“Corinne,” I gasp out before I seize her mouth, nudging her lips apart and delving deep. She’s with me—every second, every breath, grabbing at my hands and rising up to me.
She’s burning me alive.
Tearing my mouth free, I transfer both of her wrists, still pinned to the mattress, into one hand. The other I tangle in her hair and tug. The arch of her milky throat beckons. I nip my way down her neck, then settle my face into the crook, where that deliciously feminine scent of hers only adds fuel to my flames.
“Fuck,” I pant. “Oh, fuck. Princess…”
Corinne struggles to free her hands while meeting me thrust for thrust. “Let me touch you.”
Instinct compels me to shake my head and hold tighter. I can’t let her break me down any faster. I’m already losing control.
Besides, I can put my hands to better use.
Cursing, I pull free from her snug clasp, sit back on my heels, then flip her onto her stomach. With my knees, I spread her legs again, then cover her back with my body, shoving myself inside the haven of her pussy in one desperate thrust.
She cries out, a sound between surprise and desire. “Xavian…”
With one hand, I grab her hip and, teeth bared, drill down into her as deep as I can. The other I wrap around her hair and tug until she moans. “Take me.”
“Yes. I want you. All of you…”
I bury my face in her neck. “Feel how hard I am? How much I want you?”
“Yes. It’s so good.”
It fucking is. “You’re close. I feel you.”
Another gasp escapes her as she grips the sheets in her grasping fingers. “Yes.”
I slide my hand from her hair and tuck it under her body, feeling her breast, skimming down her stomach, then settling over her clit, and rub.
Her whole body tenses. Her breath catches.
“Come for me,” I demand.
“Yes. Yes!”
She tightens. My blood pumps and surges. Pressure builds. Pleasure ramps up. Her stiff bud swells. My triumph soars. Almost there…
“That’s it, princess. So hot. So tight…” I hiss out. “Give me your pleasure. Scream for me.”
Corinne pants once, twice. Her breath stopping. Her body seizing. Her pussy clamping down. “Oh. Oh…”
“Now,” I growl, surging and banging deep inside her, ecstasy pooling and building until I swear it’s going to destroy me.
“Xavian!”
She comes apart, jerking and shuddering, as she keens out in long, low-throated pleasure that pings off the walls and echoes from the floors. It fuels everything filthy, reckless, and possessive inside me as I grip her hip mercilessly and crash into her one last time before liquid ecstasy, unlike anything I’ve ever felt, shoots through my body, exploding my brain and burning away all my barriers. I shudder, pouring everything into Corinne until there’s nothing left but her—her skin, her scent, her sweat, her sweltering heat singeing me as I cry out her name, then sink my mouth onto the crook of her shoulder, biting down and I ride out the last of the orgasm that guts me.
When it’s over, I roll away, panting hard, and blink at the ceiling.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. What was that? It was too deep to be mere sex. It was too dirty to be strictly making love.
It was a taking. It was a claiming.
It was you forgetting that everything between you two is supposed to be an act, dumb ass.
In my head, I hear Maxon telling me again that I’m fucked. He’s right.
What the hell am I going to do?
I exhale, shocked when Corinne appears above me, red-faced and spent, pressing her lips to my shoulder, my jaw, and my mouth, then sinking beside me with a satisfied sigh.
Because I’m a greedy bastard with no intention of letting her go, I wrap my arms around her and lay her on top of me, kissing her thoroughly.
“Xavian?” she asks when we come up for air.
“Yeah.” I play cool, but I’m braced to hear she already regrets me or she intends to leave.
Instead, she smiles. “That was…amazing. When can we do that again?”
For the third time, I roll away from Corinne, sweaty and spent. But not satisfied. I’m beginning to think I’ll never get enough of her. For now, I’m at the end of my strength.
“Oh, my gosh.” She pants. “What are you doing to me?”
Making sure you never want to spend another night without me.
But that thought is dangerous. Voicing it is even riskier. Despite my foolish hopes, there’s almost no way she stays.
And when she leaves, I’m pretty sure she’ll shatter my heart.
I have no fucking idea how to handle this.
“What are you doing to me?” I counter. “You wrung me inside out, princess. I just wanted to return the favor.”
“Oh, you did.” She sits up, wincing.
“Sore?”
“Yeah.”
That’s no shock. I’ve spent hours inside her. I should apologize and back the fuck off while her untried body recovers. But I’m a fucking bastard because I’m not going to do either of those things until I’m sure I’ve imprinted myself on her in some permanent way.