Page 54 of Breaking the Rules
“My beautiful, Angel,” he murmured.
His thrusts came faster now and with more force. His balls slapped off of the backs of her thighs as he powered into her.
He grabbed her top and yanked it down, baring her breasts. When he reached up to palm one of her breasts, Waverly let out a shaky moan. She was overwhelmed by her body’s submission to him. In this moment, Xavier Saint owned her. She wanted to pause and collect herself. But she felt that inward momentum build, the inevitable hurtling headfirst into a pleasure so intense she might not survive. It was where he always took her.
While he used one hand to palm her breasts, Xavier brought his other to the apex of her thighs. He zeroed his fingers in on the one spot in her body that connected to every nerve.
“Say my name, Waverly. Who’s making you come?”
“Xavier!” His name, charged with so many emotions, exploded from her lips.
His thrusts picked up speed until they bordered on wild and violent. The pads of his fingers worked her ruthlessly, and she couldn’t fight the orgasm that was building inside her.
“That’s my Angel. Now tell me who you belong to.”
She fought it. Fought the word that was clawing its way out of her throat. Fought the orgasm that was building. She shook her head against his shoulder. But Xavier wouldn’t accept that for an answer.
“We both know it, Waverly. Say it.” He punctuated his demand with a thrust so deep she thought she would come apart. The angle of his thick cock and the unceasing attention of his fingers rocketed her up. He felt her tighten around him and growled out his demand again.
“Who do you belong to, Angel?”
It spread like wildfire through her body, every cell exploded with the orgasm. “You,” she sobbed. “I belong to you.”
Even in the throes of her own release, she felt him lose control. The words she’d given him had set him free. He slammed into her again and again in a quest for the finish. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” With every thrust, he told her again and again that she belonged to him, and then he was coming. She felt the first burst of his release as he buried himself to the hilt in her. He jerked against her again and again as he emptied himself into her. He rolled her orgasm into another, and he groaned in agonized ecstasy as her muscles tightened around him forcing every drop of his release from him.
They stood there, shuddering and shaking against the wall, trying to absorb the magnitude of what had happened between them. Xavier moved first, pulling out slowly even as Waverly clenched reflexively around him. He grabbed the shredded remains of her underwear and gently cleaned her with them.
He pulled her around to face him, pressing her against the wall and his chest, holding her as if he was afraid she’d disappear.
“Don’t ever doubt what we have between us,” he murmured against her hair.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Even after his soul-shattering orgasm, Xavier already craved more of Waverly. It would never be enough with her. “We need to go someplace,” he said gruffly.
“We’ll need a new ride home. Burke uh, ran into some traffic.” She looked guilty for a moment, but he was in no shape to run an interrogation at the moment. There was only one thing on his mind.
He shook his head. “We’re not going home. I’m not going to last that long. Invictus has a property nearby.”
The light in those green gray eyes told him she was as frantic for him as he was for her. “Hurry,” she told him breathlessly.
They burst through the front door of an upscale condo eight minutes later and were on each other. Xavier kicked the door shut behind them and was dragging his jacket off while Waverly assaulted his mouth with hers.
He threw the jacket blindly and winced at the ensuing crash.Fuck it. He’d pay to have the whole place redone as long as he could take Waverly here and now.He picked her up, shoving her skirt up so she could wrap those long, beautiful legs around him. He carried her through the first door, and finding it to be a bathroom, he kicked in another door thanking God when he found a bed within.
She was driving him mad with her wet lips and quick tongue. His fingers flexed into the flesh of her ass cheeks, and she moaned against him. He didn’t know precisely what it was about Waverly Sinner, but he suspected that she was in his blood. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, his body had recognized her as his mate. She was what had been missing in his life.
He’d tried to shake it off, to ignore it, and then to fight it. But Xavier knew without a shadow of a doubt she was meant to be his. His wife, his partner, his center. He would have her no matter what it took, what it cost. Waverly was his.
Xavier dropped her on the mattress and dove after her, hating to be apart for even a second. He nuzzled into her neck and tasted a trail to her jaw. Her breath was hot against his face.
He needed to slow down, needed to get control. This was his chance to show her they belonged together, to make her choose him.She had to choose him.
He slowed intentionally and began to savor the feel of her neck under his lips, the lean muscles in her shoulder. She gasped his name when he nipped his way over her clavicle.
“Xavier.”
“My Angel.”
