He grinned and his eyes darkened. “Remember to keep quiet.”
She nodded.
He leaned in between her legs using his wide shoulders to hold them apart. Xavier didn’t wait for her to grow accustomed to the feel of his tongue on her, he gripped her hips with his big hands and began laving her rosebud in firm, even strokes that had her breath freezing in her lungs. When he closed his hot, mouth over the throbbing flesh, she groaned loudly. He suckled on her like she was his favorite candy. She clawed at her bed covers as the sensations almost overwhelmed her.
It felt like nothing she could’ve imagined. He said it would be better than his hand. Xavier had grossly underestimated just how good it would feel. He sucked her and laved her intermittently until she was panting. Her hips rocked in time with his ministrations.
Her hands were buried deep in his hair. She could feel that her eyes were wide in her skull. Too much and not nearly enough.
“I can’t wait to make love to you.” He whispered against her flesh, causing goosebumps to rise and her heart to ache with a yearning for something that would never be.
Then he licked a pathway to the heart of her flower, spearing her flesh with his tongue like he had promised. Esral cried out as ecstasy washed over her. She threw her head back, her mouth wide on a silent scream.
Xavier groaned, causing vibrations to course through her from his tongue. Her legs shook from the pleasure and her hands pulled on his hair.
“You like that,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes…” She cried a second time as her skin tightened even more. Her rosebud throbbed. Her breath came in ragged pants. It felt wonderful, she couldn’t imagine how much better it would feel if his whole root was inside her.
With his tongue still buried deep inside her, he used a finger to slip and slide across her ultra sensitive rosebud and she flew apart on a hoarse moan. She pulled a pillow over her head and bit down to keep herself from screaming. Her back bowed and her hips undulated wildly. Then he licked up her slit, settling back on her rosebud where he nipped at her flesh causing further shockwaves of pleasure to course through her. By the time he finished. She was a writhing, sweating, panting mess. When he pulled away, she collapsed in a heap on her bed.
Esral swallowed thickly, still breathing hard. She finally cracked her eyes open and looked down to see Xavier still perched between her legs.
He gave her a smile that took her breath away. “I think this could be my new favorite view.”
Unbidden, heat crept up from her neck to her cheeks but she didn’t try and move away or to close her legs.
“And ripe cherries could be my new favorite flavor.” His voice was deep and sensual. When Xavier licked his lips her heart skipped a beat.
Esral didn’t want this to be over. She wanted him to make love to her, to take her thorn. She wanted a life with this male but it was impossible.
Knowing this was the last time they could be together like this, she pulled herself up onto her elbows while keeping her eyes on his.
Xavier’s hooded eyes swirled with silver. His brow was creased and his jaw tense, not in anger or confusion, instead it was a look she had come to recognize as desire. His eyes dipped to her breasts before lifting back up.
“It’s my turn to touch you,” she whispered before her resolve left her.
Panic flashed across his face and he shook his head. “Not a good idea, princess.” His nostrils flared. “I can scent that you still ache.” He looked back down at her flower, his breath warm on her nectar soaked flesh.
“No. I really want to feel you. To ease you too.”
“Soon, princess. Right now—”
“No…” She shook her head, he didn’t understand. There could never be another time for them to be together like this. This was it. She sat up, closing her thighs and pulling them under herself. “Roll over onto your back.”
His eyes flashed molten mercury and he clenched his jaw so tight that she was sure he would crack a molar if he wasn’t careful. Xavier shook his head, his muscles bunched as he used his arms to pull himself up.
“Do it now.” Her voice came out sounding firm and sure even though her heart raced like the wind on a stormy night.
The creases deepened on his brow and he sucked in a ragged breath. “I don’t want to end up rutting you and if you touch me, I might just lose my mind and do just that. Making love to you…” His jaw clenched and he shook his head. “You don’t want to know the number of nights I’ve woken up with a raging hard on. By blood, princess, you don’t want to know the fantasies I have...and in every single one of them my cock is buried deep inside you.”