Momentarily I squeeze my eyes shut against my embarrassment. But when I look at him again, his jaw is set in an implacable line.
“Be my good girl and do as you’re told. Unless you want a spanking?”
Shaking, I move, getting into position with my knees bracketing his head. The moment I hover above him, he grips my thighs and tugs me down until I’m flush against his mouth.
“Oh—oh God.” I gasp, grabbing hold of the headboard as his tongue parts me.
He groans like I’m the first real thing he’s ever tasted. Like he’s starving.
His mouth is everywhere—his tongue circling my clit, then diving deeper, lapping into me like he can’t get enough.
Jerking my hips, I struggle to catch my breath. “Xavier?—”
He answers by sucking hard on my clit, and I nearly come right then, the pleasure blinding.
I try to lift off, overwhelmed, but he won’t let me. His grip on my thighs is iron. He groans again—this desperate, hungry sound that vibrates through me.
Helpless, I grind against his tongue, my movements awkward as I try to find a rhythm. But then he grabs my ass, guiding me. Controlling me. Worshiping me.
Damn. My head falls back. “I can’t?—”
“You can. You will.”
And somehow I do.
I move faster, slick and aching, rocking against his face until I’m unraveling.
Tension coils in my spine. I’m close…on the very edge of the edge. I grip the headboard even more tightly as my thighs begin to shake. My whole body is tight, and relief is right?—
He tightens his grip and lifts me off him.
Stunned and denied, I call out his name.
He grins up at me, chin slick, eyes feral. “Oh you’ll come, little troublemaker. With me inside you.”
He lifts me once more and urges me back into position. His hands trail fire down my torso as he moves over my belly, my ribs, my breasts, until I’m whimpering.
I reach between us, hand trembling as I guide him to where I need him most.
He groans, low and hoarse, as the tip of his cock finds me.
I stroke him against my entrance—slow and deliberate—coating him in me, savoring the burn of anticipation.
“Seraphina…”
I lower myself slowly, inch by thick inch, and it’s glorious.
Stretching.
Filling.
Devastating.
He’s too big. Perfectly too big.
I slide down farther, and he grinds out a curse, his head falling to my shoulder.
“Oh my God,” I breathe. “You feel…” I don’t finish the sentence. I can’t.