Xavier doesn’t falter. He just keeps fucking me with that brutal control, his hips slamming into me, his breath harsh above me. I can feel him holding back, refusing to let go, determined to make me bear it as long as he wants.
“You take me so good,” he rasps, his voice scraping over my skin. “Look at you—already falling apart for me.”
My body shakes against the mattress, a desperate moan tearing out of me. I can’t form words. Every push rocks me forward, every grind sets sparks behind my eyes.
He groans above me, hungry and rough, but doesn’t lose control. He’s proving himself—showing he can last, showing he can break me with nothing but pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he growls again, and my body clenches around him, helpless.
The orgasm keeps building, but he won’t let me go over. He draws it out, hitting my prostate again and again until I’m slick with sweat, trembling and incoherent.
“Say it,” he seethes against the back of my neck, thrusting deep until I’m sobbing into the sheets. “Say that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I cry out, barely able to breathe.
Xavier chuckles, low and dark, and his grip shifts. One hand leaves my hip, slides under my uninjured thigh, and pulls my leg up until my knee hooks high, opening me even wider for him. The stretch makes me gasp.
“Fuck—” The word breaks from me as he thrusts again, harder, hitting so deep I can’t stop trembling.
“Better,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “You’ll sleep in my bed from now on. Every fucking night. You hear me?”
“Yes,” I moan helplessly, the sound muffled in the mattress.
“You belong to me,” he says, thrusting again—slow, punishing—grinding in until I whimper. “I’ll be the only one to fuck you for the rest of your life.”
My cock throbs against the sheets, dripping. My body betrays me, even as shame and heat twist together low in my gut.
Suddenly, Xavier pulls out, leaving me clenching around nothing. Before I can protest, he grabs me by the hips—careful not to disturb the injured leg—and flips me onto my back like I weigh nothing. My legs splay wide, my chest heaving, and then he’s there—pressing back in with one long thrust that makes me cry out.
This angle is worse. Or better. He can see everything. Every gasp, every twitch, every mess I’m making. He braces my knees up high, folding me open, and fucks me hard. Fast. No patience left.
Then it hits me—white-hot and unstoppable.
I come with a shout, my body arching off the bed, untouched cock spilling over my stomach and chest. The orgasmrips through me so hard I’m shaking, sobbing, clutching at his arms as he keeps driving into me.
“Good boy,” Xavier rasps, his voice dark, wrecked.
The words sear into me, make me clench tighter around him. That’s when he breaks.
He comes with a rough, guttural cry, biting into my neck, his whole body trembling as he thrusts through it, still pounding even as he spills into the condom. His breath is ragged against my skin, his voice hoarse as he chants into my throat, “Mine. All mine. Gonna keep you like this. Forever.”
He keeps grinding, groaning, muttering it over and over as the last of him spills out, his cock still throbbing deep inside me.
It takes forever before Xavier finally stills above me, chest heaving. His weight sinks into me, his breath hot against my neck. For a few minutes, he doesn’t move—just holds himself there, trembling faintly.
Then he pulls back a little, his eyes flicking to mine. The darkness is gone, replaced by something hesitant, almost shy.
“You okay?” he asks, voice rough. His hand slides up my side, gentle now, tracing over the sweat on my skin. “Did I…did I hurt you?”
I blink at him, still reeling, my chest rising and falling. The sting at my neck throbs where he bit me, my muscles ache from how hard he fucked me, and I’ve never felt more wrecked in my life. But I shake my head.
